WARNING: Again, sex is discussed in this chapter. Also, kind of half-described. I got a request to include a lemon, which would be a bit of a challenge for me. I'm up to it. What do you guys think? Next chapter? Anyways, if the light description of or conversations about sex offends you, please, skip this chapter. Thank you.
Alright, like I said above, I'm up to the challenge of doing a lemon, but only if you guys want one. I'm writing it either way, it's just a question of whether or not I upload. I mean, this fic is rated M, may as well make it a full and true M. If you care, let me know in a review, either way. And, please, none of the "only put one in if you feel like that's where the story's going" stuff. I just said, I'm writing it either way. I have a pretty dirty mind. How about you?
By the way, I love the last conversation of this chapter. It's similar to the kind of conversation I would have if I was in that situation. Heh.
Last note, again, if there's something you desperately want to see from Danny's POV that probably won't be covered, let me know in a review. I've gotten several really good suggestions already, but I'm still open to more, if you're willing to give me anything. Leave a review and let me know. I'll give you credit for the idea. (:
Okay, I don't own Danny Phantom.
They Were Kids That I Once Knew
Chapter Eight
November 18, 2012
They made love for the first time there in the sand. Danny never felt anything quite as incredible as Sam, all around him, everywhere at once. It was beyond amazing for him. But after he was in, fully, he chanced a glance down at Sam, to find her eyes closed tight and her mouth pulled into a pained grimace.
"I'm sorry," He whispered, lowering his lips to her neck. He could feel her shuddering, stabs of guilt winding their way through his stomach and chest.
"It's okay," Her whisper was strained. She lifted her head briefly before letting it fall back to the sand.
"Does it hurt?" He breathed, running his hand up her side to the swell of her breast.
"A little," She was lying for his sake, and he knew it. He pressed his lips into a hard line.
"We can stop," He moved to pull away from her, but her hands shot out to grip his shoulders and hold him in place.
"No, no, just...give me a minute?" Her eyes were squinted, as if she was trying very hard not to give in to the urge to screw them shut. Danny stared at her for a moment, his eyes blazing in indecision, before he lowered himself again. He remained very still, save for the gentle kisses he planted on her neck, until he felt Sam moving beneath him. "Okay, I think I'm okay."
"You have to tell me if I start hurting you, okay?" He murmured, sitting up to look at her again. She bit her lower lip and nodded. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his before making his first tentative movement.
He knew it was not very good for her, but it was pure rapture for him. It was all he could do not to attack her. He kept a steady mantra in his head for the duration: take it slow, take it slow, take it slow. When he finally collapsed beside her, it took him a few moments to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes, she was watching him, her face soft with affection. He cupped the side of her face and nuzzled his nose across hers, before kissing her again. He felt her sighing, and he hoped it was in contentment.
"Wanna go swimming?" He asked her softly when he pulled away. She smiled and nodded, staying there on the ground as he scrambled to his feet. He held his hand out to her, which she took. But as he pulled her to her feet, a pained groan escaped her lips. "What's wrong?" He demanded, steadying her when she stumbled. "Sam?" Her hands were far too tight on his arms. Panic began to set in, making his brain fuzzy. "Sam!"
"I'm fine," She snapped, shooting him an annoyed glance before closing her eyes again. "Just sore."
"Oh," He was relieved, for the moment. "Can you walk?"
"Danny," She said firmly. He paused, forcing himself to stop fretting over her and to look into her eyes. "I'm okay. I just wasn't expecting that. And...to be honest..." She glanced behind herself, and when she turned back a fierce blush was darkening her cheeks. "There's sand in places that sand shouldn't be."
He laughed. He could not help it, and he could not stop even after Sam smacked him on the shoulder. He told her she was cute and led her into the lake, grinning at the look of relief that crossed Sam's face as she sank into the water. They stayed out there for quite some time, just lounging in the water and talking. Eventually, they made love again in the water, and this time Danny could have sworn that toward the end Sam was actually starting to enjoy it.
They made love twice more that weekend, each time Danny sneaking into Sam's room in the dead of night to find her sitting up in bed, waiting for him. By the fourth time, Sam was definitely enjoying it, making these strange and wonderful noises that did quite a number on Danny's ego.
And from then on, when they made love, it was always slow. Always cautious. There were moments when he could feel, just beneath the surface, a strange, ghostly energy billowing and swirling, desperately attempting to break free and unleash itself on her. He always resisted, though, choosing instead to bite down on her pillows. He did not want to hurt her, or scare her.
As was to be expected, the couple was far closer after that weekend. They were together almost constantly, touching whenever they could. Holding hands. Brushing shoulders. Bumping knees. Danny caught himself making googly eyes at Sam far more often, much to Tucker's annoyance. But in the moments when Danny was not completely absorbed in Sam, he noticed that Tucker and Valerie seemed much closer as well.
Each time Danny was with Sam in an intimate way, though, he felt that burning need growing stronger and stronger with every passing moment. He was beginning to fear that he would not be able to resist it much longer, but he was at a loss as to who to speak with about it. Sam was out of the question; he refused to have her worrying for her own safety when she was with him. The thought alone made him feel sick to his stomach. Tucker would probably brush it off as hormones, as would Jazz. Valerie would glare at him and call him a hormonal pig. One person continuously popped up in his considerations; nausea rose in his stomach as he imagined the conversation. But as he grew more desperate, he began to realize that it was his only choice.
"Um...mom?" He said tentatively one spring afternoon. Graduation was a mere month away. The entire town seemed to be buzzing with excitement. The paparazzi was taken with asking Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Valerie their plans for college. He swallowed hard at the thought.
His mother was settled at the kitchen table, busily multi-tasking as she planned Danny's graduation party and attempted to write a speech for an upcoming ghost symposium, which she was the key note speaker of. She glanced up at him, a warm smile on her face. "Hi, sweety," She chirped.
"Can I...talk to you?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Maddie's eyebrows knit together, but she gestured to the empty seat across the table from where she was sitting. Danny claimed the space quickly, glancing around for signs of his father. "Where's dad?"
"Fishing," Maddie rolled her eyes. "That man has no sense of urgency."
Danny chuckled awkwardly, earning another concerned gaze from his mother. "Good. I...ah...I wanted to talk to you about...um...okay, I wanted to talk to you about Sam." He forced the words out of his quickly tightening chest, keeping his eyes planted firmly on the littered table. He felt his mother stiffen for a moment, perhaps in surprise, before she leaned forward and took Danny's hand gently.
"What about her, sweetheart?" She asked gently.
"Well...okay, this is really...embarassing. But I need to talk to someone about it and I can't talk to her..."
"Danny. It is perfectly okay to feel like you need to take a little break. You're getting ready to graduate, you're almost a grown man! Now, mind you, I'm not saying that you should make it a permanent thing, but maybe a little space would be good for you two -"
"What? No. What?" Danny yanked his hand away from Maddie's, fear in his eyes, shaking his head violently. "I don't want to take a break from my relationship with Sam. Ever."
"Oh..." Maddie leaned back, evidently more confused that before. "Then what is it?"
Danny sighed and rubbed the back of his neck again. "Okay. Remember...remember at the beginning of this year, when you and dad sat me down and talked to me about...being careful?"
Finally, her eyes widened in understanding. "Oh." She nodded slowly, and Danny could clearly see her fighting the urge to yell at him. Inwardly, he winced. This was not going as planned.
"I have been. Really, I've been careful. We...we didn't even...y'know...until prom." He pushed back steamy memories, desperately trying to stay focused on the conversation at hand. "But lately...something...kind of weird has been happening."
Maddie was pale, but seemed to be trying very hard to stay calm. "What do you mean?" She asked, concern lacing her voice.
"Well...we're both...new at it...and...I've, you know...I've been going slow, so...so that I don't...hurt her...but...lately...it's like...when we're...um...in the middle of...doing...things...I start feeling...I guess you could call it an urge. Um...it's like...this ghost thing, I think...but I feel it and its...it's been really hard not to just...let go and...I'm really scared that if I do...I really don't want to hurt her," He admitted, keeping his eyes on the table. His face was so warm he was positive she could feel it across the table, but he did not care. Embarrassing or not, he had to know what he was capable of.
"Well." Maddie said softly. Danny glanced up at her to find her gazing at the ceiling. "Danny, I've seen you in action. I've seen the charts she put together with Tucker. I know exactly how strong you are." She looked down at him, her features radiating seriousness. "You could kill her."
Danny had a hard time swallowing. "That's what I'm afraid of," He mumbled. "I can't...I've been resisting, but...it's been getting harder and harder...and I know she can tell something's wrong...but I just...I don't know what to do. What do I do?"
"This is something that you'll both have to work out together," Maddie said gently, reaching across the table to take his hand again. "If she really cares about you, she'll understand."
He nodded slowly, staring at the place where their hands touched. "Danny?" He looked up to see his mother wearing a rather reproachful glare. "This isn't just about the sex, is it?"
"No!" He jumped to his feet, positive that his entire body was blushing at that moment. "Jesus, I love her. I'm not just using her for...for sex. No."
To his astonishment, Maddie smiled. "Good." She chirped, seizing a stack of his baby pictures that had not been rifled through yet. "Does she know that?"
"Oh my God, yes, mom." He felt his pants slip out of tangibility and pool at his ankles for the first time in two years. "Look what you did!"
Maddie glanced up and laughed. "Sam's not here, sweety, you can put your clothes back on."
Danny gaped at her, before snatching his pants up to his waist and tearing out of the room. "I'm talking to dad next time!" He shouted over her laughter as he bounded up the stairs.
LMFAO 'cause that's something my mom would say. Awkward.
- Tori
