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. I only have three left! I'm very excited about that. 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! By the way, I have the remaining three mapped out, and out of those three, the last one is probably going to be my favorite. I've had that one mapped out, and I planned on going out with a bang (literally), so the ending piece is going to be a treat.

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P.S., the definition that was given for a maillot was: "tights for ballet-dancers, etc: one-piece close-fitting swimsuit."

027 : Danny's Little Problem

Rating : PG-13

Theme : 25. Maillot ; paradox

July 20, 2007

It was the most wonderful time of the year, full of cheer, smiles, and... bathing suits. It was the time for play for men and boys alike, for it was bathing suit season, and eyes were free to roam at their own accord. How corny does that sound? Anyways, and Tucker and I can equally agree, summer is the best time of the year, but I don't use it as an excuse to look at every single girl like they were a piece of meat. No, I'll leave that up to Tuck. Me, on the other hand? I have my own eye-candy that gets sweeter, and riper with age.

When I was fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen, she would wear a modest outfit, generally accompanied by a cape (that I was all-together not that fond of). At that time, she wore a simple violet bathing suit that matched her eyes.

I couldn't blame her for not wanting to be out in the sun too often; that was during the phase where she hated sunlight. As the years faded into the next, she didn't completely oppose the sun, but she didn't make it a point to run out into it, either.

When we were all eighteen, this year, she wore a black bathing suit. The bathing suit. Now, it wasn't a bikini, nor did it overexpose her in any way, shape, or form. It was appealing to the eye without going over the top, something that I approved of. At least she wasn't wearing a barely-there bikini, leaving little to the imagination. I would have to knock out a few people if that were the case; their eyes would be glued to her.

That's beside the point.

That bathing suit... in all of its glory, does things to me, every single time, and it drives me insane. I could be thinking the least suggestive thoughts, and wham, blood rushes to my head.

Yeah, that head. It was embarrassing at first, but now it's annoying how I can predict it happening like clockwork.

Oh, gross, thinking about Clockwork and her bathing suit in the same bracket of thought isn't going to mesh well, is it?

That's also beside the point.

This bathing suit... it tied around the neck, curving to about a small ways below the swell of her... oh yeah... giving me a glorious half-view of those perfect, magnificent...

Sorry, one-track mind. They're nice, dammit, give me a break.

Although she wasn't close to being as tall as I am, her athletic legs were a gorgeous addition to the temple of Sam at which I worshiped frequently.

Oh man, does it sound like I'm hooked?

I'm fucking addicted, and I don't ever want to get off this drug.

After I while, I guess, Sam managed to notice I was staring. It happened often; I would let my thoughts wander to a point of no return, and she would snap me out of it somehow.

"Danny, I swear," she began, watching me with an somewhat exasperated look on her face, "it's like I'm walking around naked, you're staring so much. It's not like you haven't seen everything before."

That was too good of a mental image to–oh, shit–and we're back, like clockwork.

"Uh, well," I started, realizing my problem wasn't going to go away as easy as I'd hoped.

"Want to go for a swim?" she suggested, raising her eyebrows with a smirk. "I can see you need to cool off."

"Do I ever," I said, trying to maneuver myself so it wouldn't be even more embarrassing.

"I'll help you out when we get in the water," she said in an alluring voice, walking in the direction of the waves lapping against the shore without seeing my reaction, which I'm sure was glorious.

...what?

"Oh?" I wondered out loud, eagerly following her.

This should be interesting.

End Note: I decided to ponder what it would be like to check a girl out from Danny's eyes, and this is what came to mind. I tried to be as vulgar-less as I could, since I didn't want to come out-right and be all, "OH HEY, DANNY HAS A BONER." But, if you didn't seem to get that before, now you do. ;D

I HAVE THREE LEFT?! Oh well, I have more projects to do after this, so never fret!

Plus, I'm putting this up tonight because I wouldn't have been able to put it up on Sunday, since I bet I'm going to be absorbed in the final Harry Potter novel for the next couple of days. Happy reading, all!

- A