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She crushed her mouth to his, hands in his hair, and then let go, breathing a bit hard. "Stop. Talking. Please?"

"Mmmhmm," Danny mumbled into her mouth, going right along with...well, whatever she wanted.

She pinned his wrists to the ground and grinned, hovering right above his mouth. "Because when you talk, you ramble. And get distracted. And we don't want you getting distracted."

Whoa.

Holy crap.

Wait, no, correction:

Holy crap, yes! This was AWESOME!

"Uh huh," he said, eyes wide, his expression eager.

Sam smirked and kissed his chin, then his lips, then is cheekbone. "You hold out a girl for months, guess what happens."

"I will certainly keep that in min--" he started to say, and then she kissed a certain little spot on his neck. "--Oh. Oh man, that, right there...wow. Keep--keep doing that."

She giggled, and kissed his nose. "You're loud."

Danny grinned up at her, flexing his arms under her grip.

"Well, you're..." he protested. "...that's really hot."

I.E.: Keep doing it, plz.

"Keep doing what?" She kept his wrists firmly down against the grass, and nuzzled his neck, then kissed it.

"Everything--anything," Danny gasped, wriggling a little.

She trailed her lips down his neck to his shoulder. Which she then sucked on gently, teeth briefly moving over skin before she pulled up to check on how he was doing.

Then it occured to her that she was straddling his waist and she did not care.

That was it.

He couldn't take just lying there anymore. Had to...he had to.

His wrists went intangible and he pulled them free of Sam's grip, reaching up to put his hands on her waist, to rub up and down her sides, up, up...until he was tugging on the hem of her shirt.

Because...he kind of wanted it to come off.

"Uh..." he said throatily.

If she was okay with that.

"That," she said, and tugged off her shirt because she was about to anyway, shaking out her hair. "Is no fair! No fair using your intangibility. That means handcuffs won't work."

Shirt. Off. Bra.

Boobies.

Wait...

"Handcuffs?"

"Handcuffs."

His jaw was hanging open a little.

She poked it, grinning. "Is that a good thing, that I've made your jaw hang open?"

"Uh huh," Danny fairly squeaked.

Then he pretty much zeroed in on her chest, lifting his hand slightly.

"Can I...?"

"Yeah."

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap...

He reached up and cupped her breast in his hand. Her bra was black (big surprise) and soaked like the rest of her, and HOLY CRAP HE WAS TOUCHING A BOOB.

Bliss!

Sam was watching his face with quite a deal of amusement.

"You know," she said, "that they're just milk-secreting glandular organs."

"Way to make it gross, Sam," he said, nevertheless still fondling. Through her bra, he brushed against her nipple with his thumb, lightly, and his either hand was still rubbing against her side.

His jeans were starting to feel a little too tight.

"Mmmhmmm," she murmured, and closed her eyes, then kissed him, fingers flexing over his shoulders.

"You know... we're eventually going to have to go inside. I told Steph I'd meet her later... mmmmm."

She tensed when he touched her, and then there was more kissing.

Goosebumps raised up all over his skin, just looking at her like that.

"Nooo," Danny whined plaintively. Then he said, even more quietly, almost a whisper, a gasp, "Stay out here with me."

She grinned and kissed him again, softly, apologetically. "Seriously." She looked at her watch. "It's like... seven."

She bent down over him and traced his lips with a fingernail. "We can always experiment... you know... at home."