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: All right, I am very excited that I am more than halfway through with this challenge. There are thirty in total, and I'm hoping to get at least one or two done per week, so I can actually finish something that I started. There are a couple more that I plan on going through before I start the sequel to "Ten Things..." so we'll see how that goes. Thank you for reading, my lovelies!

Note: Hey, it's dirty again! Also, when I do a prompt, it's generally to one of the two words associated. I just put the entire prompt more for organizational purposes.

Also, this is dedicated to Lori, Guinivere Sage, who originally thought up the below catchphrase with me some time ago–I meant to write this a while ago, by the way.

017 : Baking with Sam

Rating : R

Theme : 7. Think pink ; Blow

May 27, 2007

The perfect recipe: Add one cup of Danny to two cups of Sam and mix them well. Then, add a dash of lemon, and bake at "steaming hot."

Pushing her against the counter with a soft but strong push, he captured her lips in a heated kiss, the taste of the frosting moving from her lips to his decadently; he moaned at the taste of Sam and the pink frosting, two of his favorite tastes in the world. He felt her shiver underneath his touch and wrapped his arms around her waist for warmth and to give them both stability in the world which was only theirs. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling them backwards ever-so-slightly, arching over the table. If he maneuvered her just so...

As if they had one mind, he lowered his grasp to around her backside and hoisted her up onto the table, never breaking the kiss. Various cooking items crashed to the floor in the process, but neither noticed nor cared. Without much effort, her black tank top was phased off of her body and thrown carelessly onto the floor among the mess that they would wind up cleaning later. It was a perk of having their own apartment; they didn't have to deal with meddling people around the house, and they could do this whenever they damn well pleased, which happened pretty often.

The cake was in the oven, with another twenty minutes of baking to do. That allowed plenty of time for "distractions."

Pushing back more items on their large table which stood in the center of their kitchen, he laid her back on it and crawled up on it as well, straddling her hips. Breaking from the kiss, his swollen lips curved upwards in that smirk of his, which should be trademarked in Sam's opinion, and pulled his shirt over his head silently, just watching her wild violet eyes dart around his form, drinking in every ounce of skin which was exposed.

Without as much as a warning, he leaned down and captured her lips once more, his fingers playfully toying with her bra strap before getting rid of the garment all together. He brought his hand back to her breast, caressing her nipple with his thumb gently. Their tongues dueled in each other's mouths, each fighting for dominance in the kiss. Sam wrapped her legs around Danny's hips, pulling him closer to her. She lifted her own hips to make contact, grinding slowly against him, definitely getting his attention. Moaning into the kiss, Sam brought her hands down to the waist of Danny's jeans and tugged on his belt until it undid in her grasp. Sensing what she wanted, he broke the kiss once more to hop off the table momentarily to pull off his jeans. Deciding it was not quite enough, he reached to her waist and tugged her black sweat pants off.

Grinning down at her hungrily, he leaned downwards, then stopped when his face was inches from hers, "Can we bake more often?"

"Maybe," she said as she reached over to the half-full container of pink frosting and stuck her finger in to scoop some out. Taking a good amount out of the container, she drew a large "S" on his chest with a wicked grin. Pulling him up a bit, she followed her writing with her tongue and cleaned it off.

"Please, can we bake more often?" he asked, giving her a puppy-dog pout.

"You know, I think this is the only instance I'll ever like the color pink," she replied, seeming to be deep in thought.

"Yes!" he cheered, dipping his index finger into the small container, getting out a small amount. Smearing the pink frosting on her lips, he brought his lips to hers and hungrily licked and kissed the frosting off.

Neither of them noticed when the timer went off; only when the smell of smoke was in the air, did they notice what they had forgotten.

End Note: Am I a tease with all of this little smutty scenes? Also, thank you to my reviewers who wished me congratulations on graduating on Wednesday. That's too sweet of you! ;) I'm very excited... not stressed out... well, just about falling down the stairs in front of everyone in my high heels. My family has placed bets whether or not I'm going to fall.

Oh! My birthday is coming up on June 3rd, too! It's good times all around, basically. I'm very excited.

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- A