Author's Note: I know I skipped the deadline I posted on my profile but I hope this long chapter helps make up for it. I worked on this lemon really hard because I have never written one. Please let me know how I did! Thank you and enjoy!

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.

He was addicted. From the moment it had all began he knew he would be permanently hooked. The sweet smell of her, the softness of her skin, every moan, every sigh, everything drew him in like a drug, consuming his senses to bring him deeper and deeper into ecstasy he had never known before.

Nothing had prepared him for this, nothing had even lead him to think they'd end up like this. Virginity aside, he is still nervous, wanting to do nothing more then please her, to show her how much he cares about her with every moment during this union.

They hadn't planned on this happening. Even after Sam's nightmare they were too nervous to do anything but hold hands. That is until Vlad had visited.

They were watching a movie when they hear the horrible noise, the sound of footsteps above them. They follow each invisible step with their eyes on the ceiling. The sound of floorboards creaking, the slow two-tone of expensive shoes makes their hearts beat each time because in the silence between them, they stop. Finally, the sounds halt just above them. They hold their breath, praying it won't happen.

But it does happen.

Vlad melts through the floor flawlessly. He hovers a foot above the tan colored carpet for a second before dropping down. He flashes a wicked grin at them, his pearl white teeth gleaming in the dim light.

Danny almost growls at the ghost before him. Sam is leaning against him still from the position they were in during the movie. She snakes her hand behind Danny's back to lace their fingers together. He gives a soft squeeze to reassure her everything will be ok. After her nightmare though, she feels only a dreaded sense of déjà vu.

"So," his voice reverberates throughout the room, snuffing the forgotten sounds of the movie behind him. "How are you three doing here? Sorry I didn't visit sooner, business to attend to, people to see, I'm still a very important man in these parts you see." He begins to walk around, as if examining their confines. A pile of dirty clothes sit in a corner in need of being sent up to be washed, blankets and pillows are scattered about the room and it doesn't take a keen sense of smell to notice that there's an abundance of dirty dishes in the kitchen.

All three watch them from guarded positions on the couch. Tucker's fists are clenched and Danny still holds a position in front of Sam. A genius isn't needed to know he's fighting a personal battle too. His eyes are flickering between blue and green. The boxes attached to their ankles are humming gently in response, threatening to activate if Danny doesn't comply with the rules. Danny growls softly in frustration. Every fiber of his being wants to fight, to protect his friends but he knows there's nothing he can do.

Vlad looks back at the three

"For three teenagers, I'd have to say that you all have done rather well. You've even been following the rules save for once the other day." Vlad looks at Danny. "Find my little warning convenient?"

Danny just glares at him.

"That's just a sample of what those lovely black boxes can do, so don't doubt that they can actually do some damage." Vlad flashes a wicked grin. "I do grow impatient though, I'd like to have a son by the time next summer rolls around. Have you two even attempted to give me him?" Sam and Danny's faces burst into a brilliant red but they hold their glares. "I'll take that as a no." Vlad gives a mock disappointed sigh. "So sad, here I thought you'd be anxious to get out of here. Not like I've stuck you three into a dungeon, this is spectacular in my taste. It was my panic room you see. It's your choice though on how long you want to stay down here. Well, not so much a call to your friend though." This time Vlad looks at Tucker. By the way his tone has changed they know he's playing at a new angle to egg them into compliance. "Quite cruel don't you think? They're keeping you cooped up down here and tortured just because they're too stubborn to comply. Terrible friends don't you think?" Vlad turns away from them. "By the way," Vlad looks over his shoulder at them. "Your parents have been on the news several times now. Last I saw the search for missing persons was called off and they're looking for bodies. Terrible really, I think you three just crushed your parents' hearts and made them loose hope on getting their children back, especially you Miss Samantha. Heiress to the Manson fortune, the only child, very sad indeed." Vlad turns intangible. "I guess I should be going now, lovely chit chat, we should do it again soon. Toodles!" Vlad floats up and through the ceiling.

Sam stares at the place in the ceiling where Vlad had disappeared. In just a matter of minutes Vlad had completely broken her. He had just confirmed her fears and called her out about Tucker. Everything that had been bothering her may as well have been hand written and given to Vlad by the way he so eloquently crushed her.

Unsure of what else to do she cries out in frustration, startling Danny and Tucker. At that moment though, she decides she's done. Done being scared, done torturing herself and everyone else. Done living in this hell.

She knows what has to be done.

She jumps off the couch and grabs Danny's wrist. Without a word she begins dragging him towards their room. She feels him stumble a few times. He tries talking too, but only a few stutters of syllables make it through. As soon as she closes the door she pounces.

Danny can feel that there is no love in her kiss, just blind determination. Her lips are moving fierily and with a rhythm, almost robotic. Her fingers loop around his neck to pull herself closer. Although it does excite him to feel her so close, the lack of emotion bothers him. He pushes her away gently. Her hands are still wrapped around his neck but he manages to look her in the eyes.

"Sam this is wrong." He whispers.

Sam leans in again and kisses him on the lips, ignoring what he had said. She begins tracing light kisses along his jaw and up to his weakness, his ears. She runs her tongue along the edge with the tip of her tongue earning a shutter from him. She then goes for the kill and nibbles on his ear lobe.

Danny can feel himself slipping. Her soft lips, her sweet breathe brushing against his ears, the nibbles, her fingers tangling themselves into his hair, pure bliss. She drops a hand from his shoulder to snake up the inside of his shirt. Her nails run up and down his sides causing him to shudder again. She returns to his mouth and slips her tongue past his open lips. Falling, every sense is alive but his mind is fading. The smell, the taste, the touch, the sounds she makes and how Sam looks in his arms, all of her and only for him.

Suddenly he hits a mental wall and he grasps both her wrists.

"Sam. Stop." His tone is deadpan.

She finally stops and looks at him. She looks…sad.

"S-Sam?" Danny stutters, taken aback.

She looks down and drops her hands. "I just want to go home." She mumbles.

That hits Danny hard and he suddenly feels guilty about stopping her. He grasps her hands in his and pulls them to his chest. "I do too Sam, but I'm not pushing this. We can wait as long as you want."

"That's the thing, I don't want to wait anymore."

Danny looks into her amethyst eyes, searching for any doubt. He finds nothing though. He knows Sam too, as soon as she's made a decision, it's final.

"Why?" It's the only thing he can think to say.

Sam gives a sad smile. "Because you're my best friend and slowly becoming something more. Even if we weren't a couple I'd still want my first time to be with you. You'd treat me well and not just be looking for a release." Danny blushes a bit at that. "I know you're not experienced either, so we can learn with each other. I know our reasons for doing this aren't pure, but that's ok. Since when have we been conventional or done anything normal? I mean, you are half ghost and fight the full ones. I'm a vegan goth who helps you. We aren't normal, so maybe this is how it's supposed to be for us."

Danny leans in for a tender, wanton kiss. Slow and savory. He cups her cheek and feels her melt into his touch. She's right. Every word she had spoken was true. Maybe their future will always be like this. Nothing had ever been normal for them, so why should this be any different? He tries to convey every ounce of understanding and comfort in the kiss. It seems to work judging by how she melts into his arms, pressing her cheek into his palm.

Danny takes the lead for once and slips his tongue past her lips. Sam tentatively moves hers to meet his when suddenly he gets and idea. He rolls his tongue and instantly Sam moans. Danny sends a silent thank you to two years of Spanish class. He moves his hands to hold her by the small of her back. Sam leans forward so she's flush against him. Danny shudders. He can feel her breasts pressed against his chest through her tank top. Not wanting to move too quickly and simply savor every moment, Danny tries what Sam had been doing. He moves one hand to just under her top and runs his nails gently down her side. She mumbles a soft moan against his lips. Feeling braver, Danny moves his other hand behind her neck to pull her closer and into a deeper kiss while the other hand continues to move up and down her side.

Their tender kissing continues until Sam breaks the contact to look up at him. She smiles and grasps the hand on her side. She laces their fingers together and leads him to the bed. Danny does a nearly audible gulp as Sam sits on the edge. She pulls him closer and Danny finds himself positioned between her legs. A blush runs across his cheeks from the new level of intimacy.

Sam notices his hesitation and gives him a chaste kiss.

"It's ok Danny, I'm nervous too."

That seems to have eased his nerves because he leans forward to kiss her back, this time with need. His kiss is rougher, pushy and Sam immediately joins in. She slips her hands up his baggy shirt to run her fingers over his washboard abs. Danny had never been ripped, but the years of ghost fighting had made his muscles more defined. Danny leans forward, pushing Sam down onto the bed. He leans against one arm while the other returns to her side. He seems intent on learning every curve of her body. He runs his fingers from her slender shoulder, down her ribs eliciting a soft ticklish giggle from her, down the valley of her waist to the delicate swell of her hips, every rise and fall of her body is mesmerizing to him. Even with only a small amount of skin at her belly showing he knows she has the most beautiful body in the world.

Sam grasps the hem of his shirt with both hands and brings it up to his shoulders. Danny get's the message and sits up. She pulls the shirt off and casts it somewhere behind her. She simply sits and stares at him for a second. Only a small amount of thin black hair runs from his navel down to and beyond the hem of his jeans. She knows he's self-conscious about his lack of body hair. In all honesty though, she isn't a fan of hairy guys anyways. She takes her fingers and runs them from the little trail up to his navel, up the crease of his abs, between his pecks and rests her hand on his shoulder. She gives him a soft smile that he returns.

He's caught off guard when she throws him onto his back. He lies there staring at the ceiling wondering what had just happened when suddenly he moans. Sam had placed herself so she is straddling his hips and is kissing his chest. Light as a feather touches of her lips dot his chest, abdomen and shoulders. Each spot leaves his skin burning and humming with desire, craving more of her. He holds himself back though. He let's her taunt him with her kisses, letting the moans brush past his lips every time she finds a sweet spot even he hand never known about. She traces a trail up to his collar and latches onto his neck. At first the kiss is light and teasing, but she then nibbles on the sensitive skin, Danny's eyes widen at the sensation and quickly tilts his head to give her more access. He can feel her smirking against his skin before she continues the onslaught. By the time she finishes a purple bruise as long as her thumb mars his light skin.

Danny turns and looks up at her with glazed eyes. He smiles and grasps the hem of her tank top. He waits until she nods her approval before yanking the flimsy garment from her petite body.

Angelic is the word that comes to mind.

Settled on his hips, one of the lights positioned behind her, pale skin gleaming, lips slightly swollen from his earlier onslaught, hair a mess, she's beautiful.

Her bra is white with black lace over the top of it. Little rhinestones along the top and center shimmer in the light just right to add to the seductive lingerie. It covers most of her breasts but doesn't skimp on showing off her cleavage. It isn't as though Danny hadn't been aroused from everything they had been doing, but the moment he sees her like this, his body instantly reacts. Sam blushes a bit as she feels his anatomy spring to life against her backside. She shifts a little to alleviate the pressure, but instead Danny gives a loud groan. He quickly grabs her hips and holds her back. At first she thinks she's hurt him but then she sees the look in his eyes.

He had enjoyed it.

A lot.

Sam gives an almost sadistic smirk and rocks against him gently. He doesn't hold back at all. He moans and digs his fingers into her hips, immobilized by the intense feelings of pleasure running through him. He doesn't wait long when she stops. He grabs her by the waist and pulls her to him. He kisses her, strong and demanding, wanting more. He's mindful to please her, but now that he's had a taste, he wants more.

Keeping their lips locked, her reaches behind her back and grasps onto the lacy material. They wander along the straps until her finds the clasp. He fiddles with it, trying to figure out how the simple thing works before Sam reaches a hand back and unclasps it with one hand. The garment slides down her shoulders and rests across his chest. His pride is wounded slightly but he forgets all about it when Sam leads his hand to cup her breast.

The skin is softer, silky almost. It's warmer then the rest of her too. It fits perfectly in the palm of his hand and he runs his thumb across the skin. He brushes against the sensitive nub of her nipple and it instantly hardens. Sam shudders under his touch.

He flips them over. Sam is pinned beneath him as he's settled himself between her legs. The black lace is removed and cast aside. He instantly zones in on the pink flesh marring the creamy surface of her skin. He rubs the bud between his fingers. Sam arches her back into the touch, obviously pleased. Struck by an idea, he pulls himself down and positions his mouth over the neglected breast. The moment his tongue brushes against her skin he knows he's done well. Her moan is like any before, almost carnal. He runs his tongue over the sensitive skin, sucks, and even nibbles. The sounds she making are addicting. From soft sighs to throaty moans, every noise she makes is consuming and overwhelming. Every bit that is Sam latches on to his senses and doesn't let go.

He's addicted to her right at that moment.

He abuses her flesh, playing with her. He knows he's pleasing her immensely and his pride swells when he stops for a moment to move to the other breast with his mouth only to hear her begging him not to.

Too much clothing.

Danny reaches down between them and unbuttons his jeans. He scoots out and kicks the fabric to the side. He grasps Sam's jeans with both hands poised to pop the buttons open when he looks at her. She nods and instantly the fabric is gone. That leaves only two thin pieces of fabric between them and nirvana. He hooks one finger and peels her black cotton panties away. He looks in place of them to find her sex wet, begging for him. He complies by stripping his last article of clothing away. Sam just stares. It's huge by her standing. How it had managed to hide in his spandex suit while fighting is beyond her. The hair from his stomach claims his lower regions in a thick coat of black hair. Sam stares for a minute before she looks back up at him with a smile. Taking that as a signal to continue, he kneels between her legs. He gives her a chaste kiss before pressing into her.

Ecstasy, pure ecstasy.

He wants to keep going, to maintain the feeling but he doesn't. Instead he looks at Sam to find her biting her lip and her fists clenched. He knew it would hurt her so he stops. The goth relaxes after a few moments and he presses in further. Slowly, ever so slowly he works his way in until finally he's buried firmly into her. His fists are clenched in agony. The warm wet heat around him is driving him insane. The intense pleasure is calling out to him, begging him deeper into the sensation. He holds his ground though. For Sam, only for Sam.

Without him knowing Sam takes the lead again. As soon as the pain has ebbed, she moves against him. He groans and buries his face into the crook of her shoulder. Sam shifts again, this time so he's pulled out slightly before arching back into him. This time they both moan. Danny wakes up from the pleasure-induced daze and sits up. He arches back and slams back into her. He knows he won't last long, but he bites his lip and holds back. He starts at a slow pace, sliding out slowly before slamming back into her. Simultaneously, Sam rocks her hips against him in an almost grinding fashion. The duel sensation has both of them slowly falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of ecstasy. She hooks her legs around the back of his knees, pulling herself deeper into him with every thrust.

Deeper, harder. The room is filled with heat from their naked bodies, moans and the sound of their joining of skin. It feels like a spring being wound tighter and tighter. Sam can feel herself squeezing into herself as she feels herself getting closer and closer to bottom of the abyss. Danny's brow is knitted together and his eyes are squeezed shut in concentration. He's trying so hard to keep himself from coming, wanting to hear her cry out first.

Then it happens. He feels her tighten around him, her sweaty skin grasping him desperately and she cries out his name. That one word sends him over the edge and he let's out a carnal noise as he lets the beautiful sensation take him over. He can feel her shuddering and jerking against him as she rides out her orgasm and he feels himself empty into her.

Shaking and sweaty, he collapses on top of her. He rolls over, pulling her with him so she's on top of his chest. They're both still panting, their chests rising and falling rapidly against each other. Danny moves his hand so he's running his fingers through her black locks.

Without thinking, five words pass his lips that change things forever.

"God I love you Sam."

Sam just stares at him with wide eyes.

Author's note: Please don't kill me?

Love, MiLou