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"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.

Something had just occured to Sam.

She turned and looked at him, blinking. "Danny. You were jealous of Gregor. And the guy in the Bar."

"Is being filled with seething hatred because you liked them and they were all cool and I wasn't jealousy?" Danny asked mildly.

"Yes," Sam said, scootching over closer to him. "Yes, it is."

"Then I was pretty jealous," he admitted.

She gently hit him. Gently. "Dork! Why didn't you tell me? I mean -- even if Gregor wasn't the world's biggest jerk -- I still wouldn't have done anything with him, you know? I even told him so."

"Really? Cool," said Danny reflectively.

Then he admitted, "I didn't really know what it was at the time. All I knew was that I was mad and didn't want him near you."

"You're absoltutely ridiculous," Sam said. "Can't even recognize what jealousy is."

She crawled half over him, still dripping, and kissed him warmly. "Idiot."

"Did you miss the social ineptitude part?" he asked her, when she stopped kissing him. "That includes being emotionally, like, stupid."

He leaned in to kiss her again, kiss her cheek, trail down the side of her face, nuzzling her neck and kissing there...

Sam made a slight gasping noise. "O-okay. You... you can keep doing that."

"Okay," he said softly.

It was obvious he wasn't really any more experienced than she was, but there was a lot you could do just by trying.

It was a fun sort of thing to be a learning experience.

He kept pressing his lips against the skin of her neck, up in that little spot under her ear, back down again.

His skin was starting to feel hot, and he felt something...stirring in his chest, in the pit of his stomach...lower...

Sam was hot all over, but the heat kept fluctuating from her neck to her toes in waves.

Experimentation was fun.

She kissed the hollow of his neck, then one of his collar bones. Because his shirt was off. That was a nice side effect.

This was...new and very dangerous ground he was on here.

That made it really exciting.

And still really horrifying, because what if he did something wrong, what if he scared her or something?

Slowly, torturously slow, in Danny's mind, his hands palmed the soft (wet) skin of her stomach, then started to slide up, just a little bit, not too far.

"Is--is this okay?"

"Danny," Sam -- well, growled, and covered his mouth with a hand. "Stop... talking."