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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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"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.

He was just -- completely, utterly, amazingly adorable. And she knew it!

And the very, very bad problem that Sam suddenly realized, looking at him, was that she didn't have the very good ability that she'd managed to keep for about a year -- the ability to keep her hands off of him. She'd lost it somewhere along the line with her bra.

This situation was so completely unreal.

She turned on her heel. "Sorry," she explained, rubbing her eyes. "I stand there looking too long, I'm not going to be able to let you out of here for a loooong time. And I promised Steph, and..." Squirm.

"Darn it, Daniel Fenton! Could you attempt to be less hot! Please!"

"Stop telling me I'm hot and I'll try!" he protested.

"But you are!"

Danny just laughed, flew over for another brief, flyby snog, then flew back and waved his hand.

"Go. With the meeting of the friend thing. Before neither of us can go."

"Okay. Sounds good. Meet me in an hour at the door, okay? And then we'll go home." She grinned. "And annoy Tucker."

"Oh MAN is he going to be annoyed we didn't bring him, but..."

Well, it was kind of good they didn't.

"It was good we didn't."

She grinned at him, widely, and stepped through the door.

Then leaned against the wall, took a really really really deep breath, stood there for a minute, and went to find Steph.

She had a lot to talk about.

Danny was soaking wet, but the wind and the sun took care of that, as he went flying.

With a black bra in his pocket.

For once--just for once--life was good.

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