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A mussy-headed teenage boy and rumpled-looking teenage girl made their way downstairs both of them still looking sleepy.

"--And this is the Bar itself, which, uh, you've already seen--you can order anything from it and it just...appears."

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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.

When she pulled away long enough to talk, he muttered, "Sam, talk about mixed messages..."

His hands were hesitating at her sides, as he wasn't sure what to do.

"Okkkkaaay," Sam said, after another kiss. And another. And another. "I think that'll do me for a bit."

She grinned at him and ruffled his hair. "Stop being cute. It's distracting."

She stood up and looked around. "Mind flying us back to where our shoes are?"

"Not at all," Danny said, stuffing a certain bit of clothing in his back pocket.

He scooped her up in his arms and took to the air.

"So..." he finally said, wind tossing his hair around.

Flying gave one the kind of feeling that you could do anything. Sam understood why Danny loved it so much.

"So?"

"That was," he said, taking a deep breath as they touched down, "really nice. Awesome, even."

"Yeah," Sam said, smiling, and turned around to look at him, before wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing. "Yeah, it was."

"So...uh, this is going to be a regular thing, right?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure," Sam said, and twisted his red collar around a finger, then let him go long enough to pull on her socks and shoes. "Hottie."

She stood up and smirked.

'Hottie'? he mouthed to himself and found that he really, really liked the sound of that.

He reached down to pull on his socks, hopping on each foot as he did it, then fell over dizzily as he tried to pull on his sneakers.

"I am really liking this side of you, Sam, I have to say," Danny said, blushing bright red again.