Disclaimer: Well ladies and Gents, unfortunately I do not own Danny Phantom….I offered Butch Hartman a pound of cherry starburst but he said he preferred strawberry and I could not bend to the wishes of a strawberry starburst lover.
Standing before Daniel James Fenton was the personification of what he felt must be the tenth circle of hell, you know, the one that Dante forgot to write about. It was such a brown color that it bordered on pepto bismo pink, about the size of a shoe box designed to fit baby booties and seemed to be filled with what the maniacally, perpetually grinning real estate agent loved to call "character." It seemed to Danny that this "character" required the place to be filled with cracks flowing gently up the walls, carpeting that appeared to have not been vacuumed since the Reagan administration and a sink that gasped and gurgled like a dying thing before vomiting up a brown sludgy substance.
"Oh this is just a delightful, cozy lil apartment that was designed for a young couple to just come and shower it with love." Leered Perky Patricia, as Danny was mentally calling her. Gesturing grandly with her clipboard Perky Patricia continued to show off the "cozy apartment, " but as the tour continued on there was a sign of desperation in her eyes that grew progressively worse towards the point that at the end she was practically throwing herself at their mercy. As far as Danny and Sam could figure out this particular listing had been up for quite a while and poor ol' Perky Patty was desperate for the commission. Watching the woman closely Danny couldn't help but empathize, 'Note to self…never become a real estate agent, baaaaaaad. Unless there is good electroshock therapist in town.' To Danny it sure looked like Perky Patty needed a shock or two, once the façade of glee had faded all that was left was what seemed to be chronic nervousness.
Exchanging a look that was an interesting combination of frustration and amusement with Danny, Sam gently placed her hand on Perky Patty's shoulder. "You know…I don't feel like this is the apartment for me. Maybe there are other places we could check out?" Pale and shaking so much that her clipboard was rattling, Perky Patty nodded nevertheless and led the way out the door and down the steps. It wasn't till they had left the apartment that both Danny and Sam let out their collective breathe.
Smiling and waving to Perky Patty as she haphazardly drove away, Sam waited until the station wagon's license plate couldn't be seen any longer before dropping herself onto her car's hood and moaning. With her head between her knees and her hands running through her hair, all Sam could do was shake her head. Leaning gingerly against the passenger side door, Danny waited till she raised her head; after a traumatic incident like that ten to one Sam had something to say. And if Sam spoke, you listened.
Danny grinned inwardly remembering one time when he'd been caught not listening to one of Sam's speeches. He still had the tread mark scar on his thigh from where she had kicked him with her steel toed combat boots. Unconsciously he rubbed the spot as Sam turned towards him. Blinking her large violet eyes at him Sam grimaced, "Remind me again why I'm looking for an apartment with a real estate agent who just makes me feel like I want to beat her with a stick like she was a piñata? Who knows what kind of chocolate-y goodies are hiding in her tissue paper body?"
"Because you don't want to live within the overly repressive tyrannical environment which is your childhood home," chuckled Danny as he moved closer to Sam and began to run his fingers through her hair. A ghost of a smile lingering on her lips Sam leaned into the caress, "Well that might be part of it." They both knew he had left out, "even if it is just for the summer," the idea of leaving right now, after they had finally realized everything seemed like a joke. And it was definitely a joke that Sam could live without knowing the punch line, there were still some things that she had to tell Danny. Hopefully though, they could wait; why ruin a good thing while it's hot? Shaking her head one more time for good measure, Sam stood up and faced Danny.
"Well, we could call Perky Patty and tell her we'd love to see more places today, call up Tuck and Val and see what they're doing," at that Danny looked like he had just inhaled vinegar, Sam laughed, "or not…or we could just play hooky for the rest of the day and hit the Nasty Burger 'cause I'm famished."
Danny crossed his arms and tapped his forefinger against his chin as if in a great internal debate, "When pigs fly to the first, a 'hell no' to the second, and let's get it to go as a picnic to the third. Sound like a deal?" When Sam nodded, he gallantly swept open the passenger side door to his car. His bright blue eyes twinkling he just gazed at her with his hand stretched out towards her, "Milady, your carriage awaits."
Rolling her eyes at his Lancelot act, Sam simply jostled him into the passenger seat, "Nope, I'm driving…when you drive it's like you forget you're on the road instead of in the sky Mr. Phantom." At his outraged "Hey!" Sam simply ignored it by shutting the door and walking over to the driver's side. "Besides," she continued after buckling in and making sure her mirrors were properly positioned, "I love your car." She smirked at Danny as he pretended to huff and pout. As they drove, a comfortable silence descended on the car and its occupants.
Danny really didn't have a problem with Sam driving his baby, besides, he thought she looked sexy handling the steering wheel. And it gave him more time to think, about what they were going to do, about what he wanted, what she might want. And about why there hadn't been a ghost attacks for the past few days.
The last thought was the one that Danny really focused on; he didn't want to get into the heavier stuff until he and Sam were ready to talk about it, not even in his mind. Eyebrows wrinkling in deep thought, Danny concentrated. When was the last time he had seen a ghost even? He knew he was good and that when it got too much Val could pick up the slack, but that wasn't the point. Even on the news there hadn't been any reports of even a little bit of ectoplasm anywhere. As far as Danny knew his parents were even getting a little antsy. His parents…Maddie and Jack Fenton.
Mentally Danny slapped himself. He was in his twenties, an adult by all accounts. And still he couldn't bring himself to tell his parents that he was "Inviso-Bill," the "Ghost Boy," "Danny Phantom." Though how they couldn't see it he had no idea, there had been too many close calls in the past when his parents had almost caught bouts of flight, fighting or even his most tell-tale sign of ghostliness, the glowing green eyes when his temper ran hot. Jazz knew and didn't care, so why did he think that his parents would? Danny knew from the battle with Freakshow that they would understand and still love him, but there was still that niggling lil voice in the back of his head that still shouted words his father once said to Danny Phantom, "Tear you apart molecule by molecule." In all respects not a pleasant way to go really.
Watching Danny secretly from the corner of her eye as she drove, Sam couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her Phantom's head. Was he thinking about them? Only he knew, but she would give anything to know. She loved him, always had, but since trouble followed him like a shark to blood, Sam also knew that nothing between them could ever be easy. Then again, if it's always easy where's the enjoyment of the harder times?
Ripping through the silence came the chorus to "What's This" from Nightmare Before Christmas. Jerked from her thoughts, Sam dug through her purse ignoring the amusing stare from Danny as she searched for her phone. Ok, so she still loved that movie, it was one of her favorite's…how many movies do you know that work for two holidays at the same time? One eye on the road and the other desperately digging through her purse, what in the hell had possessed her to buy such a large one she didn't know; Sam struggled to control the car. Without a word Danny took her purse from her and effortlessly fished the slim flip phone from the side pocket.
"Who's Eddie?" he asked as he glanced at the top screen while passing the phone into her waiting palm. And if Danny didn't know any better or Sam any less, he would have sworn that she froze just a little bit. But why would a phone call from this "Eddie" make her freeze?
'Oh boy…' was the thought that flashed through her mind, "No one…just a friend from college. We lived in the same dorm last year." Glancing at the screen Sam quickly hit a side button that silenced the offending gadget. She would deal with Eddie later when she wasn't with Danny. Not hearing a responding, "Ok" or "unhuh" from Danny she could tell that he realized that she hadn't spilled the entire story. 'Later…we'll talk later.' Sam promised herself as she turned left into the Nasty Burger parking lot.
Halfway across town, a phone similar to Sam's stopped ringing and went to a voicemail, "Hi! You've reached Sam Manson, sorry I'm not here right now but if you leave your name, number and an amusing message I'll call back later." Frustrated, a large hand slammed the phone shut. Hazel eyes gazed out from the windshield of a dark blue Honda Accord, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Sam Manson couldn't ignore him forever. He'd make sure of that. Closing his eyes in thought for a few minutes, Eddie swept his dark hair back away from his face. He'd seen the pictures…how could anyone have missed them walking into Sam's room back at Fordham? Since she was rich enough, her parents had sprung for a private room so that she wouldn't have to mess with the riffraff, so she'd had an entire room to herself to decorate. And how did she choose to decorate? All in early modern childhood; there were pictures of Sam growing up pasted on the walls all around the room which looked at home with all the purple and black. Those pictures had featured Sam in almost all of them, alongside two boys. One who seemed to be a quirky African-American that Sam had claimed was named Tucker…poor kid. And the other…the other was a handsome, black haired; cerulean eyed male named Danny who Sam said was "only a friend." But Eddie knew better. There was something in her voice, in her eyes and her in body language that screamed her real emotions. He'd known then really, the entire time. He just hadn't wanted to admit the truth; denial was so much easier on the heart and the head. That he was simply a replacement for this Danny character. Edward Haverstein III was no one's replacement.
Opening wide his darkening hazel eyes, Eddie realized he knew what he had to do. Picking up his abused cell phone, Eddie scrolled through the numbers listed as he turned on the engine. "Where is that blasted…" he mumbled to himself, "Ah…there we go." Happy with his find, he pressed the call button. When it picked up, immediately he became all business, "Yes, hello there. This is Edward Haverstein III and I…oh, yes that's perfect thank you." Being transferred was frustrating, Eddie impatiently tapped his thumb against the curve of the steering wheel before shifting the car into reverse and backing out of his parking space. Straightening out, Eddie quickly shifted into drive and moved the car forward towards the main road. "I'm sorry say that again?" quickly the majority of his attention was placed on the call as his transfer went through, "Oh yes. See there is a slight problem with a rather persistent termite and I need to clean house…unhuh…yes, that's what I thought you'd say. I'm glad we could do business together; my father always speaks so highly of you. Good day sir and don't worry you'll be paid half within the hour." Hanging up, a leer laced the edges of his lips as Eddie swiftly merged into traffic. His problem would be taken care of within the next day or so.
Laughing wholeheartedly Sam ate the last bite of her tofu melt from the Nasty Burger as Danny finished telling her about a fight between him and the Box Ghost when he had accidently wrapped the bubble wrap of doom around his throat and it had begun to choke him before Danny took pity and cut through it with an ecto blast. Shaking his head, Danny couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, "And afterwards he still tried to attack me…I really don't think he'll ever get it, do you? I'd feel worse about it if he wasn't so damn annoying." Still sniggering to herself, Sam picked up the burger wrappers and threw them into a bag they had brought before stretching herself out on the blanket Danny had in the trunk of his car. Raising her hands far above her head, Sam looked at Danny only to see him staring at her intently. Smirking softly, Sam extended her legs in order to stretch them as well, watching Danny's gaze as it traveled up and down her body in appreciation. She could definitely get used to this.
When Danny's eyes flickered to florescent green Sam knew he was almost at his breaking point. 'Let's see how good his patience is' was her mischievous thought before she twisted around and laid her head in Danny's lap. If the sudden tensing of his muscles told her anything he was more affected by her action than he was letting on…'Oh he's good…' Sam thought appreciatively.
Sitting stiffly, Danny swallowed thickly. Did she know what she was doing to him? Was she doing it on purpose? Here, in the public park? It was summer, there were little kids everywhere! In fact there was a little girl sitting not twenty feet away from them with her mother and she was staring at them avidly. But when Sam snaked her hands up Danny's thighs allowing her thumbs to caress his inner thighs, growing closer to a…ahem…certain part of his anatomy, Danny could no longer deny that she was doing all this on purpose. 'Vixen' was his single thought before he disengaged her hands before they came to a part of him that was obviously in desperate need of some attention.
"Sam….Sam, c'mon…" he murmured hoarsely, bending down so that the mothers and kids around them couldn't tell what they were doing. To the nosy parents lingering around the lively young couple it just looked like they were engaged in a simple session of whispering sweet nothings, "this isn't a good place to do this." Sam simply lowered her eyelashes and kissed his inner thigh through his jeans, for which she was rewarded with a sudden tightening of his grip on her arms and a muffled groan that burst from his throat.
Mustering his control from wherever he could, Danny slowly lifted Sam so that she was now on her knees between his legs and staring directly into his eyes. He forced himself to control his urges as he lifted his hand to pull a blade of grass from her misshapen ponytail. All he really wanted to do was to take her, here and now in the middle of the park. Which actually gave him a good idea, but he'd file that away for a later date when there weren't any screaming toddlers and reproving matrons to glare at them. But even with all his control he couldn't help cupping her face in his hand and leaving a lingering kiss that was full of promise on her lips. "Sam, let's get out of here and we can continue this at my place." The breath torn out of her with that kiss, all Sam could do was nod and grab the hand he offered as he pulled her to her feet. Pulling her close to him, all Danny could think about was how easy it could be to just change into his alter ego and fly to his apartment. Silently damning all kids and their parents on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the park, Danny gripped Sam's hand tightly in his as she swooped the blanket and the garbage in her other. Together they all but raced to the car in an effort not to traumatize the denizens of Amityville Park, animals and humans alike.
Sitting on a bench about twenty feet away from where Danny and Sam had had their picnic, the sun glinted off of the lens of a camera as a woman stood up, slid her digital camera into her front pocket and picked up the amazingly child like mannequin from beside her bench. Finished gathering her things, the woman swiftly strode towards where her target had ran. This was an important job and one that she would be paid for amply when completed.
This time, Danny practically shoved Sam into the passenger side seat. He wanted to get home and knew that Sam would drive practically, aka slowly. Though the way she was looking at him she knew what he was about and was more than happy to let him nearly kill them if it meant having Danny all to herself for the rest of the day…and night.
When they arrived at Danny's apartment Sam's throat was hoarse from screaming, unfortunately it wasn't the kind of screaming she would have preferred. There were actually a few times on the road where Danny had to turn the car and them with it intangible in order to avoid hitting another car, a pedestrian or even at one point a frog that had strangely decided that practicing its Frogger technique in the middle of the day was a good idea.
Wearily Sam opened her door and forced herself to put one foot in front of the other. She may have still been horny but that doesn't mean a non sex related adrenaline rush couldn't make her tired. Standing up and looking across the roof of the car Sam waited for Danny to get out, "You just haaaaaad to drive didn't you? I think that last turn we took broke the sound barrier by the way."
Danny wasn't tired at all; his adrenaline rush was still coursing through his veins. "Aw c'mon Sammy, no one was hurt! And we got here in record time!" He grinned at her, blue eyes twinkling; he knew she could never stay mad at him for long. Crossing her arms, Sam gave Danny the Look before her face broke out into a smile. "God, I hate you" she laughed, "I can never stay mad at you long enough for the Look to actually work."
Still smiling, Danny's grin took on a decidedly more sultry tone. "Well…how about we try a different Look then?" With her arms still crossed, Sam cocked her head to the side and gazed at him, "Oh? And what, Mr. Fenton, did you have in mind?" Before the words had even left her mouth, Danny was in front of her having turned intangible and passing through the car, gently stroking her left arm up and down Danny murmured, "Just a few ideas that were percolating in my brain on the drive here."
"Danny!" whispered Sam shocked, "What if someone had seen you?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Danny gave a lopsided smile, "I checked, there's no one out here and besides it was quick." His smile swiftly turned into a wince as Sam whacked his shoulder.
"You idiot, that doesn't matter! Since when does Danny Phantom not care about…" But Sam never got a chance to finish her tirade because the next thing she knew her mouth that had been busy berating Danny was covered by a pair of rather insistent lips. Caught off guard, it didn't take long for Sam to quickly pick up the slack. Moving her lips raggedly across his, the desire she thought had been killed off by the death drive shifted from simmering under the surface to full blown.
If Danny was surprised by the change in force of the kiss he didn't show it, instead jumped it up a notch. Tearing himself away from her lips, he skated his tongue down the long column of her neck leaving biting little kisses the whole way. And from the way Sam was making noises it seemed as if she didn't have a problem with this change in tactics.
Gasping to the sky, as if in an effort to regain the ability to think all Sam could understand was that PDA in the middle of the day along a residential street did not make one popular with the neighbors. "D-d-danny…we…we have to go…sigh…inside." He pulled away and grinned at her, she didn't realize it but she was softly leaning inwards; she missed the contact. Moving slowly to her earlobe, Danny took the opportunity to give it a little nibble, "In that case, let me give you the tour" he whispered huskily. Grabbing her hand, Danny moved them into the hallway of his ground floor apartment.
Sam was still a bit dazed by Danny's ministrations only a few minutes ago, but even clouded with desire as she was there was no way she could have missed the distinct signs of female habitation. The place was dusted, didn't smell like old gym socks, and actually had a pillow or two on the couch in the living room as far as she could tell from the two second glance she caught before being hauled farther down the hall. 'Must have been Val…I didn't know that she and Danny had lived together while they were dating.' With that thought it struck Sam how odd it was that here she was, about to have sex with Danny Fenton in the same apartment, no…strike that, the same BED that he and Valerie had sex in while they were together.
'Ok, Sam don't think those thoughts…they're not good, besides, Danny's here with you now isn't he? And Val's with Tucker, like life should be. Don't think about Val running her hands all over YOUR Danny.' Unfortunately this little mental pep talk didn't do much good, all it did was make Sam want to force every possibly thought of Val out of Danny's head. And right now? The best option for that was pure, full throttle, core invading sex. Suddenly deciding that Danny wasn't moving fast enough for her, Sam took the lead and charged ahead down the hallway towards the bedroom. She'd only been here once or twice including the day that she, Tucker and Val had helped Danny move in so she had an idea of where the bedroom was. When she opened the second door to the left and saw the bed and the desk with a miniature model of a spaceship Sam knew she had struck gold, 'Jackpot' she thought with a devilish smile. The softly fading sunlight was shining through the partially opened blinds, but it gave enough light for Sam to find her way around, so she maneuvered Danny to the bed before pushing him on top of it.
His eyes lighting up, Danny fought the urge to grab her to him. He wanted to see what she would do now that he was "at her mercy" so to speak. So instead he simply crossed his hands behind his head and smirked at her, his entire attitude seemed to say 'Whatcha gonna do now Sam Manson?'
Inwardly she matched his smirk, 'I'm gonna do you Danny Fenton.' With that thought, Sam tugged off her sweatshirt revealing a black camisole that only had purple vines crawling up the side, curving tantalizingly just underneath her right breast. Releasing her hair from the confines of the failing pony tail, Sam shook her head allowing the heat curled ends to fall around her pale shoulders. From the slack jawed look on Danny's face, Sam would venture to say that there weren't any thoughts of Val running through his head right now. But it was the glimmer of want floating just beneath the surface that dragged up Sam's inner seductress. Crawling slowly across the dark blue comforter, Sam placed herself gently over Danny's midsection. The bright blue of his eyes by this point had darkened to that of a deep sapphire, his hands were itching to touch every inch of her softly curved body but he curbed the impulse at the very last moment. Last night he had seduced her, tonight it was her turn.
Sitting very straight on top of Danny, Sam didn't do anything first. She was just enjoying the feel of having Daniel Fenton underneath her, feeling him pressed against her in a totally intimate way. She had never thought they'd be here, at this point. All her fantasies over the years never prepared her for the honest truth. That no matter how good the fantasy was, reality was that good and about ten times better. Slowly, Sam laid her hands on Danny's chest. He definitely had developed a broad chest over the years. Softly she moved her hands around just touching, memorizing the feel of him. But the only thing she could really feel at the moment was the cotton of his dark green t-shirt.
Placing her hands just beneath his shirt, Sam enjoyed the feel of Danny's stomach muscles contracting at her touch. The power that came from the knowledge that every reaction was because of her was almost intoxicating. Glancing at his face, Sam noted that there lines around his mouth and eyes from tension. Giving him a slightly naughty smile, Sam moved her hands upwards, gently tugging at the shirt in order to get it off. The shirt finally off, Danny continued to stare at Sam as if he had never truly seen her before. Sure he had seen her act seductive, flirt, and even giggle once…though he had never told her that, she could have made sure there could never be any little Fenton's running around in the future if that had happened; but this was not an act, it was natural, almost like an extension of Sam herself.
Making sure that she had caught his eye, Sam kept eye contact as she gently lowered her upper body onto his. Soon though the tension grew too much for Danny and he had to groan, if she did this too many times in the future he wouldn't last that was for sure. Still looking at his face, Sam gently kissed his chest. Starting with the collarbone and working her way down, she wrenched from her lover gasps, sighs and the occasional moan; it was enough to make a girl smug. Knowing that sooner or later it would be her turn only made Sam shiver with, as Tim Curry said in her favorite movie, "antici………………..pation." Soon though, Sam ran out of the hard planes of Danny's chest and met with the resistance of his belt and jeans. Grinning, Sam quickly undid the jeans and simply unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, she didn't remove them. Instead what she removed was her camisole, causing Danny's eyes to gleam with appreciation. She had "forgotten" to wear a bra today. Luckily she also was wearing a skirt, which had made it a nightmare at the park, for some reason the weather gods had decided to make today windy, but had made Danny very happy at the sight of her long legs.
Legs which he was currently running his hands up and down on; Danny had conveniently forgotten his self made promise to only look and not touch at the sight of her camisole free torso and chest. Though when those same hands began to wander upwards, they were rewarded with sharp little taps by Sam. She was in charge this time and wanted to make sure that he remembered that fact. He only grinned and gripped her hips, at the same moving his upwards that she might understand her affect...fully. At this movement Sam had to close her eyes and softly gasp, he had no idea the amount of will it took to simply take him now.
Without a word, Sam stood up and moved off of the bed. Stunned and disappointed Danny reached for her, "Sam, what are you..." anything else he might have said afterwards was soon dispelled by the sight of Sam without her skirt and underwear. Underwear that given a second glance was really more than just a ribbon of lace, the very thought of what it had been covering made Danny even more uncomfortably hard, almost to the point of desperation. When he caught sight of her smoldering eyes and pout, Danny swiftly tore off his shoes, jeans and underwear. Sam laughed at his eagerness and evaded Danny's reach when he made to get off the bed, "I don't think so Fenton, I'm not sure you've earned your reward yet." She stood by the door, running her right hand up and down her side, enjoying the awed expression that was present in his eyes. When he leaned backwards on the bed again, she slowly moved towards him, "Do you want me?" He nodded so quickly it looked like he was watching the washer and dryer at the Laundromat downtown. "Good, 'cause I want you too, and I want to know that I'm the only one in your head tonight." And with that she moved so quickly that Danny, for all his ghostly enhanced senses, could barely track her movements. With his back flush against the bed, Danny braced himself for the feel of Sam against his skin, but whatever resistance he had tried to build up didn't work.
At the first touch of slightly chilled skin against smoothly, softened skin Danny and Sam both let out simultaneous groans. She was once again sitting on his midsection, his erection firm against her inner thigh. All it would take would be one sure movement and both of their dreams would come true. At this point, Sam was so far gone that she never realized that the reason for her moans was Danny. He had finally taken advantage of her position to allow himself to touch her…and stroke her… and caress her. Only when Sam began to thrash around in unsatisfied passion did he slip on a condom and bury himself deep within her. At once, the fire that had been growing within them burned brighter, demanding that Danny thrust up his hips and for Sam to grind against him. Danny wanted to go slowly, but the first time Sam's wall muscles flexed on him he lost any shred of control he'd had to begin with.
Hips pumping frantically against one another in a desperate attempt to become one, Sam forgot who she was, all she wanted as for this torture to end and yet at the same time to continue on forever. She was moaning and gasping each time he hit the right spot, it was as if they had been designed for one another. Danny couldn't help but moan as Sam raked her short, stubby nails up and down his back, through his hair and finally settling on clutching his ass. Desperate to be closer to Danny, always closer, Sam kissed him with the all the remaining passion she had. It was enough to do Danny in, but he first wanted to make sure that Sam came.
Reaching down between them, Danny rubbed that special spot just the right way; it was enough to shove Sam from the brink of an orgasm over the edge, screaming from the rush. With one final thrust, Danny was there as well, clutching Sam to him his heart in an effort to not lose the feeling so soon. Out of breathe and more wobbly than a well cooked noodle all Danny could do was hold Sam close to his body. This was what he really wanted, to know that Sam was in his bed, with him. He'd trade all the ghost powers in the world to keep this feeling forever.
Shocked with such a realization, Danny felt his heart stop beating for a second. He knew he loved Sam, but he hadn't realized the depths of that love. Swallowing his heart back down to where it belonged, he knew what he really wanted now. Pulling Sam in more closely to his body, Danny gently played with her hair as she sighed deeply.
As for Sam she had never felt happier, this is what she wanted. Not any of those short stints with the guys she'd dated in college, not even the one night flings with the Danny look alikes in an effort to get him out of her mind. After this, not even Eddie could bring her down from such a natural high. She was on the brink of falling asleep when she heard Danny call her name.
"Sam?"
"Hmmm?" Sam mumbled as she tried to bury herself deeper into the bed, but since she was snuggled into Danny it didn't much good, "What is it?"
Danny gulped, did he want to do this? Glancing down at the ebony haired girl in his arms his heart made the decision for him, "Um…I was wondering…since we couldn't really find a good enough apartment today….and since neither one of us really wants to deal with Perky Patty again…."
Sam sighed, Danny was flustered about something, which on a normal day was as cute as you can get but when you're half asleep from coital exercises it can be sort of aggravating. "Yeah, Danny? What…I should find a new agent? I agree, I wonder if I can talk to a few people that I know and see if they can help me. I'll try and call tomorrow."
Boy was she going to make this tough on him, "No Sam, I was wondering if maybe…you'd want to move in here…with me…I mean, live with me. You know, just until you find some place or whatever." He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, he didn't want to see her face when she realized that the last thing she'd ever want is to live on the same road as him let alone in the same apartment.
Ok, now she was awake. "Huh? You want me to live with you here?" Sam exclaimed, shocked to her core. She knew they had something but it had only been two days…wasn't that too soon? Then again, before they were lovers they were friends and didn't that count for something? The sight of Danny cringing just made her smile and stroke his face, causing him to look at her, "Danny, I'd love to live with you, as long as you're sure it's what you want." At this a cherubic smile lit Danny's face as he hugged Sam to his body and kissed her deeply.
Later on that night, in the downtown Amityville area, Eddie was sitting at a bar leering at the beautiful brunette before him. She was definitely his prize tonight. Looking across the gyrating dance floor though, he noticed a nondescript blonde woman in the corner. Gazing at his one night fling, Eddie grasped her hand and kissed it gallantly, "Rhonda, you're a beautiful woman. Now, I have some business to attend to, but if you'd please wait for me I'll be quick. Just go outside to the limo, my driver will let you in and then the fun can really begin." With a wink and a slightly rough smack on the ass, she flipped her hair and walked in the direction of the club entrance with no more than the thought of champagne and caviar to fill her head. Dropping his seductive grin, Eddie made his way towards the darkened corner.
"You're late"
At the notice, the woman glanced up. Nothing much to look at in a single glance; it takes the second glance to notice her pale, silvery eyes. It was as if she were a ghost. "You were preoccupied." She nodded in the direction the brunette.
"Don't make excuses; I don't pay you enough for them."
"You haven't paid me enough yet, so I'll make excuses where I see fit. Now then, do you want the goods or not?" She slipped a filled manila envelope onto the slightly sticky table. Suddenly greedy and all thoughts of professionalism forgotten, he gripped the envelope and ripped it open only to see the woman he wanted locked in a passionate embrace. It was the man, the man she was with…it was him. "You're sure this is the right guy? He looks different than in the other pictures she has of him." She nodded and then graced him with a small grin as he slipped her a large wad of bills. "Any other information?"
"Yeah, she moved out, she doesn't live with her parents anymore."
Eddie shuffled through the pictures till he saw one of Sam straddling the man on top of a dark blue bedspread, she was shirtless. "How did you come across these photos?"
"The blinds were open enough for me to take them, they never noticed…too wrapped up in each other." Obviously that was not the information he really wanted to hear, his eyes suddenly took on a murderous light.
"If she doesn't live with the Mansons, then where does she live now?" he all but growled at her as she fumbled with the bills in her hand.
"With him." At once she was gasping for air, his large hand wrapped around her neck slowly wresting life from her body.
He wasn't looking at her, but at the door as his grip slowly tightened. "Good, good…it'll make her all the more vulnerable when he is no longer there, at least not physically." Glancing down though at the stack of photos, one in particular caught his eye. "How did he do this trick?" Looking at his partner, Eddie smiled as if he had suddenly realized he was choking her, "Oh, my dear I'm so sorry I quite forgot my strength. Now, this picture with the man walking towards her through a car, I'm assuming it was the angle it was shot?" At her shake of the head, he became perplexed, "Really….interesting. I feel this requires more reconnaissance." At her frightened expression, he chuckled, "Oh no…not you. I need someone competent. And I know just where to find him. Try and get the job done though, just in case and contact me when it fails."
As she struggled to run out the door, the glimmer of a smile lurked within Eddie's eye as he lit a cigarette and pulled on it. Cruising his way through the crush of the crowd, he made his way to his limo and disappeared into the night.