Sam bolted into the bathroom and raided the cabinet for a thermometer and something to cool him down with. How the hell did he start running a fever when all he had to begin with was a lost voice and a sore throat? A rush of guilt surged through her like the heatwave that swiftly flooded Danny's system.
This was her fault.
She knew Danny wasn't well, and as a girl who used to get ill quite often she also knew that cold skin and throat infections were a really bad mix, but it's because of her that he got covered in freezing ice cream and a whole can of chilled soda, neither of which got washed off right away. That feeling she got earlier, when she was in the kitchen - their 'psychic connection' if you will - it wasn't telling her about sexual tension at all, it was warning her that he was going to get worse.
That's why she felt the air get thick and steamy, and why she could sense the aura of his gaze was different.
"C'mon, open up," She slipped the thermometer into his mouth.
His fever could burn a hole through the cool flannel she'd put on his head – being extra careful not to jog his newly pierced eyebrow - but he was reacting to her voice, even though he was shaky and still had his eyes closed. She placed her hands on his shoulders to help him sit up. The heat now emanating from his whole body almost hissed when it came in contact with cooled Manson skin. He wobbled a bit, unable to keep his balance. She positioned herself behind him once more and lowered his head so it rested gently in her lap. Sam removed the temperature device and sighed.
"101.2 degrees… Oh Danny, what's wrong with you?" She sighed again.
Woozy and barely conscious, he cuddled up to her and rested his head on her chest. He could feel the ball of her navel bar poking the halfway point of his spine. The grin spread further. With Danny stretched out on his back and nestled so comfortably in her loose embrace, Sam timidly took off his shirt and placed the other cooling pad on his abdomen. Right now, her priority was keeping Danny's fever at bay and she was trying to focus, but the simple matter of their current seating arrangement was distracting her.
It certainly didn't help that she wore nothing but an oversized shirt and a g-string while the boy of her dreams lay dependently in her lap, topless and bearing an ever growing six pack, yet leaving her to wonder about other things hidden by slacked navy blue boxers. She looked at the mop of lush black hair that never seemed to get trimmed. It was still clammy and seriously messed up. Despite being pinned down, Sam managed to reach over to his bedside table and pick up a small hairbrush without disturbing the sleeping form cradled in her arms.
Her fingertips could still feel the overbearing heat of his fever as she shifted the bangs from his eyes, brushed his hair back, and delicately ran her fingers through it between each stroke. She positively ADORED Danny's hair, it was soft and felt so silky, especially when she started at the base of his neck and slowly sifted her hand to the front. Every swish of the comb made his right leg twitch by reflex, much like a dog when you rub its belly fast enough. She found it very amusing.
Sam dropped the brush on the floor.
Soft feminine fingers trailed their way down his arm. She lifted his overly warm wrist and raised it to her lips. A number of soothing kisses were left on his knuckles, his palm, and his pulse area. Her lilac lipstick was now smudged all over his forearm. Here she kept hold of his wrist and moved her other hand to caress his stomach.
"Do you believe in love at first sight? It's an illusion, I don't care. Do you believe I can make you feel better? Too much confusion, come on over here…" The melodic lyrics of Madonna's 'Get Together' left her lips as she sung to him, short locks of his dark hair sifted through her fingers. "Can we get together? I really, I really wanna be with you. Come on check it out with me, I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too…"
A few salty tears rolled away from her eyes, down her cheeks and dripped onto his fevered skin. It filled her with happiness to know that he trusted her to look after him, that she could provide the womanly comfort she longed to lavish upon him. She was, however, worried that once he was well again, all this would just come to a halt. And realistically, she didn't know whether or not she'd be able to handle it…
Sometime, during the night, Sam and Danny had changed positions, and when Sam woke up the next morning, she found herself staring at the same virile young chest she'd seen yesterday. Just thinking back to the first time she saw it, drizzled in pure untainted water, made her nether regions squirm with delight.
She was curled into a neat ball, surrounded by strong, satiny arms, the hands attached to them rested in two different places; one just behind her ribcage, the other coiled innocently around her rear. Her own hands gripped his shoulder blades. The silken skin stretched across his torso retained its moist qualities, but it wasn't painfully hot anymore.
Cold breath tickled her face from above her head. Her eyes traced upwards. That harmonious smile was restored to her face when she saw it. Danny's angelic profile, no longer ravaged by the symptoms of delirium, was sweetly resting, his normal breathing patterns restored. Unlike the one she placed on his abdomen, the cold compress she put on his head was still there, slipping down from his forehead to cover his eyes.
He was almost too cute. She coyly slid his hand off of her hindquarters, deliberately savouring the feel of his fingers running slowly down her thigh, and steadily rolled away until her feet rejoined the bedroom carpet. After leaving a simple smooch on his cheek, Sam giggled and wandered downstairs into the kitchen. It was another bright, sunshiny day outside and ordinarily, days like this really put her nose out of joint, but that attitude kinda fell off a cliff after such a good night's sleep.
She yawned and stretched; keeping her arms up for a moment to be sure they were limber again, and drifted towards the fridge. Sam took out one of the cans of cream soda – which had somehow magically transported themselves from the landing to the middle shelf of the refrigerator - poppedthe top and started to sip at the contents.
"Nice g-string Sam,"
The half naked Goth spat out a mouthful of soda on the worktop and turned to see Danny's red-haired older sibling, Jazz. Her face was devoured by another blush as she tried to tug the shirt down a little further. She laughed nervously and sat at the dining table where Jazz was reading a book thicker than Dash's skull.
Now she knew she was in for it – Danny's sister, like their mother, was definitely the brains of the family. If Sam and Danny did anything yesterday, Jazz would sniff it out faster than a bloodhound with a supercharged nose. Nonetheless, Sam knew for a matter of fact that last night was perfectly innocent, even though the not-so-innocent moments ran through her mind constantly while she continued to drink her soda.
"I… I… uh, I know how this looks…"
"Like you had sex with my brother?" She crudely analysed. "Yeah, that's kind of the impression you'd get when you come home at 10:45 at night, go to check on your unwell little brother and see two barely dressed and sweaty teens hugging in his bed…"
"Nothing happened,"
"So whose pants are those on the floor?" Her giggly voice asked as she gestured to the item of black clothing on the living room carpet.
"Danny started it Jazz, he poked me first so I pulled his pants down and then he ran upstairs so I followed him and..." Sam's blush intensified further as she realised how incriminating all that sounded. "Oh, holy crap, that came out all wrong, but it's not how it sounds and I swear it was an accident."
"I don't doubt that Sam, but I can tell by that humungous blush on your face that something did happen…" The 18 year-old Psyche major student had a prying look in her teal optics. "Are you going to tell me or do I have to drag it out of you?"
"Do you honestly want to know all the sordid details Jasmine?" Sam retorted shooting an equally sinister glance right at the girl opposite her.
"No, just enough so I'm not scarred for life would be nice." She beamed.
"OK…"
So she sat there and told Jazz all the most memorable parts of yesterday and the day before. Like when Danny refused to take his medicine and she had to treat him like a baby to get him to eat it, the ice cream incident where she freaked him out by saying she'd have to give him a bath. Jazz found that funny.
She went on to talk about how they went to the mall and Danny wandered off to get that piercing. Sam chose to skip the parts about ogling him when he got out of the tub, when she kissed him on the lips and their steamy encounter after the soda fight, but she did discuss when his fever increased and how she lay there with him, brushing his hair and making sure he stayed cool.
How they ended up in the situation this morning where their hands were all over each other was the one thing Sam didn't understand.
"Well, it's kind of obvious," She analysed. "To put it bluntly, you and Danny want each other, so if you're in close proximity and your subconscious takes over i.e. in your sleep, then you're pretty much asking for things like that to happen."
"You make it sound so sleazy…"
It wasn't long before a knot developed in her stomach. Something in her mind was wailing like an ambulance siren, screaming at her to check on Danny. She leapt out of her seat and raced upstairs, back to where she'd left him, and that's where he remained, but his once peaceful sleep was troubled. Snuggled in his embrace earlier she noticed how serene he was, yet here he lay tossing and turning, clearly unsettled for reasons unknown. Sam knelt down beside him and softly caressed his face.
"Shh, calm down Dan-Dan, I'm here…"
Astonishingly, even though he was still fast asleep, he responded moments later and quickly relaxed. A smile twitched at the corner of his lips and his hands reached out, patting mid air above the duvet as if trying to find her. She grinned. Taking his left hand, she placed it on her cheek and leaned into it.
Jazz, who had witnessed the whole thing, didn't know whether to croon about how adorable they were or run to bathroom and throw up. It was cute to the extent of being sickening, but what was more amazing had to be the connection between her little brother and his Gothic best friend. Sam actually seemed to sense that Danny was discomforted and within ten seconds of hearing her voice, his uneasiness subsided.
"I may have to start a new thesis on the effective habits of teenagers with psychic bonds."
"Why, so you can use me and Danny as guinea pigs?" She joked.
"Maybe…" Jazz glanced sideways. "So, does Dan-Dan have a nickname for you, or am I not at an obligation to know?"
Sam blushed.
"Well, even if he does have a nickname for me, I wouldn't be able to hear it…" Her voice started out quite happy, but soon slipped down to a saddened tone. "Oh Danny I'm so sorry!"
She leaned over and pulled him into a hug. All she wanted was for him to get better, to get his voice back, she missed it so much. Sam held him tightly and tried hard to keep from crying. Danny's crystal blue eyes wearily opened. His body was being constricted by a warm shaky and whimpering form. He looked up to see his sister with an 'Aww bless!' kind of expression and raised an eyebrow, curious about the half naked girl that appeared glued to him.
All he got for a reply was a confused shrug of the shoulders. Why was he even searching for a reason? True it's not everyday that your sexy best friend, clad in little more than a shirt and a thong, clings to you like their life depended on it, so why not roll with the idea? With this in mind, he slid his arms around her, forcing her divine and provocative figure to press against him. Oh yeah, the cushiness of her felt damn good. It took Sam but a few seconds to comprehend that the boy she was hanging onto was awake and bringing her as close to him as possible.
"Aww, you guys are so CUTE!" Jazz squealed. Sam cleared her throat and reluctantly let go of Danny but made sure she kept hold of his hand.
"OK," She glanced at the clock on his desk. "It's been well over 8 hours since you had your medicine last, but no playing the baby game this time."
"Don't let my presence stop you from your role-play exercises," Jazz grinned. "I haven't seen Danny act like a baby since he was twelve."
Sam shook her head, trying to hide her blush, and helped Danny out of bed while he glared daggers at his sister. Jazz was determined to make a fool of him in front of his seductive female companion, he could tell that much by the smugness of her face. He ignored his irritating sibling, allowing himself to be dragged downstairs and into the kitchen by the soft, sensual hand of the Goth girl.
He observed the shirt hem shift as she walked him along. He licked his lips and bit on his tongue when he caught fleeting glimpses of her backside. A hand clipped his head from behind and stern aqua eyes chastised him. He resisted the urge to swipe at her in return.
Danny decided, as Sam led him to the dining table and moved to the counter where the medicine bottle sat, that he was going to play up again in the hope that she would repeat Friday's little performance. True, he found it more erotic than deemed suitable for a pair of 'just friends' and it did put a considerable amount of pressure on him as a result, but he really wanted to see her maternal side again.
Jazz stood in the doorway, like a passive onlooker to whatever was going to happen. She did promise herself though, that if it got too intense, she'd leave. While she didn't feel it to be a safe option leaving two hormonally excited 16 year olds to their own devices, she knew Sam was mature enough to stop before anything got out of hand and besides, they had behaved themselves so far.
"C'mon, just take it," Déja vu swept over her as he pouted and turned away. She slammed her head on the table. "Please don't make me do this again Danny!"
Jazz stifled a giggle at Sam's frustration.
His eyes were half lidded and his arms crossed in certainty that even if she didn't feel like playing, he damn well did. Sam was rather partial to playing that game with Danny, seriously she loved it, but with Jazz there, it was just plain awkward. Her dignity would have to take a vacation for now, the most important thing was that the youngest Fenton got well again, and the only way to accomplish it was to make sure he always took the dose of medicine prescribed to him. She'd already used one of her tricks, so today she had to try something new.
I can't believe I'm doing this… She thought.
With the spoon and the bottle in one hand, she clambered up onto the table and perched herself right in front of him; legs crossed so the shirts hem rode high on her pale silky thighs and shoulders back further than usual to give her breasts a slight boost. Sam held a flirtatious highlight in her eyes and her moist shimmering lips curved into a tempting simper. Staring down at his sculpted physique almost caused her mouth to water and the innocence reflected in Danny's pools of glittering cobalt made it quite clear that she was having a similar effect on him.
"Dan-Dan," she murmured, holding the spoon near his mouth. "Pwease be a good widdle boy…"
The rising smell of tonic inflamed his senses. The smell brought with it the awful memory of just how ghastly it really tasted. He wanted to shove this nasty gunk down his throat and get it over with, but he also loved to mess with her head, see just how far he could push his luck until she gave up. There was of course the one issue of Sam's alluring body which made him grumble downstairs until he positively ached for her physical attention.
What to do, what to do… Make her suffer, or make himself suffer… To be a pain in the ass, or not to be a pain in the ass, that was the question. Ah, nuts to it, seeing Sam get nervous and embarrassed because Jazz happened to be watching was much more fun. His mind made up, Danny tilted his head and used his eyes to assert his decision of stubbornness.
"Very well Dan-Dan, you asked for it…"
Her face suggested of a deep seeded and come-hither evil as she slid into his lap, the t-shirt riding up further to the limit where he could practically see the exact shade of chartreuse of her saucy underwear. Taking a lesson from yet another favourite movie, she once again consumed the first spoonful. But this time, instead of swallowing it, she fiercely pressed her lips to his and forced her tongue in his mouth, oozing the small dose of Spectracef into him.
Overcome with shock, he felt a tremor explode through his chest and moments later he retaliated. Despite how repulsive the aftertaste of prescription cordial was, it never once prevented him from cherishing the exquisite flavour that she herself provided. Nothing could spoil such a deliciously elaborate and perfect expression of love; one singular kiss that sent a wave of passion gushing into every inch of his body.
Sam's hands gripped the rearmost part of the chair and bore down on him further, increasing the pleasurable attack to his personal space. She could feel the wild pulsations that swelled in Danny's tepid body when he encircled her with protective arms and pushed back on her with equal potency. Her prolonged, quivering moan created carnal vibes against his mouth and encouraged the battle of whose lungs would last the longest without air.
She couldn't shake the heavy sense of loss that took over her system when Danny pulled away slightly, if only so he could breathe short stuttering breaths. A faded, raspy sigh escaped her and rolled across his already tingling lips.
"Now was that so bad?" Sam whispered lustfully.
"…Wow," He politely whispered; his thumb gently caressed Sam's bottom lip.
"Danny! Your voice is back!" She squealed. "It's scratchy and weak and really quiet, but it's really, truly back! OMG I'm so happy! Jazz did you-"
She looked behind her to find the doorway, where Jazz had been standing a few minutes ago, was empty.
"Where'd she go? Oh well, who cares! Your voice is BACK!"
In a fit of happiness, Sam thrust her whole essence into a glomp of fantastic proportions. The sheer brunt of her untamed show of affection sent the two of them falling off the chair and sliding onto the tiles. They sat up and soon felt the impact of such a dive, but that didn't stop Sam from throwing herself at Danny again. Her bright lavender eyes were lined with dewdrop tears.
He leaned against the dishwasher while she straddled his lap again, blissfully nuzzled his neck and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, crying at the same time. He played with her hair, lovingly soothed her back, and rubbed his cheek softly on hers. Small infectious giggles arose when he made hushed and deliberate purring sounds.
"Danny…" Her tone reflected that of an excited and longing moan. "Speak to me something quiet, and don't say anything important."
He smiled. She got that quote from a black baby-tee she saw in HQ. The jagged white font used for it allowed the sentence to appear angry and Goth-like, and the relevance of it was astonishing at consideration of his recent vocal issues. His tonsils still ached, but the taste of her lips on his lingered well beyond her reason for kissing him in the first place.
Ultimately, that medicine was in his mouth and down his throat about three seconds after her tongue was. It felt so good; really good. No one said she had to sensually tease him or French kiss him until he was breathless, she just did it anyway. Never had he felt such unparalleled bliss, safe and secure in the warm, luscious embrace of this perfect young woman.
"Thanks Sam," He faintly mumbled.
Danny pulled his knees up, pressing Sam closer to him. Time was frozen solid. She sat affectionately cuddled up in the lap of a boy she adored, her hands up on his shoulder blades and her head settled against his neck, desperate to tell him. Her heartbeat sped up substantially, and she couldn't help but squirm and giggle when his strong fingers delved into her short black hair and tickled behind her ears.
"Oh Danny," She purred sweetly. "I love you… so much…"
The whole world came to a screeching halt the very second those words left her lips.
She could hear his heart skip a beat, before picking up speed once more. Her hands shook fiercely. Why did she say it? Why the hell didn't she wait until she was dressed at least? No, she had to be half naked, pushed against his sensuously bare chest like chocolate spread and held there by strong slender arms. She felt his fingers gently stroke her cheek, dreading the worst when he moved her face until her eyes locked onto his.
"Did you really mean to say that?" His sore voice rasped hotly.
"No, I didn't… well yes, I did but… it wasn't supposed to come out… but it did and now I can't take it back… not that I want to, I mean…" She was silenced when he placed a finger to her lips.
"It's OK…" He growled. "The feeling is mutual,"
Sam tried to extinguish the wave of heat that worked its way up her neck when warm, moist lips caressed her jaw line. He teased her ferociously by softly kissing random places on her heavenly profile, purposely avoiding her lips. A lusty moan heaved a cold flutter of air upon him and he saw her shoulders tremble roughly as he approached the corner of her parted mouth. Unable to wait any longer, she quickly took control and forced herself on him.
He tasted so sweet and pure, like candy canes and strawberry pocky. She smothered him, attacking his lips with venomous hunger and trying desperately to absorb every last aspect of him. The deep scent of amber and musk that his skin naturally created, the way he shuddered beneath her when she gently clawed at the rippled muscles in his abdomen, how the whole world seemed to hold its breath when his tongue fought so willingly with hers.
And most of all, the way everything just disappeared when his voice – strong yet powerless, docile yet aggressive, carefree yet overprotective – called out her name like he'd die if she didn't answer…
"Oh for God's sake, if you're gonna do that in public could you at least put some clothes on?"
Danny and Sam slowly broke away, but stayed within inches of each other as they looked to the kitchen doorway. There stood Tucker, nervously shielding his eyes from the sight of his best friends making out half naked on the floor…
No it's not the end, unfortunately for you XD I'm looking at another couple of chapters at the absolute most, maybe a sequel depending on how this one finishes.
Erm… I dunno what else to say X3
Just enjoy the fic…
Oh yeah, a cookie to whoever correctly guesses the movie Sam imitated to get Danny to take his medicine...
SR x