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 don't mind and all! I hope this is a bit more like my other works of fanfiction (meaning the smut-level), and I hope you really do enjoy this. Also, I'm working on something even smuttier, and this isn't even what I was planning on putting up in the first place, but I thought it was cute and funny enough to put up.

011 : Brazen

Rating : PG-13, borderline R

Theme : 31. The Library ; Bookshop

March 27, 2007

Samantha Manson was the type of girl that proclaimed what was on her mind (well, depending on the situation) and proclaimed it loud. She fought for the little guy, even though, in her high school years thus far, she was the little guy. So, why not go down fighting? However, in her case, she decided to skip school in order to rally and protest for the rights of animals; the animals in Amity Park were being tested and abused for petty purposes, to her, and she couldn't take such an atrocity happening in her own city.

As a result of skipping school, she was on lock-down as punishment; it wasn't the first time something like this happened, so, to Mrs. Manson, this "outcry for attention" deserved to be attended to–two weeks lock-down... no phones, no computers, and no sanity. The only time she was able to see her two best friends would be during school; and, even that wasn't enough. Sure, to see them was enough, but she didn't really get to talk to them other than during the lunch period. With lack of communication other than her mother (who never got a reply due to the harsh silent treatment Sam was giving her), she was about to throw herself out the window or never leave school, whichever was the lesser of two evils.

There was so upside to this. First off, the time with her boyfriend, Danny, was cut extremely short. Not to mention that they had gotten detention for being caught in the janitor's closet. It was only Tuesday–the grounding started the day before. They were just a couple of horny teenagers, that's what they were.

The grounding was so strict that she couldn't even walk home with her boyfriend and her other friend. She had to be dropped off to school and picked up; plus, her mother wouldn't acknowledge her wishes to be picked up in a normal car, she had to be picked up in a limo. Rumors were now soaring. So much for that well-kept secret.

Getting rides to and from school wasn't even the most aggravating thing she had to tolerate. No, it wasn't. She didn't know how the hell it was possible, but her house had a twenty-four hour alarm "protecting" her from any intruders. It seemed her mother wasn't as stupid as she looked. The keyword being 'seemed.'

Two months, three days, six hours, and forty-two minutes until her eighteenth birthday. Oh, sweet salvation.

So, presently, the prisoner was laying on her bed, sifting through the pages of a favorite, old novel of hers. Beside her, a stack of books of similar size lay. If she wasn't going to be able to communicate with the outside world, she might as well get some reading done. If her sanity was going to be tested, then she would make damn sure that she was in another world far, far away.

With no one to impress, she lay in black shorts and a light blue tank top (the color seemed to remind her of something important...); they were old and worn to her (there was a small rip down the front of the tank top), but she loved them nonetheless and didn't feel the need to be chic in her own home (as her mother so haughtily said she should be, being a Manson).

She managed to fall asleep a few minutes later, the sheer boredom of it all almost bringing her to tears. However, when she least had expected it, a presence entered her room; of course he knew about the alarms, so he had to play the intangibility card if he wanted to drop by. He claimed he was even more stupid than he had first thought for not doing that sooner. Taking in his surroundings as he turned tangible, he spotted the love of his life passed out on her large canopy bed. She was surrounded by books, big and small; it seemed like she was sleeping in a library. She was dressed just the way he liked it, too: scantily. Those shorts were something else... she would introduce her combat boot to his head if he kept up this train of thought.

He smirked as his eyes raked over her still form. Allowing his feet to touch the floor, he took soft, quiet steps over the plush carpeting, nearing her bed. As he reached the side, he took a closer look at the titles of the books: Wicked, This Lullaby... Brazen? What in the world...?

He almost laughed out loud at the cover of the book; he would have if she wasn't sleeping peacefully right beside him. The cover portrayed a man, half-naked, with a sheet around his waist. The man's fact wasn't even visible, just his torso, fine with muscles. He had no idea she would even give these books the time of day; but, hey, if they managed to do the trick for her, he certainly wouldn't complain.

Dirty books, eh? Well, well... Carefully picking up the novel, he flipped through the pages. If you've read one, you've read them all. Wait, how do I know that? He shook his head free of that notion and continued to skim a page of the book for the juicy parts. There had to be at least one sex scene per chapter. At least. (He hoped.)

Finally spotting one, after point-two seconds of searching, he skimmed it briefly. As he read, a wicked smile crossed his handsome features. After getting what he needed, he shut the book and placed it down on the floor, followed by the other odd numbers of books that were surrounding Sam. She'd kill me if I made a mess of her books.

After completing his task, his eyes swept over the beautiful maiden which was his girlfriend of one year. The one year went by in the blink of an eye, but the memories, he knew, would forever be embossed in his mind for forever and a day. After turning over a few more thoughts in his head, he decided that time wasn't in abundance and that the show must go on the road.

Turning into Danny Phantom, he went intangible and pushed himself off of the ground lightly, so that he would be hovering just a few inches above Sam. Like a whisper in the wind, he spoke softly, "Sam. Time to wake up." Seeing no reply from his sleeping beauty, he spoke again, a bit louder this time, "Samantha, rise and shine." This time, she stirred. He figured it was at the use of her full name, but he also knew she was a light sleeper, so that could've been it as well.

From sleeping on her stomach, she flipped herself over while yawning and arched her back in a stretch, resembling a cat in the warm sun stretching its limbs. Danny couldn't help but allow his eyes to drift downwards; the flimsy blue tank top was rising, high above her navel as she leaned a little ways off of the bed. He was so thrilled that she was his and only his. He would definitely have been a crazy, jealous bastard of a friend otherwise.

Pausing before making a move, he waiting until she was still again; he knew she was awake, by the pace of her breathing, but her eyes weren't open, and he was counting on them staying close. So, leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "Oh, lover."

Her eyes shot open at his voice. She wasn't going crazy, was she? She definitely did not see anything, but...

"Where for art thou, lover?" she responded, closing her eyes briefly with a lazy smile gracing her features. When she opened them once again, he appeared. Her expression brightened immediately and her eyes lit up, as they normally did. Leaning down to her outstretched arms, he pulled her in his arms and hugged her, not wasting any time crushing his lips to hers. Her lips and the softness that called out to him every waking moment, no matter the time of day; his lips, those lips of velvet, in which she was drawn to constantly, like a magnet. The kiss lingered for a moment longer until the necessity for air was evident in their lungs.

The kiss was desperate, feverish–the passion raw. The long absence of romance needed to be made up for, and they knew the remedy like the back of their hands.

As they pulled away at the same time, Danny moved slowly to trail kisses down her cheek, her jaw, and then down to her neck. Between every kiss he murmured, "Nice," kiss, "selection of," kiss, "books you have," kiss, "there."

"What 'selections of books' are you talking about?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows, trying to catch a good look at his face.

"Want me to tell you about it? Or, do you want me to show you?" he pulled back while grinning, wiggling his eyebrows comically.

She paused, unsure of what to answer, "...show me?"

"Well, since you insist," he said off-handedly and playfully, pushing her back against her pillows, making her bounce briefly on the mattress.

"Straddling his beautiful maiden, he leaned forward and captured an earlobe within his teeth. He purred sweet nothings in his lover's ear, basking in the glow of her heated cheeks, heated lips, heated thighs," he narrated, trailing his hand in the directions of each body part he mentioned, speaking softly in a deep voice which sent chills up her spine. "His hands moved over her, searing her skin, and then he cupped her... with his warm palms, kneading them gently beneath his expert fingers, as he bent to kiss her once more, his tongue delving deeply, possessively."

She moaned softly at his actions, but then laughed at the sheer corniness of it all, "You can't remember poetry for English, but you remember that? How long were you reading that book before I woke up, Danny?"

"Less than a few minutes, really; but, hey, it's more interesting than whatever Lancer teaches, anyway. Let's see if that man can teach something like–"

"You are not talking about Lancer at a time like this," she said, a disgusted tone to her voice; the look on her face was priceless, and the look on his was even better when he realized his error.

"At a time like this? Certainly, we're not going to–"

"What the hell do you think? Now, I'm not so sure because now I have a very bad mental picture in my head that won't–" She was cut off with a kiss as sweet as the purest sugar, and a squeeze of her backside...

"What were we talking about again?" she asked, a lazy smile on her face.

"Exactly," he replied smugly, kissing her neck once more. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes and smiled as thoughts of how lucky he was ran through his mind continuously.

Laying back on the bed, she smiled up at her lover, her best friend. His lust-clouded, crystalline blue eyes shined down on her, roaming over every inch of pale skin that was exposed. Her clothes burned her skin, the articles itching to be ripped from her body. Without even a second thought, her shirt was pulled off over her head and chucked into the closet, followed by everything else.

End Note: I hope you enjoyed that, and I really do encourage you to review.

Wow, the reaction to the sequel was something I was hoping. Now, what would you like to see happen in said sequel? I'm going to have to re-read it before doing anything, of course, and I want to get it just right. Some sequels absolutely suck and I would not want that to happen to my baby.

- A