WARNING: Chapter contains smut.

"You ever have a moment that's too good to be true, as if it were a dream? That's what I thought it was, yet I was happy to be wrong for once." - Michelle Durante

The last thing Michelle remembered was seeing Danny's face.

Bright swirls of color erupted in her vision, appearing and disappearing in frequent bursts. Many faces appeared too, people she knew. Her family and friends. The demon would phase in on occasion, its bright red eyes narrowing angrily at her. She would try to lash out at it, only to disappear instantaneously.

A strange, muffled noise broke through her subconscious. The smooth strum of an electric guitar and the rhythmic thump of drums told her it was music. Her eyes opened slowly, finding herself staring up at a plain light blue ceiling, and the tops of couch cushions to her left. She blinked, clearing the bleariness from her vision as she turned her head to right, observing what seemed to be a small sized living room. Directly across from her was a medium size flat screen TV with a GameStation placed in front of it. The music, which she realized was a Dumpty Humpty song, was quietly playing from a stereo next to the flat screen. On the left wall stood a doorway leading to what looked like a kitchen. On the opposite wall was a closed door. At the far end of the couch was a second closed door.

Michelle frowned in confusion, wondering where she was. As she tried to sit up, the door opened. Her body immediately tensed as she snapped her head towards it, only to see Danny walk out. He wasn't wearing his usual suit, instead dressed in a black tank top and white gym shorts. His eyes met hers.

"Oh good, you're awake," He said with a smile, making his way over and kneeling in front of her. "You've been out for a while."

Michelle sighed as she sat up, her muscles stiff and her head heavy. "How long, exactly?"

Danny shrugged, his mouth contorting in thought. "A few hours, maybe more."

"Jeez, sorry..." she murmured, looking down at her legs.

"Why are you apologizing?"

She turned her attention back up to him. "I'm a mess, I passed out in your arms. I probably look like shit because of that fight plus what I was doing earlier today-" she stopped as Danny put a finger to her lips.

"Don't stress over that, I think you look amazing," he said softly, removing his finger. "I'm just glad you're here."

She stared at him for a moment, trying to think of what to say. She took a deep breath. "I know, it's just been…it feels like ages since I last saw you."

He nodded shortly. "I see you raided my closet too." He chuckled, switching the conversation to a lighter tone. He reached out to her arm, his fingers brushing against the hoodie she still wore.

She smiled slightly, meeting his bright green gaze. "I couldn't help myself." She giggled. It felt strangely normal being here; speaking to one another as if no time has passed. At the same time, it felt completely surreal. She'd found him out here, after the hell she'd gone through just to get to this point. Maybe she was dreaming after all.

"So…" she began, idly playing with a lock of her hair. "This…this is real?"

Danny nodded again. "As real as it could ever be."

Silence fell between them, and they stared at one another, unblinkingly. Her mind still bounced back in forth, a small piece still convinced this was all a dream, and she'd wake up in her own bed back in Amity Park.

Danny's hand raised and his palm rested gently on her cheek. His skin was unnaturally cool, and she placed her hand over his, leaning into his touch. "I've missed you so much," She whispered, her voice slightly cracking with emotion. "It's been hell…"

"I've missed you too." Danny sighed.

She stared, allowing herself to become lost in his bright gaze. This couldn't be real, could it? She could still be passed out at the Fentons' place, lost in a lovely dream.

Their faces grew closer, slowly, until their lips met. The kiss was soft and gentle, his cool lips on hers. She marveled the moment, making sure she wasn't dreaming. Danny's hands held her face, keeping her there as his mouth pressed harder on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. His hands left her face to grip her lower back, pulling her body to press against his.

His breath was cold, chilling the inside of her mouth. Despite their clothes separating her skin, she shivered from the low temperature radiating from his body. Before, he was just a few degrees cooler. Now, it's almost as if he were made of ice. She slid her hands down his back, exploring the planes and bulges of his muscles. His hands moved once again, sliding down her body to grip the outside of her thighs.

The stiffness vanished from her muscles as her legs wrapped around his waist. He stood up, supporting her weight as he began to walk somewhere. Within moments, Danny pressed Michelle's back to what felt like a bed. Their lips still mashed against one another, parting only for quick breaths in between. She gripped his shirt and tore it off with one swoop, briefly admiring his physique. Scars, both aged and fresh, decorated his torso like tattoos. His mouth found hers once again, indicating that he was more than eager for this moment. She flinched as she felt his cold hands make their way under her shirt, realizing he'd phased the hoodie off. His fingers smoothed against her abdomen, enjoying her curves. He parted their mouths, moving downward to push her shirt up even more. He took his time and placed soft, sweet kisses on her stomach. Her heart raced, and goosebumps erupted where his lips met, a tingling sensation shortly following.

His lips caressed every inch of her belly. He briefly paused as his eyes skimmed over her recent scar, and lay a gentle kiss upon it before continuing on, his mouth making its way up to her bra. With one flick of his wrist, he phased it off, allowing her breasts to rest freely. He planted his lips in between them, and she twitched as his icy fingers massaged them. His thumbs encircled her nipples, a sensation pleasant and new with his frosty skin. A soft moan escaped her throat as she tilted her head back, waves of pleasure beginning to course through her body.

Something hard pressed against her inner thigh. She reached down to rub his erection, partially constricted by his shorts. Concealed behind the smooth fabric, she phased the last of his clothing off. His exposed shaft stood at attention. Her fingers lightly brushed against the head, resulting in a shudder from Danny. Her palm rested against the length and she wrapped her fingers around the girth, beginning with soft and slow strokes.

His hands left her mounds, sliding down her upper body before stopping at the waistband of her jeans. With no time wasted, her pants and underwear were off, allowing complete exposure to him. His commented on how beautiful she was, and heat licked at her cheeks with a blush.

His fingers parted her lower lips as he searched for her bud. It took no time at all as his thumb began to roll against it. She gasped as her back arched, her toes curling against the sheets. She bit her lip as he pressed her like a button, swirled and rubbed in quick patterns. Her body shuddered as her fingers flexed, gripping the fabric.

"Danny…" she cooed, tilting her head back. Danny's mouth found her skin once again and moved its way upward, tickling her neck as he nibbled and sucked gently, leaving his marks behind.

The ghost boy worked his magic easily, had her body memorized like a map. His fingers found their way in, fervently exploring her hot core. He pressed his fingertips against her most sensitive spot. Michelle couldn't contain her voice as she let out a squeal. Her legs trembled as he played her with such ease; practiced precision to drive her wild.

"You're so wet." He growled into her neck in such a sultry fashion it made her shiver.

Her own hand still moved along his length, it throbbing slightly against her palm as if impatient for what was going to come. The next stroke rewarded her with a small expulsion of pre-cum. She released her grip and licked the fluid off her fingers, marveling the taste. Danny lifted his head, his eyes boring into hers, reflecting a hunger that she instantly recognized. With a single nod from her, he aligned himself. Michelle's hands took their place around his neck once more, as his gripped her hips. He didn't hesitate as he pushed forward, sheathing himself within her in a smooth glide.

Michelle gasped, shocked by the sudden almost ice-like cold. His hips began to move slowly, his eyelids fluttering from the pleasure as guttural moans rose out of his mouth. Her legs encircled his waist as his arms slid underneath her back, his pace becoming steadily faster and harder. Pleasure rippled through her with each pound, his skin brushing against hers, more goosebumps erupting and causing her to tremble gently. Danny's grip on her tightened; practically clinging as his breathing became ragged and rapid.

"Michelle…Misha…" His thick voice panted. He brought himself upward as he pulled her with him, allowing her to sit on his lap. She looked him in his clouded, lustful gaze and smiled, beginning to grind her hips against him. Danny tilted his head back, his throat rumbling with a low groan. His fingers slid down her back, his nails scratching her skin. He pressed his forehead to her chest, and her fingers entwined in his white hair, tangling within the soft locks. His heavy breath delivered a stinging chill to her flesh and becoming increasingly shallower as the cowgirl sped up her movement.

He bucked his hips up as she brought herself down, her voice crying in delight. They moved together in perfect synchronization, the air filled with their sighs. Danny's nails ravaged the skin on her back as she arched herself, her abdomen pressing against his solid chest. His tongue roughly lapped against her breasts, her collarbone, her neck. Her body vibrated against his; ecstasy radiating throughout her veins. She bounced on him, over and over. A sting on her neck spurred her to ride him harder, a small gasp passing her lips as his teeth abused her flesh.

Danny muttered her name repeatedly, sinful whispers in between beastly groans. He pulled her in for another deep kiss, his fingers snaking up and knotting into her hair. His lips were fierce against hers, his thrusts becoming intense. His arms shuddered as his voice, although muffled, raised an octave. He pulled his head back an inch to hiss in a breathy tone, "I-I'm gonna cum…"

A smirk crossed her face as she slowed down, allowing her hips to rotate around his girth. She could feel a build up inside; inching toward her own climax with each thrust. She was close; the nerves in her entire body prickling with the oncoming release. Her breath quickened as she staved the urge to increase her pace, wanting to prolong it for the moment. Danny cried out her name as he gripped her waist tightly, shoving himself further into her with a violent slam. That one last hit did it; her nails clawed at his back as she let out a scream, her orgasm pulsing through her like a sweet drug. Simultaneously, Danny joined her with a howl, their voices filling the room as he exploded with his own release.

Their shouts soon died down as their climaxes eased out of their systems, leaving both heavily panting. Their eyes met, and Danny gave her a small smile. He reached up, cupping her chin meet her lips once again with a gentle, sweet kiss.

"I love you, so much." He whispered breathlessly, resting his head against her chest.

It was that simple phrase that set butterflies in her stomach. The phrase she missed so much. "I love you too." She responded, pulling him into a tight embrace.