A/N: Alright, the previous one was a bit unclear so a little explanation: Danny's got a new power (fire) and has trouble controlling it, especially when he's angry. So he started that fire unintentionally.
About this one: Fluff!
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
2. Love
Sam put down the heavy bucket in the grass, sweating and panting and looked up the hill. The sun was shining mercilessly down on it and now that she looked at it from below, it seemed much steeper than before. And she needed to go all the way up, to where the trees began and the shade.
"He'd better appreciate this," she grumbled to herself and then smiled when she thought about the look on his face when she...
She picked up her bucket full of water and started hauling again. Step, step, step, put it down, take it in the other hand, step, step, step. It was taking forever this way and she spilled a lot of it, but she kept going. She had borrowed the bucket from the ice cream vendor and had filled at the fountain in the park. But now she had to go all the way up. Her legs and feet were getting wet from the water that splashed out of the bucket as it bounced painfully against her shins.
Five minutes later she put the bucket down again and sat down with a thump next to it. This was just way too much trouble, she thought, she should just have gotten the ice cream. She leaned over, cupped some water in her hands and splashed it in her face. This was nice. Maybe even better than ice cream. She looked up and down the slope again and saw that she was already half way there.
"Come on Sam," she muttered to herself as she got up, "If he comes looking for you it'll take all the fun out of it."
She grinned wickedly and started hauling once again, up the hill, closing in on the trees almost at the top. She could see him already, still laying in the grass, his black hair in his face. He was in the shade, but still sweat was trickling down his forehead and his face was flushed. He had rolled the sleeves of his t-shirt up as high as he could. He didn't see her because his eyes were closed and she wondered if he was sleeping.
She put the bucket down when she was only two yards away from him.
"Danny?"
If he was asleep she didn't want to wake him, she knew he got way to little of it.
"Hmmm?" he said, without opening his eyes.
She grinned, picked up the bucket and yelled "Catch!" as she threw it at him, soaking him instantly.
"Gyaah!" he yelled and jumped to his feet.
His hair, his face and most of his t-shirt was dripping water and he wiped his hair out of his face to stare at her.
"What was that for?"
"You were hot," Sam said sweetly, stepping closer to examine him, "And I got a little tired of your complaints. I told you I'd get you something."
"I thought you went to get ice cream?"
"I did. But then I met my friend Mr Bucket here." She smiled at him, "You know, you look even hotter this way..."
She stared pointedly at his t-shirt that was now hugging his chest, took another step and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up in his face. He was at least four inches taller than she was these days.
"You know I love you don't you?" she asked and he brought his face down to kiss her.
"Yeah," he said, his lips brushing hers, "You just have a weird way of showing it..."
