Author's Note: Sorry about the chapter coming out later than expected! A big thank you to SinisterSircusQueen and CookiesxMilkEXCITEMe for reviewing to both my chapters!
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom was created by Butch Hartman and thus falls under his copy write. I hold no claims to the cartoon. This story line was inspired by Frodo01228's story The Unborn so credit goes to her for the originality of the plot.
Sam nervously reaches over and grasps Danny's hand. She looks over at him and notices him looking at her. A blush crosses both their cheeks and they glance away.
Their relationship had been like this for the past 2 days. Still so new, each simple gesture meant only for each other. This was nothing like their "fake-out-make-outs" throughout high school used as a distraction. Both are still shy and nervous to show this kind of affection. Honest affection. They didn't show much, just simple hand holding when watching a movie or TV, Sam had given him a quick hug when Danny woke up but that was it.
Speaking of TV, Tucker changes the channel again.
"Ugh, Tucker! Make up your mind!" Sam grouches.
"There's nothing on!" He cries back, sending her a quick glare.
"There are 1500 channels including stations from the UK and France, how can you not find something to watch."
"Easy…" Tucker changes the channel again only to freeze after a few words ring out loud and clear through the speakers.
"-ince the night of May 26th." A blonde newswoman attempting to look dismayed says. A picture of the three of them in their graduation gowns is in the top right corner of the screen. "The Mansons have offered a twenty thousand dollar reward for any tips that aid in the investigation, five hundred thousand dollars for the tip that leads to their finding and one million dollars for their safe return. They also state they are willing to do any negotiations. Police have no definite evidence that there was a kidnapping, but the Foleys, Fentons, and Mansons all venomously argue that there is no other explanation for their sudden disappearance. Police continue a heavy investigation for the three since human crimes are extremely uncommon in paranormal Amity Park. The lead detective gave a statement this morning saying and I quote 'The largest team in Amity Park history has been assembled for this investigation. Every tip is being looked into and any information regarding their disappearance should be phoned in to the local police station at 573-555-8097.'" The phone number appears under the picture of them. "Once again, eighteen year olds Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton and Sam Manson disappeared one week ago and there has been no significant leads in the investigation so all viewers with any infor-" Tucker turns the TV off.
Silence envelops the room.
"Damn we're worth a million dollars!" Tucker says with a big smile. Danny and Sam give him a look.
"Correction, Sam is worth a million dollars. We're just tagged on there because we're missing too and everyone assumes we're together. Besides, only her parents could afford that kind of reward."
"True, and it's not like anyone will get it. I mean, we're going to walk ourselves home anyways." Tucker says with a shrug
"Let's not talk about that…" Danny and Tucker look over at Sam to see her looking down at her knees.
"Sam?"
"I don't want to talk about it…I mean, we're going to go home at some point but picturing showing up on the door step and telling my parents I'm pregnant isn't something I want to think about right now…"
Danny freezes, he hadn't thought about that part. He groans and puts his head in his free hand. What would his parents think? Of course he'd tell them Vlad was behind it all. Would they believe him? Sure his mom does care for him anymore and finds him creepy since the "trip" Vlad had planned for them that lead to his cabin over three years ago. His dad still thinks he's his best friend though. Danny had never given him any reason not to believe him. After being missing for God knows how long anyone may be willing to take any explanation for their disappearance, right? Danny thinks for a moment before shaking his head. With how many people think he and Sam were a couple before everything he's sure they all think they ran off to elope.
"I didn't think of that…" Tucker says to his friends.
"Neither did I…"
"Like I said, can we please not talk about that." Sam gets up, Danny's hand still griping hers even though she had let go. He looks up to her with an apologetic and mournful look. Even though he hadn't voiced it, she knows what he is thinking; it's going to happen and that he's sorry. "I'm going to take a bath…" Sam mumbles, suddenly in the need of something therapeutic.
Danny's hand loosens its hold for her to leave. He watches her form retreat into the bathroom and even then stares at the door until he hears the groan of water gushing out of the tap.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Sam slips her black panties off, kicking them carelessly behind her. She had dumped enough bubbles and scented oils to make the room smell and look like a spa. Sticking her hand through a mountain of suds, she shuts the water off and climbs in.
As soon as the warm water hits her skin she feels instant relief. She slips in down to her chin and leans against the side. She blows a few bubbles out of her way. Girly and uncharacteristic, yes, but Sam doesn't' mind, it works. Watching a few wisps of steam her mind starts to wander. She had been forcing herself not to think of the circumstances. Denial though, was finally starting to waver. It wasn't so much that she didn't believe that they were really held captive in this basement, but that the only way out was doing as commanded. She had been counting on Danny's powers to be able to save them like they always did. This time though, there's no chance of it happening.
Sam sinks down further and submerges up to her nose. Sure she'd thought about what it would be like to be a couple with Danny plenty of times. Having had a crush on him since freshman year of high school it was common for her to imagine that. Nothing had ever really happened over the years, at least not out of the norm. Their fake-out make-outs still held to be a constant though.
Sam blushes at that. Their fake-out-make-outs have always been her favorite memories. The feeling of being pressed up against him, his muscles taunt, his arms around her waist….and his lips…his lips were so soft and gentle. Even in their panic of smashing them together, his lips were still tender against hers. The oddest feeling was of them going from ice cold to warm in an instant when he changed, but at the same time it was…exciting was probably the best word. In those moments, time seemed to slow down. As soon as they knew they needed a cover for Danny to change back, they hid somewhere and instantly their lips were together. Sam always took charge for some reason. Maybe it was because she had started the whole thing. She would pin him against the tree, grass, building wall, whatever they were leaning against and begin moving her lips against his. As soon as she moved, that was Danny's cue to change. His cold body would instantly turn warm, eyes from green to blue and the moment would heat up too. His arms would wrap around her waist and hers would wrap around his neck. And that was the moment whomever they were hiding from would find them.
Sam's blush had intensified at the vivid memories.
But that's not all they have to do to escape…She sighs and a tuft of bubbles jumps into the air. Sure she'd thought about it a few times, but knowing it'll happen in the near future…Sam let's out a breath she didn't know she was holding. The thought of doing that with Danny though, makes it seem so much easier to do. Growing up together, knowing almost every intimate detail about each other, knowing what the other is thinking, putting each other's needs before their own, in all honesty, the only difference between their relationship and that of a real couple's is the physical aspects.
Sam looks down with a frown. She can clearly see her body through the pink tinted water. Danny has never scene her naked before, would he still find her attractive? She'd never been big busted, not like Paulina. In her opinion she was in the below average group on that. Same for her waist and hips. Her body is petite with only a few curves. Sam groans. Her body was that of a runner, lithe and nimble. She'd never complained before, in fact, she adored her body and it's perfection for ghost fighting. She could out run almost anything, zigzag out of shots with ease and bound over obstacles like a rabbit. Now though, she wishes she had a physique similar to Paulina or at least Star. Sam shudders at that.
Realizing how girly she's been, Sam decides to get out. Having sat in there long enough for her mountain of suds to melt into a few islands and the water to become chilly, Sam decides it's time to balance out her uncharacteristic moment with normal goth things such as an Edgar Allen Poe book.
She climbs out and an avalanche of water follows her onto the stone floor. She dries off with a fluffy black towel before wrapping a matching bathrobe around her. Vlad had obviously chosen certain colors for each of them to designate who's is who's. All of Sam's items obviously were black. Danny's color is a light blue and Tucker's is red.
Sam steps out into the living area to find Danny and Tucker very animantly fighting each other in a racing game. Danny is leaning to the side as his character in red overalls goes around a turn and yelling at said character to go faster while Tucker has his controller up in the air chanting "yes, yes! YES!" As a red shell shoots from his character wearing a mushroom hat and hits Danny's. Danny swears and throws the controller to the floor.
"You always get the good weapons…" He grouches.
"Don't be such a poor sport dude!" Tucker playfully shoves Danny who only keeps his look until he notices Sam. His jaw drops open enough to catch flies.
Her robe is as black as her hair and reaches just above her knees. The material is a light cotton, flowing gently over her frame. The belt accents her waist while the deep V shows off her pale skin and a section of cleavage. Danny blushes a brilliant red upon noticing it. Her hair is still soaking wet. It hangs in clumps just brushing the shoulders of the robe and dripping into the dark material. Her make-up is gone. Purple lipstick no longer adorns her plump lips and heavy black eye-liner had melted away.
Yet Danny believes he's never seen someone more beautiful than the woman before him
"Danny?" Sam begins blushing herself. "A-are you ok?"
Danny's eyes lock on to hers and without thinking says "You look beautiful."
Sam's blush intensifies. Ducking her head and grasping her right elbow in her embarrassed gesture, she smiles. Now it's Danny's turn to be embarrassed. He ducks his head and sinks further into the cushions of the couch.
Tucker just smirks at everyone with a knowing look.
The day continues on with no other events worthy of remembering. Mindless TV, video games, reading a mythology book on Sam's part, browsing upgrades for his PDA on the computer for Tucker, more TV, dinner of a vegiterian stew that Sam made and even Tucker ate without complaint and a movie is all the day consists of. However, as soon as everyone decided it was time for bed, things changed.
Tucker puts the popcorn bowl in the kitchen with a clang. "Night everyone," he mutters through a big yawn.
"Night Tuck."
"Night Tucker." Sam get's up from the couch and walks to the door of the bedroom. She stops for a moment as anxiety bubbles up within her. Grasping at a second of courage, she turns to face Danny and blurts out "You don't have to sleep there."
Danny looks up from the couch, his hand paused in the motion of pulling a blanket up. "What?" His expression is of extreme confusion. One brow lifted, head tilted to the side, it's almost comical. Almost, Sam is too nervous to laugh.
"I-I mean you can stay in the bedroom….with me…" She ducks her head slightly, looking up at him through her bangs.
Danny blushes slightly but a giant smile works its way across his face. Dropping the covers he almost bounds up to Sam. Grasping her small hand in his, he leads them into the bedroom. Sam smiles just as widely.
Both had donned their pajamas for the movie so they climbed right into bed. Danny slips in on the left side of the bed while Sam claims the right. Both face each other in silence, waiting for the other to break it.
"Thanks Sam." Danny whispers.
Sam blushes. "No problem, it was always your bed too though."
"Yeah, but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."
She shrugs. "I guess that's true. I'm fine with it now though." Sam rolls over and sits up to turn off the lamp on the bed side table. Facing him she notices his blue eyes still hold a slight glow in the dark room. She smiles. "Night Danny, sleep well." She closes her eyes, more comfortable and feeling more safe now over the past week.
Danny smiles and closes his eyes. "Night Sam."
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Danny wakes up before Sam. He opens his eyes and yawns widely. Looking around he sees Sam curled up on her side facing him. Her lips are parted slightly, her right arm hooked under the pillow with the other arm holding it against her cheek. Her breathing is slow and even in her deep sleep. Her chest rises and falls in a gentle rhythm that Danny is slightly hypnotized by. She had slept in a black tank top and black and white plaid bottoms. The blanket had slipped down to her hips and exposed her flat belly with the tank top ridden up to her bust. Danny blushes when he notices and pulls the blanket up to her shoulder. He notices her black hair fanned out over the black pillow save for one stray lock resting on her cheek. He brushes it back in place with the other with the pad of his thumb. Unable to resist, he brushes his fingers down the edge her cheek, past her ear, down her jaw and to her chin. Her soft skin amazes him. She shudders beneath his touch and he whips his hand back, afraid of waking her. He pauses for a minute, watching her breathing in hopes that she gives some indication of still being asleep. Her breathing remains steady and slow and he sighs in relief.
Never had he felt so peaceful and content. As if waking up and seeing her peaceful face made all the bad things going on just melt away. He smiles from his spot on the bed at her. Never had anyone made him feel like this. Sure he'd always been attracted to Paulina, but she never made him feel this happy, this peaceful. Even when she gave him her attention for however short of an amount of time, he only felt the buzz of hormones.
Danny gives a soft groan of irritation when he feels the pains of nature calling. He sits up and slowly rolls out of bed as to not jostle the bed and wake Sam. He walks towards the door and slowly opens the door before closing it silently behind him.
At the sound of the click of the door shutting, Sam opens her eyes. A smile crosses her lips and she brings a hand to her cheek, the places his fingers had brushed against her still tingling. Her stomach had been doing flip-flops the whole time he was touching her, her body begging for more of the intoxicating gesture. Sam sinks further into her pillow, still reveling in her happiness.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is a little short, I didn't want to rush the fluff so it ended up making the entire chapter less then what I wanted :( Thanks for reading! All reviews are read and each is greatly appreciated, so please please send some! Again thank you!
Love, MiLou