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"For the last time! I was having a nightmare!" Sam was exasperated at this point. Her parents were hell bent on believing Danny had been in her room, and although they weren't far from the truth, there was no way she was revealing that to them.
"Oh really? What we heard was nothing that a nightmare should sound like." Her father crossed his arms and stared at her in disgust. Sam rolled her eyes and put her head in her hands. She was drained right now. She didn't have time for this.
"And how would you know what a nightmare would sound like?" Grandma scoffed. "It's too late to even be discussing this. Can this go on tomorrow morning, when my sleep isn't interrupted?"
"And can I get some more sleep? I had a hard enough time even getting to sleep." Sam chimed in.
"I wonder why?" Her mother said, and Sam's cheeks started to gain a red hue.
"Nonetheless, Grandma's right." Her father stood up. "Young lady we'll see you in the morning." Her parents left the living room and then it was just her and Grandma.
"Sam, dearie," Grandma said. "Is there anything you'd like to share with me? You know I won't tell your parents."
"Nothing like telling your grandma you had hardcore sex with your half a ghost boyfriend." Sam shook her head. "No Gram, but thanks for the concern, and not yelling at me."
Grandma smiled. "Of course." She got up and left the room.
Sam moved to get up but her muscles were aching and rejecting movement. She could already feel what would be the start of a million bruises and head to toe soreness.
"Need some help?" Danny floated into the room.
"What the…why are you still here?" Sam asked. Her parents could possibly be upstairs in her room ready to give her a small lecture before the end of the night.
"Because I was concerned for my girlfriend. Kill me again for showing any sympathy." He landed beside her.
"Okay one, you were never dead to begin with, you acquired ghost powers. And two, you didn't show me any sympathy 20 minutes ago, so I dunno why you're showing it now."
Danny narrowed his eyes as he lifted Sam into his arms. "If you don't watch that mouth of yours you'll learn how even more ruthless I can be."
Sam faked a shudder. "Oh Danny you scare me too much!" Danny chuckled.
He floated up to her room and made sure her parents weren't there before turning tangible again. He set her on the bed and brought the covers up to her chin. Sam yawned.
"Your eyes are still red." She noted sleepily.
"They should be gone by morning. Don't worry frowny puss." Danny leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Come see me tomorrow morning. We still need to talk." Sam said, and then shifted to her side.
Danny frowned. "Will do." He looked at her once more before flying off again into the night.
The next morning Sam awoke with, just as she predicted, aching muscles and telltale bruising along her thighs and hips. "Damn you Danny," Sam muttered. Now she was going to have to wear a longer shirt to conceal the handprint bruises on her sides.
She took a long bath and washed her hair at the same time, and afterwards she came out feeling exhausted still, but relaxed. She made her way back to her bed and just lay there, thinking over last night's events.
It annoyed her that Danny had been in control ninety percent of the time but she had to admit, he knew what he was doing. She could still feel his cold tongue darting in and out of her, and his cold breath on her clit…and how could she forget the merciless pounding he'd given her sweet spot that led to the climax of a lifetime? She couldn't. And she hoped it happened again soon.
Despite his amazing sex skills Sam still wanted to know what was up with his red eyes, or the bitchy demeanor he'd had before the sex started. Although Danny was Danny, she couldn't help but feel there was something he was hiding. And whatever it was, she was going to find out. She'd be damned if she let him get away with calling her a bitch so easily next time.
A knock sounded at her door and the next second it opened, with her mother and father casually strolling in.
"Note to self. Invest in a lock." Sam thought.
"How did you sleep last night Sam?" Her mother asked.
Sam stretched. "Pretty well last night, actually. What about you?" Sam smirked at the nasty glare her mother gave her.
"Now now, before we get ahead of ourselves like last night, why don't we just sit down and think things through rationally, eh?" Her father said. Apparently he was in a much better mood. Eh…interrupting his beauty sleep never ended good for anyone anyways.
"There's nothing to think about." Sam said, starting to dry her hair. "I had a nightmare about Danny and it was horrible. And if you don't mind I'd rather not talk about it. I'd want to forget it actually."
"Your father and I have discussed putting cameras in the house for security reasons," Pam smoothed down the front of her dress, avoiding Sam's gaze.
"Um..what for? We already have a great security system. And that's just an invasion of privacy!" Sam didn't understand why her parents had to breathe down her neck all the damn time. Just because she wasn't what they hoped she would be did not mean that trying to scare her would transform her.
"Not in the bedrooms or bathrooms, just the hallways and the living room." Jeremy said.
"Exactly where did this idea come from? You just woke up with another idea on how to waste even more money?" Sam snapped.
"We're just…concerned is all." Sam noticed Pam giving Jeremy a sideways glance.
"You guys are intolerable! Don't you trust me at all?!"
"We used to Sam…now we're not so sure." Jeremy stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned towards the door. "Breakfast is in fifteen, don't be late."
Pam stayed in the room for a few more seconds before she left also. Sam threw a book at the door as soon as it closed. She couldn't wait for the day when she could move out. The only reason why she was still around was because of her Grandma. If it weren't for her Sam would've moved out when she was twelve.
Sam sighed and leaned back in her bed, her still somewhat wet hair sticking to her face. She hoped Danny got here soon, she was starting to feel a bit bored.
She was dozing off when she felt something warm and moist pressing against her lips. She smiled. "Hi Danny," She mumbled.
"Did you sleep well?" Danny asked, sitting Indian style across from her.
"Best sleep I've gotten in three months," Sam said rather drily. She blinked twice when she saw his eyes were their normal green color.
"Your eyes…they're back to normal." She said. Danny chuckled.
"Being part ghost isn't exactly normal, Sam."
"It is for you," She got up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. "You seriously owe me ghost boy."
"And how is that so Miss Manson?" Danny muttered in between kisses.
"Let's just say surveillance around here is going to be a bit tighter. So you might not be able to come over anymore." Danny pulled back at this.
"What?" Sam sat back.
"I still couldn't convince my parents that what had happened was a dream so they're going to put cameras in the house. Hallways, living room, things like that."
"Not in your room right?"
Sam shrugged. "Who knows, maybe they will. They love changing plans and without notice."
"This shit blows. I get back and now they're going to keep you away from me?"
"Well that was what I was worried about last night but noooo you needed to hear me scream your name. All this is your fault." Sam rolled her eyes.
"Correction, I told you to scream for me. I never said anything about screaming my name." Danny grinned. He reached out for her arm and pulled her on top of him, forcing her to straddle him. "And I bet I can make you do it again."
Sam blushed and tried to push him away but he was stronger than her and held her against him.
"I'm supposed to be down at breakfast, I don't want them to come up here again."
Danny moved her hair and kissed her neck gently, right above her pulse point. Sam stayed still as he worked his magic, slowly moving down her neck and giving her a little nibble here and there along the way. "Let's test them," Danny breathed. He threw her on her back and stared at the shirt she was wearing.
"Sam you never wear long shirts. What's up with this?" He tugged on the offending article.
"You left bruises on me, excuse me if I don't want my parents to call the police or something." Danny snaked his hand under the shirt and ghosted his fingers over her stomach.
"I'd rather see them. Besides, it'll let everyone know exactly who you belong to." Danny reached under her back and unclasped her bra, then he lifted the shirt and flung both it and the bra across the room. He stared at the bruises with piqued interest, touching them gently because they were still fresh from the night before.
"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" Sam asked. His eyes snapped to hers, her vulgarity turning him on again, and his eyes turned red.
He quickly turned them both intangible, making their clothes fall off, and he brought her up so they were chest to chest. Sam leaned in and kissed him, and soon they were making out. Sam was fighting for control but Danny had the upperhand. Danny smirked at her fruitless attempts; when would she ever learn that he was the one in control?
His fingers found their way to her cunt and he slipped a finger in to find that she was already wet. Sam grinded against his finger in an attempt to get him to go in further but he held it just at her opening.
"Danny…" She whined.
"You know what to do now," Danny said, using his thumb to rub her clit. Sam closed her eyes shut as she tried to fight the pressure that was slowly building again.
"I'm not gonna beg for it." Sam said through clenched teeth. Danny moved his thumb faster and slipped a finger in and out but never went in all the way. Sam squeaked and shifted, and his finger went in, and bumped against her sweet spot. She jerked and arched her back, rocking against his finger.
Danny let her do this for a few seconds before he pushed her away when he felt her tightening up.
Sam whimpered when she felt the pressure dying down and she started to resent Danny for it. He just sat there with a smirk on his face, relishing her frustration.
"Don't try and be slick Sam, you're not going to get anywhere." Sam lowered her gaze to her cunt. If he wasn't going to please her then she'd please herself. She'd never done this before but she had a good idea of how things worked.
Danny watched as she put a finger in her mouth and moistened them before she slipped them in between her lips. She moaned when she found her clit and started rubbing furiously. He watched her chest rise and fall with every sharp intake of breath and her body jerked whenever she came close. He could easily stop her but he was enjoying the show. And he wanted to see how close she could come to making herself scream.
Sam was on cloud nine. She felt dirty but sexy with her legs spread, moaning like a little slut, and Danny watching her while she abused her already battered body was the icing on the cake. She could feel his gaze on her and she loved it. She rubbed even faster, shutting her eyes tight as she felt herself come to the brink of an orgasm.
"Oh fuck…Oh God.." Her moans were like music to Danny's ears. He was really hot and bothered now, and although he wanted her to make herself come he needed to get in on the action. So just as she was about to yell out he slapped her fingers away and replaced them with his tongue. As soon as his tongue made contact she screamed, and Danny held her legs down while he lapped her up. Sam rocked against his face, getting the most that she could before the amazing feeling died down.
"Oh…oh.." She kept repeating. Every nerve in her body was sensitized, and she felt it all the way to her core.
Danny looked up from between her legs. She had a dazed look on her face and he grinned. He moved up and kissed her hungrily, making sure she tasted all of herself.
"SAMANTHA! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Jeremy yelled and Danny heard footsteps on the stairs.
He cursed. Interrupted again…and he didn't even get to come! "I'm getting real tired of your folks, Sam."
"Just go…I'll tell you when to come back later." She kissed him and pushed him. He got up and put his clothes on.
"Don't recover too soon," He flew out just as her parents burst through the door.
"…Sam?" Pam gasped.
"Would you guys fucking leave?! God, NO privacy in this house!" Sam scrambled to cover herself as her parents stood there and gaped.
"We…we'll be back later to discuss this with you." Jeremy stuttered before fleeing. Pam nearly tripped over her own feet running out also.
Sam groaned and fell back on her pillows. Yeah, she really needed to get out of here.