A/N: I know a lot of author's have already done this type of story, and I wanted to make one myself. XD Inspired by all similar stories you might have read (I'm giving credit to them) and the famous MICKEY MOUSE 2013 cartoon where in this episode it shows just how perfect Donald and Daisy are together... (Flaws and all)
Disclaimer: I do not own DP.
Enjoy~
Fights
Danny and Sam have quarrels a lot. Little fights and useless bickering at most; which normally consists of Sam lecturing her boyfriend for an hour or so, starting usually with 'Danny you're such an idiot!', if she uses it a second time then welcome to round two of seemingly endless fussing (which lasts longer than the first). It ever rarely increases to any kind of 'serious' fight though, but still, a fight's a fight. And today was no exception.
The Goth held her hands on her hips and pointed an accusing finger at her boyfriend. She was breathing out fire at him and glaring swords and daggers, or in this situation, Fenton ray guns and bazookas'. But Danny had forgotten long back just what they were fighting about. Sam's gaze narrowed at him as she craned her neck upwards to meet his eyes. Over the years Danny and Tucker had shot up as tall as skyscrapers (to her anyways), when they would go out like they used to back in high school you could see them towering over her protectively.
Danny looked down and met her eyes. They were burning with such pure intensity as soon as they locked gazes it was hard for him to turn away. Her lilac eyes seemed to be engulfed with dark purple flames dancing around the pupils and deepening their color. The boy couldn't help but find it oddly hypnotic yet at the same time dangerous. It was the kind of look she wore in their ghost-fights. Damn she's beautiful, Danny thought wearily. He was trying so hard to pay attention to her rambles but the longer it went, the more difficult it got. She started to advance on him making him hit the back of his knees to the sofa. He plopped down a little ungracefully.
Being a half-ghost, half-human and full time hero – protector of the world, you receive more assets than just super powers. Like the skill of multi-tasking. When he gets into a ghost fight, there are multiple variables he has to consider while trying to keep himself alive and temporarily disabling his opponent; the amount of damage, the strengths and weakness' of his enemy and how he can use it against them, the blows he can endure and how to explain later etc. As time passed, the better he got at it. And till now it hasn't failed him, well… sort of. Half his brain urged him to listen but ultimately realized it was pointless because the words would come in one ear and exit the other, while the other half of his brain drunk in her tense figure and teasingly undress her in a painfully slow manner. The halfa blinked and tried to get his thoughts away from the gutter as he groaned inwardly. He fidgeted in his seat. The sofa was soft but right now it was far from comfortable. Does she have any clue what she's doing to me?
Danny's eyes drifted from her flaming orbs down south to her lips. They were free of any lipstick and were plump and pink. The only thing her boyfriend wanted to do was pin her to a wall and kiss the living out of her, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. First of all because she would bite his head off after he was done, and then probably use it against him next time they had a quarrel. Second, her family might put another restraining order. He licked his lips subconsciously; this was driving him close to madness.
Sam was wearing her normal 'home' clothes, shorts and an over sized cotton t-shirt. She bent down towards his face exposing her collar bone before she ranted on some more. His baby blues darkened and his already tight pants started to tighten even more – wait did I just – Danny looked away quickly, his heart beating fast and hard, and his hormones dashing about excitedly – how the f**k can someone get excited with a f**cking collar bone! It's a BONE for Pete's sake! Taking a pillow he quickly pulled it to cover his, uh, problem. Hopefully his girlfriend didn't notice.
"Daniel James Fenton! Are you even listening to me!"
"Sorry…" he muttered, still looking at the ground. Every single fiber in his body screamed pounce at her and it took all his will power not to.
The Goth sighed in exasperation. "And look at me when I'm talking to you!" she yelled in frustration and flung her arms up in the air making her top rise a little higher giving him a peak of her perfectly toned stomach. "Danny you're such an idiot."
Oh sh*t…
A/N: How was it? :D
