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Oh, and if she's gonna' kill him… You gotta' keep reading to find out! Although I already have the whole thing plotted inside my disturbed and mad head…. Heh… O.o

This A/N is extremely short (or at least, by my standards) and so is the chappie, AND I HOPE YOU FORGIVE ME (and not throw me rotten fruit and mashed potatoes) but I'm doing this while my mother isn't lookin', 'cuz I'm grounded…. Gah! Damn you, highschool!

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Never Mess With A Girl's Heart

The Rise of The Evil Cheerleaders – Part II (I'll quit putting the number of the chapter… I keep losing count!)

Sam and Danny peeked over a trash bin and looked around. Hum… Things were suspiciously quiet…

As quietly as they could, they made their way over to an abandoned truck and climbed inside. At least, if the zombies came back, they would be safe for a while before they got inside and tried to eat their brains.

"Where is everybody?" Sam asked in a whisper, grabbing onto Danny's muscular arm in a frightened way. Not that she was really frightened; she just wanted an excuse to touch him. And if by acting scared she would get a hug or anything like that, then scared she would be. Yay for her.

Danny frowned.

"I don't know. I mean, both humans and those… cheerleader-zombie-things… are gone. And so are Allison and Tucker. Do you think they're OK?" He asked in the same hushed voice.

Sam shrugged, acting like she was scared but trying to act strong. We all know how much of a great actress she is.

"I suppose they're as good as two people in the middle of a cheerleader-zombie-thing-y attack can be, don't you think? I mean, we made it out alright, so who tells us they didn't escape them, too?" She pretended she was trying to sound nonchalant, but made her voice break a little in the end, knowing that Danny would try and comfort her. Hey, they were in the middle of a zombie attack, but who said she couldn't use it to her pleasure? Hah. Smart and good-looking, that's what she was. Wow, now her mind was sounding like a snobbish brat… Oh, well. She would have to take care of it later.

As predicted, Danny pushed her into an one-arm type of hug. Figures. With a smirk, she started to influence his feelings, noticing with pleasure that even in a life-death situation, he still lusted after her.

Danny looked at her, as she intended, and saw a pretty girl looking at him with dark, passionate eyes and her lips slightly parted, as if begging to be kissed. And who was he to deny the desires of such an innocent-looking girl?

Congratulations, Miss Elektra. You just won the award of the best-actress-and-liar in the three dimensions.

Their lips met slowly at first, gaining intensity with each second they spend together.

They met each other, each part at a different time.

Lips.

Electricity shot through them, like they were water and contact was a hairdryer that fell into it, spreading the electric shocks in every place they touched.

Tongue.

Danny sucked in her lower lip, making her gasp, and sliding quickly his tongue inside her mouth, rubbing it against hers in a choreographed dance, fighting to see who could make the other moan more. It was a hopeless battle, where they both know they were doomed to lose.

Hands.

Roaming all over each other, rough and calloused hands, hard from fighting, were gentle and passionate against her soft, silky skin, grasping her back and her legs, pulling her closer to him. Sam's hands were soft, yet strong and demanding, pulling him closer by his hair and back, while he did all those wonderful things with his mouth and tongue, making her gasp and moan and shudder against him.

Bodies.

Both of them pressed together, as if physical distance caused them pain, the dancing pleasure of fingers, tongues and lips making them grind their lower bodies together in the pumping beat of their heartbeats.

And in their passion, none of them noticed the trash bin from where they peeked behind opening, nor did they noticed two satisfied smirks in the faces of the two persons that were hidden inside. Sam had her ways to get what she wanted, they were sure.

After all, Tucker mused, if she could have a full make-out session in the middle of a zombie attack when their friends could be in danger (not that he minded – everything to get those two together, and it wasn't everyday he got in a tight place with a pretty girl, never mind the smell of said place), he was sure that Sam would have Danny wrapped around her finger in a matter of time, if this kept up. And boy, when Sam wanted something, she was sure to get it. His money was on her.

While happy for them, the water nymph frowned. She just hoped Elektra knew that if she went along with the plan, another heartbreak was certain.

Ohhh…. DxS-ness! My favorite! SQWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Soooo, making-out while zombies are wandering around, Miss Elektra? Tsk, tsk… You naughty girl… Nevermind, I'd do the same… Heh..

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