Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that. You know exactly what would happen if I owned Danny--oh wait, it did happen! Silly me. ;)
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. I like how dirty this one turned out, even though it's not severely so and horribly done. They're just being playful! ;)
012 : Gentle Prodding
Rating : PG-13, very borderline R
Theme : 15. Take a hint ; Scram!
April 18, 2007
The lights were dimmed, and the screen to her personal theater lit up with a thriller, action movie which had just been released to theaters (yet somehow she had in her own personal library). Three teenagers sat cozily in the seating area, directly in front of the screen.
Two of the three teenagers were beneath a warm blanket, leaning against each other while watching the previews. The other teen was on the edge of his seat, nearly bouncing at the prospect of seeing a movie for free that would've cost him about ten dollars to see if he wasn't there at that exact time. With the movie being about three hours long, Tucker wasn't sure how long the three of them would last, due to the fact that it was currently nine o'clock. Oh well, it would prove to be interesting to see who would fall asleep first… well, if the movie wound up being a bust.
Through half-lidded, violet eyes, Sam watched the pseudo, horrific previews before the actual movie began. Today had been a long day, after all, and she was exhausted beyond belief. Even though she could feel herself begin to doze off, every so often she would feel a hand she was all-too-familiar with creep up her thigh. Her and Danny had already watched this movie the night before, when she had first received it by post, and managed to get through the entire duration of the movie in one sitting; sure, they had gotten distracted at certain parts, but she made sure to catch up with the plot when they resurfaced from their own distractions.
As time passed, Danny's hand would grow bolder, and Tucker would be completely oblivious to anything they were doing over at the other edge of the couch. Sam, on the other hand, was now completely awake and having a hard time keeping her mouth shut when it came to a certain boy's wandering hands.
"God, that's hot," Tucker commented, making Danny and Sam's gazes jump to his figure, wondering what in the hell he was talking about; they had long given up on watching the movie, becoming (silently) more absorbed in each other.
"What?" Sam asked, squirming a bit against Danny's hand. Thank God for that blanket.
"Rose McGowan," he said, gesturing to the movie screen. "A hot chick with a gun for a leg; that's basically screaming sex appeal, right, Danny?"
"Oh, yeah," he agreed, chuckling. "She actually reminds me of you a bit," he said, looking at Sam.
"How in the hell does that make sense?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at his observation. "She has one leg, was a Go-Go dancer, and is alone in the world. How does she remind you of me?"
"For one," he began, "you both have this dark, alluring look. You're both beautiful with dark hair, porcelain skin, a sarcastic type of humor, and you both are quite funny when you want to be. Still looking for reasons to see why you guys are alike?"
"That guy reminds me of you," Tucker quipped, chuckling at his own observation. "You and Sam could be these guys, you know."
"Oh please," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Just watch the movie and leave me out of this."
Edging closer to her, drooping his head down so his mouth would be parallel to her ear, he whispered, "Two against the world."
She smiled, nuzzling his cheek with her own, suddenly wishing that Tucker wasn't there. Sure, he was fun to have around, but ever since they had made their relationship public, she felt as if he was a certified third wheel whenever Jazz wasn't around. Plus, having him around made getting up close and personal a hard task to complete.
"Hey, Tuck?"
"Yeah?"
"Didn't you say that you had to leave at eleven? Curfew and all that?" Sam asked, a little too innocently for her liking. She felt Danny's smirk against her cheek before he pulled away to focus his eyes on the movie screen.
"Well, yeah, but I'm sure my parents won't kill me if I come home a bit later," he said, almost hesitantly, unsure of the look she was giving him.
"Oh, I see," she said, trying to think of another excuse for him to get out of there without coming off as completely heartless and hormone-ridden.
With his eyes constant on the movie screen, his hand crept up her tight-covered leg, slowly moving up her thigh and underneath her skirt. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, but he looked absolutely calm and peaceful just watching the movie, even through the gory bits and pieces. Despite the strong ferocity of the battle going on in the movie, his hand kept moving, his fingers finding refuge at the apex of her thighs, making her whimper breathlessly, almost silently. Danny heard, though, and smiled. He began rubbing in circles, finding the exact spot that needed his ministrations most, that bundle of nerves. She bit her bottom lip, trying to distract herself with the movie, but she was just rewarded with an even stronger aching and throbbing between her legs. The drowsiness that had been trying to claim her consciousness had completely faded away, now being completely alert, especially to Danny's touch. She decided to be devilish, as well, allowing one of her own hands to stray to a certain part of his anatomy which always stood to attention whenever she came to call; his eyes fluttered closed briefly when her hand dipped below his boxers.
After about twenty minutes more of that torture, Sam coming once, then edging closer to her second in that span of time, she decided she needed to speak up or Tucker would be around to witness something he surely wouldn't want to witness in his entire life.
"Hey, Tuck?"
"Yeah, Sam?"
"I'm actually kind of tired, and I feel like heading off to bed soon. So, how about after the first half of the movie we call it a night, and then watch the second feature of the movie tomorrow? I think the first half is much better than the second." She hoped that her persuasion skills would aid her in her effort to get Danny alone on that couch, but she also hoped that Tucker wouldn't catch on to that aspect of her plan. Another thing she had hoped was that he wouldn't be able to detect the urgency in her wavering voice as Danny's fingers dipped below the elastic band of her underwear.
Getting the hint that she wanted to be alone pretty soon, he nodded, giving her a small smile, "Yeah, sure, Sam, no problem."
And when the time for the first sequence, "Planet Terror," to end came, Tucker stood, stretching with a small smile. "I'll go show myself out. Have fun, guys."
"You think he got the hint?" Sam asked, after Tucker had made his exit. She felt bad for pushing him out, but if he hadn't left then, she wouldn't have been able to control herself.
"Yes, I believe he got the hint," Danny replied with a grin, pulling her to be on top of him. With a swift tug, the blanket in which they were cuddling underneath moved to cover them yet again in their new position. "We should come up with a system, though, to make him leave if we get… you know."
"Like a code word?" she quipped, wasting no time in removing her own shirt, then moving to work his.
"Something like that. I'll talk to him about it next time I see him." He smirked, reaching a hand up to caress the milky white skin of her exposed stomach, receiving a soft giggle from her in return.
"Can we change the topic?"
"I was hoping you'd get the hint."
End Note: How was that? This is the first something I've written after I've seen "Phantom Planet," and I'm definitely in a shipping mood, if you catch my drift. If you've seen the final episode of the series, than you'll know where I'm coming from when I say that Danny and Sam are basically the cutest couple I've ever shipped, hands down. Anyways, please review, for that will make me extremely happy. When I'm happy, I write more… and, of course, all input is greatly appreciated.
And, yeah, I saw Grindhouse today, and I kept thinking of Danny and Sam when I was watching the "Planet Terror" sequence, probably because the two main characters there definitely reminded me of them, despite the whole gory scene that followed them around constantly.
- A