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Sam burst out laughing.

She hardly ever did this -- laugh. Straight, pure laughter. Complete with smile and glittering eyes. It was a contrast.

"You dork."

Danny just grinned at her, and then that sort of fuzzy-happy look stole over his eyes and he pulled her close to him by the waist and kept kissing her, trying to get the hang of that whole tongue thing.

Draingly, his fingers slid up her back towards the clasp of her bra...

Which was...

DARNIT.

...Made of adamantium or something, apparently.

Here was a teenage boy who could use and maintain his parents complex ghost technology, but a simple bra clasp was far beyond him.

Sam giggled into his mouth and pulled back enough to unhook it within a second by just reaching behind her and pulling it apart gently. Within a second.

He could only look at her in admiration and awe.

"You make it out to be a complex puzzle. It's a bra clasp."

Danny just gaped.

Shitless girl! Shiiirtless girl!

His thoughts started to lose coherency, dwindling down to nothing more than random flitting ideas and not-so-fleeting urges.

Best friend. Shirtless. Hot. Likes me. She likes me. She's...beautiful.

Feel like...like a hero. She makes me feel like...not a loser. Not a dork. Not...

It was with a strangled groan that he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing everything he could reach.

It was likely that by now Sam could feel just how excited he was to be able to do this.

"Wow," Sam said -- well, gasped, grinning. "You're excited, ghost boy."

Danny could only gasp in answer, one hand still wrapped around her waist, the other sliding in between then and awkwardly cupping her breast.

His eyes were closed, and he looked positively blissful, as his back arched slightly underneath her, his muscles wonderfully tense.

She tensed her fingers over his shoulder. Tense, untense. Tense, untense.

Sam was quiet and deadly. Danny... not so much.

Now he was lost, turned into a soggy, writhing human (half) puddle of lust and teenage hormones, his hips unonciously bucking slightly underneath her.

"Oh, Sam..."

"Hmm?" She kissed, a bit tentatively, the place where his neck met his shoulder.

He tried to say more but his voice just dissolved into another low moan, and his hips bucked again.

His fingers slid down to tug eagerly on the waistband of her skirt.

"Hate to break it to you, Danny," Sam said lowly, pushing his hair back and grinning at him, "but I gotta draw the line somewhere. And out on a lawn is not the particular place I want to do... this."

There was a little disappointed sound that came from the back of Danny's throat, and he loosened his grip from her waist, his hands reaching up to cup her face as he pulled her down for one last kiss...and one more last kiss...and one more...

Then he finally let go entirely.

"Then--it would be a really good idea--for you to get off me," he gasped, still trembling all over.

Sam regretfully pulled off of him.

Pulling off didn't mean she couldn't kiss.

After pulling her arms through her still damp shirt, she crossed over behind him and kissed up sort of upside down, Spiderman style.

"Oh man," Danny moaned, as soon as she was done kissing him, and then he abruptly scampered to his feet and went and jumped in the lake with a splash.

Ack! Ack! Cold! Cold!

But it was a necessary thing.

Danny foresaw many cold showers in his future.

Sam laughed. A deep belly laugh that felt really really good.

"Should I not do that again?" She called out to him.

"Nonono," he protested quickly. "You should do that, uh, as much as you want. All of it. It's just...wow."

His voice was breathless when he said that, and he crossed his arms over his chest, shivering slightly as he stood there dripping.

"You might want to come out of the water, before you catch influenza and blame me for it."

"I guess. Wouldn't want tot get sick, die, and turn into a ghost--oh wait," he said dryly, coming up out of the water, his...problem taken care of now, from the cold.

He reached for his wet shirt, catching it with the tips of his fingers, and struggled with it a minute as he shrugged it over his head.

Then he just looked at her, smiling, rather like he did while under Ember's spell, only now it didn't seem like he was only half there.

Looking slightly behind her, his eyebrows raised briefly, then he reached past her and snatched something up from on the ground, dangling it from a hooked finger.

"You, uh, kind of forgot something."

It was her bra.

"Uh-huh."

Grin.

"I know."

Danny wondered how creepy it would be if he asked if he could keep it...

"...You want it back?"

"Keep it," she said.

Wow, being in the same proximity and not kissing him was really hard.

Crap.

He stared.

"You are the COOLEST."

Time was moving slowly enough. She could still see Steph.

Check watch.

Tackle.

"Sorry," she said, not really apologetically, and kissed him, hard.