Hey, everyone! Welcome to Chapter III. Let me know if you enjoy it (or if you didn't).
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom
It was a cool and cloudy day at Amity Park, with summer preparing for its leave in time for fall. The air is crisp, and the leaves that adorn the trees are going through the motions of their own transitions to a rusty rouge color. It was a lazy day in early September, three weeks in the school year. With the sudden turn of the weather, most of the city's population chose to stay indoors, and found themselves enjoying a cup of cocoa, or languidly enjoying a day of binge watching shows on Netflix. Couples used the weather as an excuse to cuddle, while those single chose to bury themselves in a pile of blankets along with their beloved pets.
Dash Baxter ran his hands along the expanse of Paulina's back; her skin tinged with a slight sheen of sweat. They had spent the early mornings satisfying their physical needs several times, before surrendering to exhaustion. He willed her to turn around to enjoy a view of her breasts, to which she obliged, scoffing at his typical mannerisms. She pushed his roaming hands away before deciding to cover herself with one of the scattered blankets.
"Aw come on, it's not like we're done for the day. It's Saturday," the jock grumbled, attempting pull the blanket down, to which she responded by tightening it up against her, and shaking her head. Her thick Latina accent echoed in the dimly lit room. "You know you're just a good fuck. I don't stay and cuddle."
"You would if I was Fenton." He replied irritably. More like Phantom, she thought.
"Well, you know Manson's all over that. I wouldn't want her sloppy seconds," The air immediately filled with her attitude, as she stood up and began to fetch her clothes. "I'm pretty sure she's using him."
Dash's brow furrowed, puzzled over the idea. The Casper High lovebirds are as tight as ever, and he doubts that they're breaking up anytime soon. Despite disliking Fenton, he somewhat respects the heroic side of him, recalling their own adventures before the secret was revealed.
"You sure you're not just telling yourself that?" He queried, as the Hispanic beauty neared his door. She glanced over her shoulder, one brow raised with a smirk gracing her lips.
"I'll see you soon."
"Danny, can you like, move? My leg's falling asleep here," Sam complained as the ghost boy grumbled in response. An insignificant film played in the background for the convenience of added noise rather than entertainment. They lounged in the Mansons' home theater; enjoying the large empty home. Sam's parents were away on a business trip, and her grandmother was traveling internationally. It was Ida's mission to die a free spirit, so she embarked on a journey to visit remote places in the world.
"You know, I kinda like it here. I'd rather stay." Danny looked up at his girlfriend, as he continued to bear his weight on her lap. Her shirt rode up sometime during the movie, and he enjoyed the slight teasing view of her toned stomach. He moved to place chaste kisses on the exposed area, and she willed him away, claiming that it tickles.
"Danny, stop!" She giggled, as she began to kick her legs in the air, attempting to push him off. He never knew how ticklish she was until they began dating, and he adored it. Skating his left hand up her thigh, he ceased the ministrations with his lips, and started to draw patterns on her skin with his fingers. He heard her gasp, and saw her eyelids flutter. He sat up slowly, drinking in her appearance before deciding what to do next. Her eyelids seemed heavy, and her thoughts lost to his touch. Facing her, he leaned in and claimed her lips with his.
Her hands flew to his hair automatically, as he pulled her closer to him. Sitting on his knees, he hauled her forward, and moved her on top of him, as he fell backwards on the couch and straightened his legs and propped his feet on the floor.
"That was kind of smooth," she smiled and murmured against his lips, as she laid her legs on either side of him, her weight slightly on her knees. His arms snaked around her back, as he ran his fingers up and down her spine; her shirt barring the contact between his skin and hers.
They kissed each other willingly, alternating in different rhythms, and pressures, as they learned their way around each other. Beginning with slight nibbles, and the shy prodding of tongues before settling in a gentle caress. Moving his right hand to cup her face, he switched angles to deepen their kiss. His lips molded against hers in a passionate frenzy, as he finally ran his tongue inside the cavern of her mouth, all while massaging hers throughout his journey.
"Oh, Dan-ny don't stop." She moaned against him as she sucked on his lower lip. She felt his hands journey underneath her shirt, his fingers cold despite retaining his human form. Gripping his bicep, she moved her lips to pepper kisses alongside his angular jaw. She lightly applied pressure with her teeth, his gasps and groans, fueling her to continue her exploration. Lowering her lips, she trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck, and venturing upwards to softly nibble at his earlobe; her light, but quick bursts of breath against his ear fueling his arousal.
Yanking her head upwards, he reclaimed her lips in a frenzy, passionately invoking all of his emotions into the kiss. His touches became bolder, fingers lining the lacy bra that covered her breasts. He felt her stiffen as he toyed with the clasp, but as their lips continued to collide and slather, her hesitation was forgotten.
He spent a significant amount of time tracing the lining of her bra on her back while they remained engulfed in the seduction of their heavy kissing. The air was filled with the sounds of lips sliding against each other, and mingled panting breaths coupled with frequents gasps and moans.
Sam felt her boyfriend's fingers venturing its way to her front, right now idly tracing circles at her sides. She had no means to stop him, losing herself in her state of need and desire. His thumbs remained on her sides, and with newfound courage, she felt his thumbs shift.
She didn't do it on purpose, nor had she planned on putting them on a more tortuous state. But when she felt his thumbs graze the underside of her breasts, her hips moved on their own accord, and she found herself grinding against him.
"Shit—Sam…fuck." His voiced cracked at the new sensation, a wave of agonizing arousal crashing on to him at full force. He was definitely aroused, and he knew she could feel his hardness brushing against her.
She pulled herself away from him and scurried to the opposite side of the couch. She stared at him wide eyed, blushing intensely, and speechless. He took in her disheveled appearance, with her lips swollen and thoroughly kissed, her skirt slightly askew, and her shirt bunched up on her left side, exposing her black and lacy bra.
Mortified, she pulled the hem violently to cover herself up, and folded her arms across her chest. Danny couldn't imagine himself being at a much better state. His hair was probably a rumpled mess, and his lips were probably as red and raw as hers. Not to mention the numerous love bites she gave him, and the obvious bulge in his pants, he was sure he looked worse than she did.
She isn't foreign to the workings of the male anatomy from all the health classes, and the occasional erotic books that lay hidden beneath her bed, but the knowledge of her boyfriend's arousal because of her was shocking and admittedly flattering. She assumed that he thought of her that way in his own alone time, as she, too, succumbed to her own desires from time to time even before they were dating.
"I—" They both began, eyes moving towards each other's direction, never fully meeting.
"Look…um do you need to—uh take care of yourself first?" Her gaze shifted downwards to his arousal, before catching herself and quickly shifted her gaze towards her left hand. She twirled the ring she gave her, and the blush that dissipated came back full force.
Understanding the weight of her words, Danny glanced down at his erection before deciding it was for the best. Excusing himself, he quickly turned himself intangible before flying to the guest bathroom. He thought of their previously compromised position, the way her hips involuntarily slammed against his, and her moans as he worked himself. Embarrassment aside, he couldn't erase the memory from his mind, and soon enough his erotic thoughts, and ministrations overcame him.
He didn't really know when he began fantasizing about her. It was maybe after the school dance, when he saw her in a different light. At first, he denied it, and always forced himself to think of Paulina…and admittedly, Valerie was mainly on his mind at some point, but he always came back to her. He didn't have feelings for her back then, and his attraction to her was buried deep inside him, while his attention was fixated on Paulina and the temptations of popularity.
He came pretty quickly, making sure to clean up his mess before heading back downstairs to Sam. He knew she would want to talk about what happened, much to his chagrin, but he willed himself to do it. After all, he really doesn't have an excuse.
She was back to her modest self, evidence of their hot and heavy make out session, faint. She was stiff as a board, as she sat on opposite sides of the couch, preventing any part of her body from touching his. It bothered him, but he complied, and folded his legs, and sat Indian style.
"So…that was…new," Danny whistled awkwardly, and forced himself to look her in the eye. Be mature, he reminded himself.
"Did you…take care of yourself well?" Take care of yourself well? Who even says that? She cringed at her stupidity, and saw him nod before sighing.
"I'm on the pill. I have been since I turned sixteen back in August. If…we end up having sex—" He gulped at the word, as she hiccupped. "—I won't get pregnant." She drummed her fingers against her knee unsure of what else to say. An image of ghost babies flashed across her mind for a fraction of a second before she heard him speak.
"God, Sam. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to. Hell, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to right now, but I want you to be ready, and I want me to be ready, too. What we did earlier...I'm sorry, I kinda lost control—"
"It was my fault. I was the one who…brushed—" She wondered why she couldn't just say the words.
"Look, I love you. And I know this is probably not the most appropriate time for this, but what we did was so hot—"
"And it felt good. Like, really good." He agreed with her interruption.
They breathed deeply in order to catch their thoughts, caught up in the buzz of hormones and emotions that flow between them.
"I don't want to be some stupid cliché, so I won't say it. But we'll go one day at a time, okay. No impromptu sex in the middle of the day at school, but we could practice, before, you know, the big event." She wanted to compromise, and undeniably, she wanted him, too. She craved his touch and his body more than she was willing to admit at the time.
"Practice?" He asked, lost in his own thoughts, as he tried to decode what she was really saying. Did she mean—
"We have to make it good for us, right? What to touch, and how to feel. We can't just jump the gun. We're not the typical horny teenage couple, Danny." She explained.
He understood her completely, and a part of him was so excited of the weeks to come. He loves her, and wants her more than anything, but to finally act upon those desires…well, he didn't know what he did to be this lucky.
Must be the good karma from all the good he does for the public.
"But we are horny though, right?" Sam smacked him on the face with a pillow.
Pamela Manson enjoyed a glass of wine every night she had dinner. She sat across her husband of eighteen years as she sipped slowly, enjoying the bittersweet taste that filled her taste buds. She and Jeremy left Samantha for a brand new business deal in New Zealand, that would surely give rise to their fortune, and would make her husband happy. She and her husband are a powerful couple, made for business empires and a vast fortune built on her grandfather's success.
She hoped to pass their ordeals to their daughter, but the future she wants for her only child seemed murky. She wouldn't be surprised if Samantha donated 95 percent of her trust fund to some ludicrous environmental charity. Adding to the fact that her daughter is now gallivanting around Amity Park with that ghost boy of hers, the future that she wants will probably never happen. Her daughter will most likely end up being a Fenton.
"What's a matter, dear?" Jeremy took notice of Pamela's scattered thoughts, and questioned his wife. He assumed it was another issue with their daughter, but he gave up on Samantha ever since she dyed her natural blonde hair to a dark black, and claimed herself a Goth.
"I just wish Samantha didn't date that Fenton boy. He's not fit to build an empire. He's incompetent, awkward, and poor." Pamela laid her head against his shoulder as she named her complaints.
"Now, now, Pamela, I don't think they're meant to last—" He began to disagree, to which she held up a manicured finger to silence him.
"She's completely smitten with him, Jeremy! Have you seen the way they are together? It's like no one else exists in her world but him. It sickens me!" His wife adjusted her rose gold watch, a habit she does out of irritation.
"He and his family are probably after our money. She'll lose it all if she marries him." Pamela continued, voice rising in anger. Calmly, Jeremy took a sip of wine from his own glass while he rubbed his wife's shoulders.
"You assume our daughter is blind, Pamela, but our daughter is intelligent despite her questionable tastes in fashion—"
"And lifestyle! Remember those diamond earrings I bought her for her ninth birthday? She sold it, and gave all the money to this asinine tree building foundation. Little did she know, I bought the whole thing back just to tear it all down." Pamela huffed.
"Well, if you had maybe bought those earrings in black, she would have kept them," Jeremy chuckled and earned a scowl from his wife before adding, "but it seems you have forgotten, dear, we don't give the press all that money just to cover mindless gossip. "
"Maybe it's time to put it to good use."
Danny flew to Tucker's after he left Sam's to spend time with the former Mayor. They planned for a night of video games, food and stupid entertainment until the crack of dawn, before they can surrender to sleep. Approaching the Foley home, he quickly turned intangible and phased through his best friend's window.
Four boxes of pizzas lay scattered in the middle of the floor with one laid open. Tucker couldn't resist. He sat in front of the TV, preparing the game console with one hand, the other full of pizza. He took notice of Danny, as a flash of light enveloped his room. Glancing behind him, he saw Danny plop on one of the beanbags, and grab a slice of Meat Lovers pizza. "Hey, dude!" Tucker tossed a controller to his friend and settled next to him.
They played for a while, the score fairly even between winning and losing. They chatted minimally, enjoying each other's company, and the violence and gore that played in front of them. It was nice to finally hang out without the burdening responsibilities of being famous and involved in government issues. So they continued to sit in silence with the occasional grumble of asking for more pizza, but mostly sat through, and played the game in complete concentration.
"MAN! That move was sick! How did you do that?" Danny exclaimed, as Tucker's character did an intense move that wiped out a majority of the enemies.
"Press all the buttons!" Tucker shrugged. They continued to play for a while longer, before Tucker took in Danny's disheveled appearance and momentarily paused the game.
"Did you fight a ghost before you got here or something?" Danny's eyes remained glued to the TV, tempted to keep playing. Absentmindedly, he replied, "No ghost. I was at Sam's." He pressed play.
"Oh." Tucker said, his tone reminiscent of an innuendo, and grinned at his friend's direction.
"We didn't do anything, Tuck. We just fooled around a bit. She did say something about practicing though." Danny remained nonchalant, not wanting to draw attention to the situation.
"Sam said that? Practice what?"
"You know…practice our—" Danny motioned crudely with his hands as his friend busted out laughing.
"DUDE," Tucker continued to laugh, clutching his sides at the humor of the situation. "She wants you bad! I just can't believe she's actually saying something about it. Remember last year when she would flat out deny everything?"
"It was awkward enough as it is," Danny claimed defensively. "I had to jack off in her guest bathroom."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Tucker wailed, as he hit the sides of the bean-bag chair, nearly falling over. "When are you guys doin' it?"
"We're not! We're practicing remember?"
"Oh, right," Tucker rubbed his eyes as he finally faced his friend. "Tell me how it is though. I mean, not in detail. Sam's like a sister, but dude, just keep me posted."
Danny slumped backwards on his chair and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I'll let you know. What about that assistant of yours, Tucker?"
With a sly grin, Tucker began his tales about being mayor. He spoke of Vanessa and the numerous girls that came knocking on his door. For the most part, it remained innocent; he was fifteen after all, but despite the seductive looks and teasing, much of what was planned for his sixteenth birthday next month would've changed the deal.
"Imagine what would've happened if I stayed on the job though. She said, and I quote, 'I'll make you into a man.' I don't even know what that really meant, but I'm sure it's hot and dirty." Enthusiasm flowed through Tucker, as he recounted his stories. Just as Danny was about to respond, he felt a coldness tickle the base of his throat, and as he gasped, a blue puff of air escapes past his lips.
"Damn it," He muttered begrudgingly, as he moved to change to his ghost counterpart. "GOIN' GHOST!" Light once again flooded the room, as Danny willed himself to change.
"Be right back." He floated mid-air as he glanced at Tucker who tossed him a thermos. Saluting, he flew quickly, and searched for the nearby ghoul.
"Mom? Dad? Danny?" Jazz unlocked the front door of her home. She decided to stay for the weekend over fall break, but the drive from Stanford took a lot longer than expected. A familiar shiver ran through her spine. Was there a ghost around?
She walked downstairs to the lab, and saw her parents engrossed in another ghost invention. She cleared her throat. "Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad!"
"JAZZ!" The couple ceased working on their project and rushed to their eldest daughter, engulfing her in an embrace.
"Hey, there, Princess! Look at what we're working on!" Ever the enthusiast, Jack dragged his daughter closer to the invention.
"Danny's been getting home awfully late lately. We're incredibly worried that he's out there getting hurt, so we created this device that can give us temporary ghost powers." Maddie explained, as she placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders.
"We don't have a name yet! And we're not sure it works, but it's best not to test it yet, after that little mishap with Danny." Jack said.
Raising an eyebrow, Jazz glanced at her parents suspiciously. "What mishap?" She quirked an eyebrow, a strong expression graced her features.
"Well, your father, being the overly enthusiastic man he is…teleported Danny somewhere in the ghost zone a few weeks ago." Maddie chuckled awkwardly, as Jack hung ashamed.
"IN THE GHOST ZONE?! What were you thinking?! For the record, I think this invention is stupid, mom. Danny can handle the ghosts on his own! The reason he's probably coming home late is because he's dating Sam!"
"With Sam?" Maddie cringed at the idea that his son was fooling around with the girl she always saw as another daughter. She knew it was bound to happen, but Danny will always be her baby, and the thought purely disgusts her.
"Yes, with Sam. What do you think they're doing? He wouldn't do that here with you two barging in on him every minute of his life." Jazz folded her arms across her chest, and smiled smugly. She knew she was right.
"Hey, our boy's becoming a man! I think it's time for another father and son talk! One that would embarrass him so much, he'll get nightmares!" Jack rubbed his hands together, as if his plans were conspired evilly.
Jazz scoffed, and began to head upstairs. "I think I just made it worse for Danny."
Danny wandered around aimlessly looking for the ghost that was driving his ghost sense insane. He's been flying around the vicinity of Tucker's house, and can't seem to find the dead thing. He landed on the sidewalk next to the corner of a streetlamp.
"Where the hell is this ghost?" He hiccupped as his ghost sense once again signaled a presence.
"There you are, lover." He heard a teasing voice behind him, and he whipped around in time to see a woman materialize in front of him.
"LOVER?!" He screamed, as the ghost looked up at him, her eyes hopeful and teary. Her skin was pale, and her eyes are a light brown. She wore a white muddy dress that fell to her ankles, and on her throat was a thin, sharp scar that was covered in blood.
"I knew I'd find you."
I've been outlining chapters lately, and I feel as if they will get longer from here. I had to cut this short, because it was supposed to include a scene with Star and Paulina, a date with Danny and Sam, a scene with Jazz and Tucker, as well as Sam and Ida (among many others). Maybe they'll be on the fourth chapter, depending on the outline. Please take the time to review, and let me know your thoughts!