Sobbing cuz I've wanted to write this chapter for SO. LONG. You guys are gonna die. In the best way.

He showed up at her house after a few minutes of smooth flying. The air was cool, and there was barely a breeze. He flew into her room, to find that Sam was asleep.

Her hair was messy, with her bangs sprawled across her forehead. Other little bits were ever so slightly out of place. God, she's so beautiful. Phantom thought.

After considering how cold he might be, he slipped off his gloves, placing them on the table next to her bed. He looked at his hands; they had become a rare sight. Sam's hands were so much thinner than his, and he wanted to see how well they fit.

"Please don't kill me." He whispered, interlocking one of his hands with hers. They fit perfectly. Sam was roused from her sleep, groaning slightly.

"Phantom?" She mumbled.

"Shh, I'm sorry…" He whispered, backing up.

"No, come here. You're cold again. Just take off your shoes and get under the covers." Phantom took off the white boots, slipping under her sheets with no questions asked.

"I'm so sorry for waking you up…" He said, brushing a lock of hair from her face. She opened her eyes slightly, smiling.

"Come on, I won't bite." Sam put her arms around him, pulling him closer. He did the same, feeling himself starting to freeze up again.

"S-Sam, I…" The ghost was lost for words.

"You don't have to talk, Phantom. Just warm up a little." Sam nuzzled her face into his chest, and he instantly felt warmth shoot through his body. "There. That's better."

"Thank you." Phantom could feel her chest move with her breath, he felt her middle finger making circles on his back, and her toes brushing against his feet. She was driving him up the wall, and she knew it.

"You never said you were coming today. I would have stayed up." Sam said into his chest.

"I was with Tucker, but his mom started bitching at him, so I left early." Phantom decided to fight fire with fire. He started toying with her hair and moving his toes against hers. She was obviously affected; her back arched lightly as he dealt her own poison to her.

"Of course. Mrs. Foley was always a little high-strung." Sam could barely get the words out; Phantom was playing her game.

"I wouldn't know." He mused, shifting quickly so he was on top of her. "You're driving me crazy. I hope you know that."

"I live for it." Sam said. "What are you gonna do now? You've got me pinned, ghost boy." He froze again.

"I'm gonna be honest. I've been dead for a while. I'm not sure." He waited for Sam's expression, which was utter shock. Then he made his move, leaning down and stopping just as their noses touched. "Just kidding." He softly leaned down the last little bit, planting a gentle kiss on her.

Everything inside of him exploded like a firework. His body went up in flames, despite him having a freezing cold core. Everything went numb, except for the parts of him that were touching her.

He pulled back, trembling from the tidal wave of feelings he was experiencing. His eyes stayed shut as he rolled to the side, lying next to Sam. She had a small smirk on her face; it wasn't her first kiss like it was for him, so she was familiar with the tingling feeling.

"Hey, Sam?" Phantom asked after a few minutes of light cuddling. "Was that…did you…"

"You're fine, Phantom." She said, placing another soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You're also burning hot." Phantom could feel it, the now-foreign sensation of fire.

"Listen, I need to tell you something." He said, so soft that Sam almost couldn't hear it.

"Yeah?"

"Well, all those Fridays that you would come to the portal…before we met…I was on the other side." He got slightly hotter, out of pure embarrassment. "I know it sounds weird, but…"

"No, no, it's not weird at all. You seem to forget that I was at the portal too." She smiled. "I knew there was something there." Phantom pulled her as close as he could, feeling his energy intertwine with hers.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt alive.