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"Yeah, um," he muttered sheepishly. "I kind of...felt like it."

"Wow," Sam said again. His arms were around her waist. She rested her hands over his gently. "This... wow, Danny." Her voice was filled to the brim with wonder and... she was just so grateful. "Thank you."

"You know what would be a really good way to say 'thank you'?" Danny asked slyly.

She knew that tone. She looked up at him over her shoulder, smirking slyly. "What?"

The lake was spread out below them, glittering from the light of the sun, and the trees were waving with the wind.

In the other direction, the forest ran on for what seemed like forever, obscured by mist on the horizon.

"That whole kissing thing we were doing earlier..." he said, still looking sheepish.

She smirked at him. "That could be kind of hard, considering the position we're in currently..."

Alley-oop!

He managed to twist her around in his arms so that she was facing him, his expression eager.

"How about now?"

"Well, now I'm sort of worried that you're going to lose concentration and crash us into a tree," Sam giggled (giggled).

"I promise I won't crash us into a tree."

"Or the ground?"

"Or the ground," Danny chuckled.

"Or the lake?" She grinned up at him.

"Okay, that's it," Danny said, and he tilted his head and kissed her again, blissfully.

"I dunno," Sam said, after they'd broken off, licking her lips. Then snuck in another kiss, because mmm.

Then she got a very devious smile on her face.

Usually when that smile was in place, something very devious was about to happen.

"I dunno, Danny..." Her fingers trailed over his shoulders, just touching, barely. "The lake sounds awfully good right now..."

"Hmm. Flying, where we have a great view or everything, or the lake, where we both get soaking wet and your clothes get all clingy," he pondered aloud.

"Tough choice," he said, and then they were plummeting towards the lake, not too fast--just enough for it to be fun, like a roller coaster.

Sam laughed all the way down.

When they hit the water she let go of him and plummeted down, then swam up and shook her hair out, teeth chattering with the sudden cold.

"Th-that. Was. AWESOME." She spat out water and laughed. "C-can we do it a-again?"

Danny laughed, tossing his head back to get his hair out of his face and went to grab her round the waist again.

It was a good thing they'd both kicked off their shoes earlier and that Sam had been so angry that when she stormed off, she had forgotten them.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed warmly over his mouth, closing her eyes.

Memorizing this.

Because it was real.

Oh man. She was all wet, and her breath was warm against his mouth, and he could feel...oh man, her chest was all pressed against his...

"Ready? One two three--"

They both dropped and he let her go, arms flailing so they both had room to splash as they went in.

This time she kept in the water long enough to sneak around behind him and wrap her arms around his neck from behind.

"C-cold," she murmured next to ear... and then kissed the back of his neck gently.

Oh, that made him melt. Shivers ran up and down his spine, worse...better than when his ghost sense went off.

"Yeah. Let's get out and dry off."

He turned and gathered her up in his arms, like a hero would rescue a damsel in distress (she hardly ever was one, he loved that about her), then flew, the both of them dripping, to the edge of the lake, and sat down in the grass. They were far away from the bar.

He hoped no one would steal their shoes.

"That was great," Sam enthused, and began wringing water out of her hair.

She flopped down to the grass and breathed in.

After a moment, "Recap time: we fought, we made out, we're dating, we went flying, we flew into a lake, now we're here." She turned to him, smirking. "You sure know how to wear out a girl, Fenton."

Danny laughed and went pink, especially since the "you know how to wear out a girl" part made his brain go funny places.

"Uh," he said, "is it okay if I take off my shirt to let it dry?"

"Sure," she said, going a bit pink as well, and spread out her arms in the grass, as if she were making a snow angel.

He took it off, a little shyly, and sat there, looking faintly pleased at how the whole situation had worked out.