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006: Cookies

Rating: PG-13

Theme: 022. Cookies

October 21, 2007

His eyes darted around the room, locating anyone and anything that could get in the way of his plans. Jazz was safely locked away in her room with the death threat not to interrupt, and his parents were in the basement, completely immersed in their latest project. He was set. Or so he thought.

As soon as Sam arrived, she was bombarded with her overly happy, smiling boyfriend. Smirking and rolling her eyes, she allowed herself to be tugged into his house; she adored his enthusiasm, it was a change from her outlook, and she embraced it. He was like a little puppy sometimes.

Sitting down next to him on the couch, she made herself more comfortable. As a result of a busy work-week, they decided to just relax and hang around and watch television on the big screen in his living room. It was dwarfed by the size of Sam's theater screen, but they were always over there. A change of scenery is always nice.

"Where is everyone?" she questioned, kicking off her boots to bring her feet up on the couch. She leaned against Danny's shoulder, a small smile gracing her features as he wrapped an arm around her. "Out?"

"Jazz has been forbidden to leave her room," he chuckled. "My parents are downstairs, hopefully for a long, long time. They don't come up, unless Dad has the urge for food."

"That's gutsy of you to rely on your father's will for food," she joked, eyes on the silent television in front of her. "Do we not need sound?"

"I wasn't really thinking of watching T.V. when I asked you to come over," he said sheepishly, taking the mute off . "My mind is everywhere and nowhere at the same time."

"What were you thinking of?" she asked, turning her head to look at him more clearly.

Taking this opportunity, he caught her lips with his, kissing her softly but strongly. Using his arm that he had wrapped around her shoulders, he brought her closer. He turned to make the position a bit less awkward for them; he could feel the pull in his lower back, and that wouldn't be good after about five minutes.

The sound of someone clearing her throat interrupted them. Pulling away slowly, they looked at the young adult who stood at the bottom of the stairs, her hands on her hips, a mixed expression of amusement and disgust written all over her face.

"Mind turning that down a bit? The walls here are like paper and I can hear that crystal clear. I'm trying to work on an essay," she reasoned. Still, her eyebrows were raised, and soft smirk on her face. "I didn't mean to disrupt you two, though."

"Yeah, yeah," Danny sighed impatiently, eager to get back to Sam. Grabbing the remote, he turned the volume down significantly. "Better?"

"Much. Thanks, little bro," she said, heading back up to her room.

Turning back to his girlfriend, he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, "So, where were we?"

"I think we were right..." she trailed off with an impish smile, initiating the kiss this time around. Dauntlessly, she parted her lips and slid her tongue into his mouth, beginning the never-ending battle of dominance. Danny brought his hand to rest at her waist, then moved it to hold onto her hip for balance. As the kiss grew more intense, he slowly crept a hand underneath her shirt, finding himself blissfully aware of her silky smooth skin of her abdomen against his fingertips.

"Hey, Danny, have you seen the–" Jack Fenton rose his eyebrows at the scene in front of him, then chuckled as they sprung apart at the sound of his voice. "–cookies?" he lamely finished, his amusement towards his son and his girlfriend more evident on his face than his apparent need for cookies.

"Uh," Danny cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Looking around the room, anywhere but where his father was, he continued, "did you try the cabinet next to the refrigerator?"

He chuckled, heading in the direction of the kitchen, "No, not yet. Don't let your mother see you doing that, though. You know how she is."

Danny and Sam shared a confused, wide-eyed look with one another, then decided to cool it for the time being. They sat in silence for a good five minutes, watching T.V., but it just wasn't enough of a distraction. Standing suddenly, Danny grabbed Sam's hand and pulled her up from the couch. "Let's go to my room," he said, wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk, cluing her in on what they would continue to do upstairs.

"Lead the way," she replied. Taking a quick detour, they headed for the kitchen. She noticed that his mother was in there.

"Door open," she commanded off-hand to her son, grabbing a glass of water for herself and took a sip while walking back down in the direction of the lab.

Danny rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of cookies and taking off, with Sam in tow, to his bedroom. Once safely inside, the door was immediately shut–though quietly.

They smiled at one another, glad to finally be alone. Danny set down the cookies he had in his hands, making sure to take a bite out of one before he had done so. After brushing the excess crumbs on his pants, he wrapped his arms around Sam's waist, pulling her to him. His gaze dropped as he felt their lower bodies touch; the feeling of having her so close to him still drove him mad. Moving against him only slightly, she smiled. Licking her lips, she dove for the kill, attacking his lips fiercely, forcing her tongue into his mouth as he reciprocated immediately.

His hands directly strayed to their previous resting place, resting just beneath the swell of her chest. Growing more adventurous, he brought his hands higher and cupped her breasts, caressing each with his thumbs. She shuddered at the contact, moaning into the kiss. Her hands had strayed to the hem of his shirt and slipped underneath. With a bit of pressure, she raked her nails down his toned chest, receiving a deep moan in reply to her actions.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed wet kisses down her jaw line, down to her neck. Finding a spot that he was pleasant with, he kissed, nipped, and sucked on her neck. Keeping her eyes closed, she mewled in satisfaction, running a hand through his hair. Grabbing a fistful of his ebony locks, she pulled his head up and crashed her lips to his. Pulling her hands from the inside of his shirt, she took hold of it and pulled him in the direction of his bed.

When the backs of her knees met the edge of his bed, she leaned back, bringing him down with her. Removing his hands from underneath her shirt just in time, he propped himself up without breaking the kiss. He crawled more onto the bed as she moved herself backwards to fully be on the bed. With his legs on both sides of her, he leaned closer to her, completely swept up in her kisses, her touches.

"Did you think I was kidding when I said the walls were paper thin?" Jazz asked wryly as she stood in the doorway, an eyebrow raised at the two of them going at it on his bed.

Groaning rather loudly at his sister's voice interrupting the sordid fantasies dancing around in his mind, as well as his girlfriend's lips on his own, he got up off of the bed and walked over to his sister. "What did I say about staying in your room?"

Her eyebrows furrowed and she scoffed at his attitude, "Excuse me, but I am not taking orders from you. I just said that to shut you up."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, glancing to the bed to see Sam readjusting herself. "To shut me up?"

"Yeah," she smirked, knowing he couldn't do anything about it.

Taking a cookie from his desk by the door, he pushed it in his sister's mouth and shut the door in her face, making sure to lock the door this time. Nearly sprinting over to Sam, he pounced, bouncing the bed with his quick, jolting movement. They laughed, rolling around in his bed, their hands wandering all over each other.

Suddenly, a shrill cry rang in their ears from right outside the door: "Mom! Danny slammed the door in my face!"

They groaned softly in unison, looking disappointingly at each other, mourning the loss of privacy. After about a minute of pondering, Danny perked up at his ingenious thought. All of a sudden, he said, "How about your house?"

"Good idea."

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-A