Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that. All of that amazing creative talent goes to Butch Hartman. Nickelodeon just sucks, I'm sorry (no, I'm not).

Author's Note: Since these are just going to be drabbles, this challenge will be updated sporadically, with no set limit or deadline. They'll generally be one page long or however the hell long I feel like writing something. This challenge is for 25(underscore)foods, and there are a various array of foods to choose from, so this challenge will be nothing less than interesting. I hope you enjoy, and I hope that you continue to come back for more!

This one's a bit smuttier! ;)

013: Peanut Butter

Rating: PG-13

Theme: 017. Peanut Butter (Crunchy or Smooth)

March 20, 2008

Trying, and failing, to get the peanut butter off of the roof of her mouth was proving to be an amusing sight for her boyfriend. Rolling her eyes in response to his manly giggling, she did what she had to do. Plus, this could wind up being pretty interesting.

"Oops," she grinned as she pretended to slip and spread peanut butter on his cheek. "Here, let me get that for you." She first kissed his cheek and then licked her lips. "Mmm, delicious," she smiled as she licked the remainder off of his cheek. "I think I could eat like this more often."

"I'm going to have to take a shower after this, aren't I?"

"Possibly. Depends on how far I spread this peanut butter on you. I have thiswhole jar, I wonder where exactly it could go on places I could lick off. Depends on how hungry I am, too," she reasoned, pretending to think through every step of her 'project.'

He swallowed.

"How hungry are you?"

"Really hungry," she responded, just as if she hadn't eaten in days. She loved being a tease.

He couldn't help but shiver at what her words implied.

"But," she started in a tone mocking sadness, "I wouldn't want to get your clothes all dirty. Is there a way we could..."

She had never seen him take off his clothes so quickly in her life.

"...deal with that?" she finished her sentence lamely–and slightly in awe–at her boyfriend.

"Dealt."

"I can see," she replied, snapping out of her daze. "Well–"

"However," he cut in forcefully with a devious smirk, jumping on the proverbial wagon of being a tease, "what would happen if I got hungry? I wouldn't want to eat peanut butter off of myself, you know."

"Hmm," she pretended to think, a thoughtful expression on her face. "That could pose as a problem. Do you have anything to suggest?"

Within the blink of an eye, his hand was on her shoulder, pushing down the strap of her tank top along the side of her arm, repeating the action of the other strap. "Now, allow me..." he said suavely as he tugged the tank top over her head. Looking at his 'canvas', so to speak, he smiled. "Well, I have more room to paint, but... I have a feeling this picture is going to be pretty big."

"How big?" she asked.

"Very big," he grinned in response to her question. "It's going to be a long process, too. I hope you can endure it."

"Oh, I know I can. I have a high tolerance for... well, anything. I put up with a lot of crap, don't you know," she smirked evilly at him, and he grinned back.

"That's what I like to hear–you know, minus the putting up with a lot of shit part, but we'll get back to that later when it doesn't hurt to wear boxers, yes?"

"Yes," she breathed, pulling him closer into a searing kiss. Breaking the kiss ever-so-swiftly, she dipped a finger into the jar of peanut butter and brought the digit to smear the substance along his lips before kissing him again. She broke the kiss only to lick her lips before diving in again.

"Too much clothes," he mumbled against her lips as he unclasped her strapless bra and tossed it to an unknown location. He praised that strapless bra; no straps to trip him up and delay time.

The next thing she knew, she was lying in her underwear with Danny grinning like a kid in a candy store who had realized he could get anything he wanted. With the jar in his hands, he dipped his finger in and proceeded to write his name along her stomach. She giggled at the cold sensation of the peanut butter but couldn't help but gaze at him lovingly with half-lidded eyes.

Only he would do this for her–she adored his playful side and reveled in it.

Her eyes slid shut, however, when he felt his tongue follow the letters of his name. She let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"I thought I was supposed to be the one eating peanut butter?" she asked, chuckling at how the tables had turned.

"Shhh. Artist at work," he smirked, moving to her inner thighs.