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! With graduation and whatnot coming up very soon for me, I'll eventually have some more time on my hands, and when I'm done with the momentous amount of projects for school, I'll definitely write a lot more.

013 : Serenity

Rating : PG

Theme : 33. Cologne ; Perfume ; Strange smells

May 6, 2007

"Danny, you don't understand! If I get asked, 'How does Phantom look underneath that spandex?' one more time, I might have to actually tell them the truth!" Sam whined, leaning against Danny for support as they walked from the restaurant where they had just eaten to their next unknown destination.

He chuckled, taking her hand in his, "What exactly would you say to that question?"

"Do you want this discussion to turn R-rated or to remain rated G?" she shot back, looking up at him with a coy smirk.

"Hmm," he mock-pondered, stroking his chin with his free hand. "Would I…"

Nudging him a bit with her elbow, she laughed, "You know exactly what I think. Why even bother asking?"

"Because, it's funny," he quipped, smirking at her.

Due to the high demand of his life as of late, Daniel Fenton barely got any time to treat his girlfriend to a proper date, if anything proper at all; anything that would happen between them was impromptu and definitely unplanned. Being quite the unconventional couple, Sam hardly cared where they went, as long as they were together. Danny, as well, felt the same way; however, every once in a while he felt the need to take her out somewhere nice to show her, by more than his kisses and his touch, how much he truly did care for her.

The night was clear, stars twinkling in the midnight blue sky. It was a picturesque evening, perfect for a romantic night out. So, tonight, this perfect night, he took her out. The last part of the evening was more of a relaxed surprise for her, he mused.

"Where are we going, anyway?" she asked, noticing that they weren't walking in the direction of either one of their houses.

"You'll figure it out in a few minutes when we get closer," he replied, his voice soft enough for only her to hear almost as a whisper. Feeling her shiver just ever-so, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her. He smiled when he felt her nestle her head onto the side of his shoulder.

"We're headed to the beach?" she questioned after a few minutes, looking at the display before her. It was oddly romantic, especially for him, someone who would much rather a date be lounging around, watching movies and eating pizza in his sweats. "You know you didn't have to bring me…" she trailed off when she finally glanced up at him, seeing the look in his eyes.

"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to," he said, smiling down at her. "I've noticed you've been stressed out lately, you know, with prom and graduation coming up. I thought that the beach would be the most peaceful place where we could go, and…"

Without even another word, she kissed him softly, cutting off the rest of his sentence; she was on tip-toe to reach him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. When she broke the kiss, she placed her hands on his shoulders to balance herself. "You're amazing, did you know that?"

He blushed, something only she could make him do with minimal, and shook his head in response.

"Well, believe it, because you are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, you hear that?"

Nodding this time, he kissed her forehead lightly with a ghost of a smile. "Loud and clear."

"But tonight," she began slowly, "was there some special reason that you wanted to take me out? You know I don't care what we do, or where we go..."

Stepping onto the sand, he tugged off his own shoes, and watched as she followed his example.

"Can't I take you some place nice to show you how much I love you?" he asked, smiling at her expression of pure shock. He continued with more confidence than before, "To show you how in love I am with you?"

Biting her bottom lip, she had to fight the tears coming to her eyes. She was purely shocked that he admitted his love for her, especially without any prompting ever from her. As a lone, glistening tear dropped down the side of her cheek, he gave her a warm smile and brushed it away with his thumb.

"Is that a happy tear? Or, a sad one?" he asked, unsure with exactly what was going on with her emotions at the moment--all instincts pointed to good.

"I believe I am the happiest person in the entire world," she mumbled, suddenly jumping for him and wrapping her arms even more tightly than before around him, holding him close. "I love you, too, and I was afraid we wouldn't be able to say that before we graduated, that it would always be up in the air…"

"Never worry about that," he said, kissing the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her waist. Pulling her back somewhat, he lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her lips, showing her how he meant those words wholeheartedly. After a few moments and a few mumbled promises, Sam rested her head on his shoulder, facing his neck; every so often she would place a kiss or two there, a stray hand playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, completely content with life as of that moment. As she inhaled, an intoxicating scent filled her senses, and she smiled dreamily at the smell that could only, and always, be Danny.

"You smell good," she mumbled, cuddling up to him, like he was her pillow.

He chuckled, glancing down at her, then out at the water lapping at the shore, then back to her, knowing that the only beautiful sight he could see would be her in his arms, and that's how it would always remain.

End Note: I hope you enjoyed that tidbit of pure fluff! I know I did. Reviews make the world go 'round! (And they make me happy!)

-A