Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that.

Author's Note: I'm starting this collection up again, and I'm absolutely positive you will be able to find a lot, lot more from me coming up in the next weeks and whatnot. I hope you won't mind that! ;)

007 : Carried Away

Rating : PG-13 (Borderline R, but barely)

Theme : 16. Crème de la crème ; On top

January 24, 2007

With a lazy smile, his kiss was soft yet firm on her lips, tasting the sweetness that of which was only hers and would only ever be hers. She laid back on the bed, her black hair being pulled from the loose ponytail she had captured it in long before, splaying out on the pillow. She followed the boy's advances by responding with a kiss of her own, letting the innocent study session turn into a more commonly studied area. Books laid forgotten on the floor; as if they were of high importance at that point in time.

The afternoon sun shone into the young man's room, the rays warm and soothing on his face as well as his entire side as he nestled closer to her, between her legs. Out of habit, she wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to allow him to ravish her lips with his own. Her hands could never stay in one place; they either roamed through his soft, black hair or traveled down his broad shoulders, past those strong arms, or to his finely toned abdomen–every so often, depending on the mood, she would find her hands elsewhere, as well. He moved from her swollen lips to her cheek, her jaw line, her neck–kissing, nipping, and sucking wherever deemed appropriate. His lips found hers again and he claimed them all for himself.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that he had lost his shirt along the way; it didn't matter, for hers, soon, followed.

There was just something not right, she felt; she wasn't all that comfortable. She opted to take matters into her own hands to deal with this problem. Pulling away, she licked her lips unconsciously and opened her eyes, only to meet those baby blue orbs that managed to always have to catch her breath. That look in her eyes nearly sent shivers to her core, and she responded with a smirk all too familiar; she pushed him off of her, and in one fluid motion, straddled his torso. Looking down at him, she chuckled at the look on his face: from happy contentment, to confusion, to lust; she enjoyed his current look best.

"I enjoy being on top best," she said softly, breathlessly, that smirk on her face.

"I enjoy you being on top best," he replied in a low tone, running his hands tenderly down her arms, taking her hands in his. In one swift motion, he yanked her back down to him, simultaneously meeting her lips with his, only now more passionate after catching a glimpse of her disheveled beauty in all of its glory; she was irresistible to him.

Pulling away again with a grin, she remarked, as if they had never kissed in the first place, "I just love the dominance over you. Is that wrong?"

"I will tell you what is wrong," he shot back, giving her a look. "Is that you keep stopping!"

"Oh, well, since you put it that way," she purred and crouched down to place a tender kiss on his awaiting lips.

Her sweet, cutesy notion was ignored and pushed aside as he deepened the kiss, sending electricity down her spine with the fervor he had ignited his touch and his lips with. In response to his newly-sparked passion, she pressed her body flush against his, mimicking his level of enthusiasm. He pulled his hands from hers, giving her a second to steady herself before moving, and sent his hands to roam her smooth, porcelain skin. Moving from her milky white shoulders, over her blood red bra strap, down her back, following every arch and every curve, he rubbed and caressed wherever his fingers touched, eliciting a moan of sweet satisfaction from his love. Tongues battled fiercely, dueling the never-ending battle for dominance. This was the game they played, no matter the circumstance; it was always a thirst for power, for control; neither won, but the battle was the challenge, the fun part. This lasted a good five minutes, neither willing to give up and throw in the towel.

One hand was now tangled in her long tresses as the other creeped up her side, finding its way underneath her bra–

With a barely audible knock–only one–the door opened a crack to reveal Jazz, her hand over her eyes in case she were to witness anything she was never going to be ready to witness; she cleared her throat, still keeping a hand over her eyes for precaution of blindness, "I just wanted to let you two know that dinner just got here. The pizza will be downstairs on the table for whenever you two are ready–" As a side note, she added, "–or, decent, based on those noises I've been hearing–tsk, tsk." Without as much as another word, she shut the door softly, the only noise coming from it being the resounding click when it closed completely.

Breaking their kiss ever-so slowly, they looked at each other, cheeks flushed; lovingly, they kissed once more.

With a breathy laugh, she said, "We tend to just get a little carried away." Without even so much as moving off of him, she found her shirt on the edge of the bed and put it back on, gracefully doing so–Danny watching her every move like a lion and his prey. "Shall we pick this up later? After, perhaps, a cold shower?"

"I'm going to need a long one after that," he coincided, pushing back the hunger in his eyes, shifting so they could untangle from each other and finish getting dressed; with minimal effort, he slid the white t-shirt over his head, smoothing out the wrinkles and making sure his pants were still on (just in case). "But, good thing is, I am starving..."

"Aren't you always? But, hey," she smirked wickedly at him and asked, "how about a midnight rendezvous to make up for the interruption, and we can both get in that shower we so desperately need?"

And with that suggestion, he planted a large, overly excited kiss on her lips. "Oh yes, you are beautiful."Grinning like a kid in a candy store, he grabbed her hand and pulled her off his bed, tugging her in the direction of his kitchen, where the smell of pizza waiting to be devoured lingered in the air.

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- A