Memory 011

Genre: Romance/Angst

Pairing: Danny/Sam

Rating: T

Story © Phantom Misfit

Danny Phantom © Butch Hartman

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"So, another fakeout makeout, huh?" Tucker nudged Danny with his elbow, grinning impishly, and Danny chuckled bashfully, rubbing his arm. "Yeah."

"You know, there are other ways of diverting attention from Phantom." The techno geek said casually as they walked down the sidewalk from the Nasty Burger. "You know, like having a big fight."

Danny gave Tucker a strange look. "Why would we do that?"

Tucker just smiled. "Why would you make out instead?"

Danny blushed and laughed nervously. "Just a...split second reaction." Tucker snorted. "And would that 'split second reaction' happen if I was the one found helping Danny Phantom?" Danny stuck his tongue out childishly and Tucker pushed him. "Come on, admit that you like her!"

Danny shook his head, smiling. "You know that already, Tuck. We've kissed, what, four times?"

Tucker blinked. "Four?"

Danny swallowed, face going red. "Three. I meant three."

"You dog! You've kissed four times and didn't tell me!" Tucker exclaimed, grinning. "You've only had three fakeout makeouts! What about the other time!"

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, it kinda went like this..."

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After an easy fight with the Box Ghost, Danny flew Sam home. It was about midnight and she'd had a long day. She'd gotten up early to finish a test for school, the homework had been brutal and on their patrol there had been at least five ghosts to fight. She was exhausted, her eyelids drooping. Tucker had gone home already, lest he miss curfew. Sam's parents never even knew she was gone, and Danny's parents were more lenient now because he said he had to stay after school when he didn't. He hated to lie, but it was necessary.

Sam was bridal style in his arms and he'd never held her like this. She'd always held his hand while flying or put her arm on his waist, but while that was heavenly, this was incredible. A pleased look stretched his face as she curled close, mumbling an apology about her sleepiness. He couldn't care less, if he got to hold her like this. And without a running start, he took off, warmth filling him as he held Sam close.

When he got to her balcony he looked nervously at the door. He didn't know if he should just leave her there because in the morning she might wonder how she got there and be confused. But she was dead tired and he didn't want to wake her up.

All of a sudden, just when he was about to phase through the glass and set her on the bed, she stirred slightly, still mostly asleep. Her arms were around his neck and she pulled herself up slightly, smiling drowsily at him. "Danny," She sighed, and he desperately tried to ignore the breathless way she said his name. It was making him ache with longing.

"Sam? Are you awake?" He whispered, green eyes alight. Her eyelids fell shut and disappointment flooded him, but then she pulled herself up and pushed her lips against his.

He blinked, going numb for a nanosecond before everything hit him at once. Sam was kissing him! And his heart was pounding, his brain was spinning, and oh how badly he wanted to kiss her back!

So he did, just slightly. Just one more time, his heart begged. His knees were trembling as he kissed her back, softly and then letting out an agonized groan as she deepened it.

"Sam, you're killing me!" He gasped as he pulled away with force, lime eyes bright with desire. But she was asleep.

Danny bit his lip and phased into her bedroom, placing her in her bed. He covered her up and sent one last glance at her, eyes longing. His hands were trembling. "Good night, Sam." He whispered, and flew away.

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"Epic fail." Tucker shook his head. Danny gave him a strange look. "What?"

Tucker laughed and slung an arm over his friend's shoulder like a gangster. "Dan, you gotta get some nerve and tell her how you feel, or this is going to go on for the rest of your life."

Danny shook his head, pushing the techno geek away with an annoyed huff. "I can't, Tucker. It would ruin our friendship."

Tucker just rolled his eyes. "So what are you going to do?" He demanded, crossing his arms.

Danny sighed, shrugging. His eyes were sad. "Cherish the memories."

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Happy Valentines Day!

-Phantom Misfit