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Tendrils of early morning sunlight danced across the dark purple carpet, peeking through the curtains, as the sound of muffled footfalls made its way towards the door. In the middle of the room was a large king sized bed covered in black and purple satin sheets, and buried underneath was one large lump.

Shattering the peaceful silence were the resounding THUMP sounds that seemed to grow louder by the minute. Groaning, the lump seemed to move restlessly as if the noises were harmful to its ears. A hesitant knock echoed through the plum drenched chamber, then a blonde head poked through.

"Sammykins? Are you awake dear? Remember you promised your father and I that today you'd join us at one of our functions and I was thinking that beautiful pink silk skirt with the…" Buzzing in through the room like an overgrown and overly blonde gnat, Pamela Manson made her way through her daughter's room keeping up a lively chatter as if it could disperse all the black and dark purple from the surroundings. Looking towards the bed all she could see was a tuft of black hair peaking above the covers, "Well fine dear, if you're going to be rude about waking up on time I suppose you'll need a bit of help." Stalking over to the bed Mrs. Manson grabbed a generous portion of the black down filled comforter before giving it a yank. As it floated towards the ground her shrieks filled the air.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Her voice a few octaves higher than what could be considered her normal tone, all Sam's mother could do was stare goggle eyed at the scene before her. There, in her daughter's amethyst colored Egyptian cotton sheets, was her daughter…and someone else. A certain someone that the Manson's had believed long gone from their daughters, and subsequently their own, life.

Finally awakened by the melodious sounds of her mother's shrill question, Sam raised her head a few inches from the pillow she had made sometime during the night of Danny's arm and after wincing at the harsh light of day, blinked blearily up at the now fuchsia colored face of her mother. "Wha…? Mom, what are you doing in here and why in God's name are you screaming at me at…" a quick glance at the clock forced Sam to swiftly shut her eyes in resignation, "…eight o'clock in the morning?" Obviously there wasn't going to be anymore sleep in her immediate future.

Indignant, all Pamela could do was stare at her wayward daughter, "What am I doing here? What am I doing here? I thought I was coming to wake my daughter so that she could come with her father and me to a luncheon today. I never expected to see my only child in bed with…with…THAT boy." She huffed angrily and crossed her arms, "Sam, your father and I do not condone you...fraternizing...with the likes of the Fenton's."

At the sound of his name, a second tousled, black haired head popped up to greet the new day. Raising his arms way above his head in order to stretch, Danny gingerly opened his bright blue eyes to see Sam with a wary look in her eye, he smiled at her tenderly. "Ahem," came the testy good morning, but it wasn't Sam who said it because Danny didn't see her lips moving. Then he froze, thinking he had only dreamed the shrill voice that had ruined his dreams of him, Sam and unspeakably dirty things, but a glance at the foot of the bed and of the five foot nothing blonde woman with her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently punctured any hopes.

"Good morning Mr. Fenton. I see you've enjoyed a long sleep in my daughter's bed with my daughter in it." She all but growled at the young man, who, though he was easily twice her weight and height, couldn't help but shudder at the feral tone. "My husband and I haven't had an opportunity to see much of you and your family lately...pity, I'd hoped that would continue." Sam sat up, first making sure that she was fully covered in some areas and crossed her own arms, "Mom…." She cajoled, looking between her irate mother and her new lover.

"Don't you 'Mom' me Samantha Manson. Now then, I am prepared to overlook this little…indiscretion, as long as it never happens again. You, Mr. Fenton will leave and not return. And Sam, you will get dressed and you will join your father and me for our luncheon this afternoon. Is that clear?" at this Pamela Manson smiled coolly, convinced that she had finally conquered the great Fenton Problem.

Ok, now Sam was pissed. How dare her mother try and tell her who she can and cannot be with? She was 22 for God's sake! Practically shaking with suppressed anger, Sam glanced at Danny to see that sometime during her mother's tirade he had lost the light blue eyes she loved so much and gained the otherworldly neon green eyes of his alter ego. Apparently he was much angrier than his calm and collected countenance gave away. Swallowing thickly, Sam took a deep breath. She was about to strike a blow for over protected daughters over twenty everywhere! "I can't do that Mom."

Stunned, Pamela focused her gaze on her daughter's violet eyes, "I'm sorry dear, I don't believe I heard you correctly."

"I said no." Sam replied firmly, her nervousness coming through by the slight wavering to her voice. Noticing this, Danny reached across the bed covers to gently grasp her hand and gave it a warm squeeze. Sam inwardly smiled as she noticed that when he held her hand her mother's left eye twitched violently.

"Sam, you will do as I say."

"No" Danny had to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress the chuckles that were building as he noticed that the light pink tone of Pamela Manson's face was slowly deepening to that of a crimson.

"Young lady, as long as you live under my roof you will obey my orders." Content that Sam wouldn't even contemplate crossing that line, Pamela turned around and began to walk towards the bedroom door.

Sam smiled, finally. She had what she'd always wanted, a way out. "In that case can I have the newspaper?" With her hand on the doorknob, Pamela paused, her curiosity getting the better of her. "What for Samantha?"

A slight smile began slowly to cross Danny's face, he had an idea where this was going and he wanted to see what would happen. Catching her boyfriend's eye Sam smirked, "I want to take a look at the ads for apartments for rent." Gazing across the room Sam watched as her normally poker straight back of her mother tensed and appeared to straighten even more. Without another comment she opened the door and marched out, all but slamming the door behind her.

Sam let out a large breath she hadn't realize that she'd been holding in while waiting for her mother's reaction. 'I can't believe that just happened" she said, her voice hushed. Danny nodded, "I know," and at that he grabbed Sam and fell back against the pillows cuddling her warm body close.

"Danny!" Sam giggled when she felt his lips move on her neck, "Didn't get enough last night?" He snickered as she flipped them over so that she was on top, stared into his twinkling blue eyes and practically purred, "You, Mr. Fenton, are insatiable." A light moan tore itself from his throat as Sam attacked his neck and collarbone. She then grinned and lifted herself from Danny's warm firm body, running her hand up and down his torso, his face contorted from the light torture she was performing on his poor self, "Too bad I have to go apartment hunting, otherwise I can think of a few things I'd love to be doing right now." At "now" Sam lightly nibbled his right earlobe. Danny gasped; this was unfair.

"Sam…groan…if you have to….uhn….be looking for…oooh yeah…an apartment shouldn't we….be going? Danny moaned into his lover's ear as she continued her assault on his neck and jaw line. He was having a hard time restraining himself enough to not flip her over and just turn what was an awkward morning into a much better one for the both of them. Breathless Sam gave him one last kiss and then settled back onto her pillows, cuddling her body as closely into Danny's as she could. Still trembling slightly from the effects of Sam's kisses, Danny tried to calm his raging hormones; this was not the time for nookie.

Sam, watching Danny, noticed a hazy expression enter his eyes and a sly smile cross his face, and grinned in spite of herself. She knew what he was thinking about. Blushing slightly, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she remembered last night. After Danny had shocked her with an early morning wakeup call they had gotten ….reacquainted…for a few hours before going out for dinner at the pizza place in old downtown Amity, then back to her bedroom in order to…er, reacquaint themselves even more. Sam had totally forgotten about her parents, usually they were out of town. It figures that finally when Danny had figured out he was the one for her; the Manson's would figure that it was the perfect day to spend some "quality" time with their only daughter.

Danny, with his eyes shut tight, took one more deep shuddering breath as he squeezed Sam more closely to his side. Why hadn't he done this years ago? He had known that Sam had liked him a little bit in high school of course, he wasn't THAT clueless. Snickering slightly, Danny smiled into his lover's inky hair and began nibbling on her neck again. At her sudden gasp he renewed his attack; 'God, she's hot' was his one thought as he gently slid his right hand down her side and between her thighs. That undid any noble intention of apartment hunting that Sam had been harboring at least for a few hours.

Sorry this took so long and is so short, the hateful combo of mental block and school undid anything I had to work with for a while :-/.