Hellbreaker, no, more than likely she stomped her foot or wrote down a very threatening letter detailing what she would do if she didn't get her way. More than likely the second thing was done. :)
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Well that night the Goth decided that she would help them both. They obviously needed to get some love and then they both would feel better so while Danny went to help his parents find the missing machinery she set up the bedroom in a way that would assist in the lovemaking that she was planning for the night. After taking a long tub soak, the Goth making her skin soft with scents and lotions of relaxation she began to set up the room with candles, music, and dark scarves to cover the lamps in the room and aid in giving the room a romantic feel. When it was done several hours later she looked at their room with pride and nervousness.
I hope this works. It was all she could do not to tear it all down. She had waited for him, but still she was rather nervous about this new step in their relationship. But I am so tired of waiting for him. She wasn't one to wait for the guy to make the first move, not when she was ready herself, but she had given Danny plenty of hints that she was ready and he chose to ignore them, treating her more like a doll that a flesh and blood woman who had needs. Hearing the sound of the front door below her she rushed to dress in the baby doll negligee that she had purchased several hours ago.
"Sam! I'm home!" He knew he would receive no answer, but he didn't want to startle her either. Looking around the darkened front room he notice a little note next to the stairs. Looking rather confused and bemused at the same time he reached for the black envelope. It had his name scrawled in neat lettering that was Sam's beautiful handwriting. Opening it he found a set of instructions. Smirking with each word he laid the card down where he had gotten it from and took off his shoes and his socks. Laying them next to the envelope he headed up the stairs. Turning to the right where their room was he noticed a dim light from under the door. Next to the door was another letter. This time he was quick to pick it up and read it.
Chuckling he set it back down and entered the room to find it empty. Looking around at the candles, a light scent of lilies penetrating the air he searched for his soon to be wife. The door to their bathroom opened up and the halfa's jaw dropped in shock. Before him stood Sam, a side of her he had never thought to see as she stood before him barefoot with a black lacy number that barely concealed the black thong she was wearing. She smiled shyly, her eyes glittering with lots of different emotion. The halfa gulped, his body responding to her appearance, not that it didn't every time they were close to each other, but she had been someone else, someone who had forgotten him and then she had been hurt.
He had tried to take it slow, every time they had kissed he had forced his hands to keep in appropriate places. It had been so hard, but every time he got the urge to do more he had forced himself to remember the marks on her pale skin from the attack, the fact that she had just gotten out of a coma and had also just been released from the hospital. She looked at him now, her desire clear in her eyes, the same emotion he was sure reflected back at her from his own ice blue eyes. Sam took a step toward him, her steps slow, but steady. If it weren't for the fact that she was holding the fear down she was sure she would have fallen apart upon seeing him. Danny took a step toward her now, his steps faster than hers, the urge to be close to her tugging at him, forcing him faster until he had her in his arms, his lips on hers, claiming her as his own.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, his breath tickling her lips. He was restraining himself, afraid that she would change her mind. Nodding she leaned up on tippy toe to kiss him again, showing him that she wanted him more than anything...
The next morning found the couple laying on the bed as the sun rose high in the skies outside their curtained window. That was one thing the couple shared, something that would make them laugh as others just shook their head. The pair hated mornings and would prefer to sleep in.
"Maybe we should move the bed into the basement," Danny grumbled as he turned over, his arm falling over his eyes. "No way the sun could get down there." Sam smirked beside him, her sleepy eyes falling on him as he turned toward her. They kissed, the lovemaking from the previous night wiping them out. Not only had they done it once or twice, but four times after the initial sting had died. Sam had been expecting some serious pain and as she had no sisters or close girlfriends to ask, only the idea of the act from her mother who had talked long about how painful it was. The Goth had worried that she would never be able to do it, but the pain had been bearable and nothing to cry about. Maybe she had just been blessed?
Giving herself a mental shake she returned her full attention to the halfa before her. Leaning forward she kissed him. There were no words needed and as that realization hit so did the fact that once again she couldn't speak to him, couldn't tell him how great the experience had been. Danny seemed to realize that she was withdrawing and with a soft, sad smile he pulled her closer, his warmth cocooning her.
"Sam, no words are needed when your face tells me all. I could see the pleasure in your eyes, the flush on your beautiful face telling me all I needed to know. My beautiful Gothic woman, you speak so clearly with your body that speaking is not needed at all." If he had been trying to reassure her he failed to realize that she took that as a bad thing. Like he was saying her talking was bad because he only wanted her body. The Goth was taking it to a whole other level, one that he had not meant, but she smiled at him, pretending that she wasn't hurt. He wanted to say more, but she yawned and smiling softly, happily, he pulled her into him as they fell asleep together.
After struggling with what to do with her lack of voice Sam finally gave into learning how to do sign language. She knew it was going to be hard but she wanted to be able to vocalize her thoughts even if there was no paper. Making this decision she told Danny. The halfa seemed pretty okay with it, though he reminded her that her voice would come back.
How does he know that? She questioned as she headed out for her first class. The doctors had said that it was possible to get her voice back, but they didn't guarantee it and that was why she didn't believe them. Hell, she couldn't make a single sound, never mind that she couldn't talk. She refused to be hampered by her inability. What happened next was something that triggered another worry in the small Goth's mind. There were attacks, the attacks frequent and meaningless. Most of the ghosts had given up on attacking the Earth as they had helped save it, but then there were those specters that just refused to give up on their obsession. Skulker, Technus, and a few other ones continued to wreak havoc, but that moment as she watched Danny fight them, her position below him giving her a perfect view, she realized that with her being Danny's woman made her a target.
It had never bothered her before, but now without her voice there would be no way to let him know she was in trouble, so for the first time since Danny became a halfa the Goth hid. She rushed across the street to a building that housed pets. Ducking into the building she watched from the safety of windows. She watched as her soon to be husband took them down with speed and agility, but while watching him she felt a pain in her heart. Could she put him such pain if she were harmed. It had been bad enough that last time when she had known she would die. Knowing that she had found him and he had found her before it was taken away.
But it was fine. A small voice talked to her, telling her that everything had been fine, but Danny had almost killed himself keeping her alive when the doctors had given up hope. Was she supposed to be here or had she been destined to die, to never be with the one that she loved more than life itself? She knew that she loved him with every fiber of her being and yet with that knowledge she knew she would give up her life and her happiness to protect him.
"Can I help you?" she turned to the voice of a man, his tone questioning and worrying. When he realized she couldn't talk he apologized. She shook her head and headed out of the shop as Danny captured his prey before flying off. Heading further down the street she came to the place that would help her communicate with her hands.
It was weeks later when the doubt returned. Danny had learned sign language too, his act pleasing her immensely because in all the thoughts of pity she had failed to realize that knowing how to talk with her hand meant that her man had to know how to as well. The problem was that she was beginning to doubt that it was such a good idea for them to stay together, not because anything was wrong with their relationship, but because she had a strong feeling that something bad was going to happen soon and that night her dreams foretold it.
Sam walked down the hallway, the walls covered in blood, both human and ghost. Walking faster she headed for the end of the hall, though she wasn't sure if it was the right way or not, but seeing as there was no opening behind her then she knew she only had the one choice. As she grew closer to the end she began to feel the ground below her crumble, the stones under her giving way. Looking up ahead she could see Danny, his face full of pain as he reached for her. He was in his human form, his ghost form gone or he hadn't transformed. Why didn't he transform?
Her question was answered as she felt the cold of steel against her neck now, the falling having stopped at some point. Now Danny was forced to his knees, his eyes full of tears, tears that matched the ice blue of his eyes. Sam wanted to stop it, she wanted to free him from the pain in his eyes and there was only one way to do it...
Popping up in bed next to the love of her life she clutched her heart, the pain that had been annoying at first becoming unbearable, but she would need to push forward. Looking down at Danny, his eyes closed in a peaceful sleep she promised herself one more day, one more day with him.