Oh hey. I've had this typed up for a while and for some reason I just haven't posted it. Its short and sweet. Enjoy!
Staring at his best friend, Danny Fenton noticed something different about her. "Have you always been this short?"
"Short? I've never been short. What makes you say that?" Sam replied.
Danny walked up to her and looked straight ahead. He used to look at her at just about eye level. Now however, when he looked, he was staring at the middle of her forehead. He noticed how perfect her eyebrows were as well. Sam put her hand on her head and brought it towards his. Her hand hit just at his hair line.
"There's no way..." she whispered.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you from all the way up here," he joked. "I think the air is thinner cause I'm having a hard time breathing."
Sam rolled her eyes. "I bet you it's shoes and uneven ground. We are outside after all."
"You just don't want to accept it. I'm growing and I'm taller than you. Just look at my dad! I guess I am starting to swim in his end of the gene pool."
"So you're saying that in exchange for height, you're going to eat your weight in fudge and start blathering on about ghosts?" Sam smirked.
Danny glared at her. "I don't blather or eat that much fudge."
"Yet."
"You're just angry that after almost ten years of friendship I'm taller than you."
"Because my height determines my power over you?"
"Well, not quite, but it's part of it. Always has been."
Sam smiled in a way that made Danny a little nervous. "I still have plenty over power over you."
"Prove it."
Following his order, she shoved him into an alcove and grabbed his crotch, pressing up against the wall. She smiled again and barely grazed his lips with hers and he was practically putty in her hands. She knew this was why men called women manipulative, but all the other double standards made her ignore the feminist voice in the back of her head.
"So you think height was my main power? Boy were you wrong, I've got plenty of other tricks up my sleeve and this is just one. So remember this moment when you're over six feet tall and making fun of me for being short, even if it's only by an inch. Or judging by what I feel, you'll probably remember it when you need some sexual motivation later, which knowing the amount of testosterone you have, you'll definitely need."
"Have I ever mentioned how sexy you are when you're in charge? I freaking love you."
"I know you do. And I love you too. Now hurry up and think of dead kittens, or the Box Ghost and Lunch Lady making out before we got back out there and you rip right through your jeans." Sam said, letting go of him. She kissed him and walked out of the alcove, leaving Danny to compose himself before following her.
"Oh there you two are. I was wondering where you'd gone." Tucker said holding a hot dog.
Sam smiled at him. "I was just showing Danny why he shouldn't be so... cocky about finally being taller than me."
"Is that why he looks so dazed? Cause if it wasn't for the fact he doesn't look in any way physically harmed, I'd say you punched him in the face." Tucker said waving his hand in front of Danny's face.
Danny swatted it away. "I'm fine. Now where's my hot dog?"
Tucker shrugged guiltily at him and popped the rest of the sausage in his mouth before running off, leaving Danny sighing behind him.
"You're going to finish what you started later right?" Danny asked Sam hopefully.
"Later, yes. So just hold on until then. Maybe invest in a chastity belt." Danny smiled at her and ran off after Tucker.