Reunions, Reminiscing, and a lil' Rendezvous

by Frankie'N

A/N- Hi there! Please have a look at the Author's Notes in the first chapter to get a better understanding of what's going on in this little story.

Blanket Disclaimer also in first chapter. :)

Read on!

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Danny smiled to himself at the memory. Sam was standing next to him now, with her back to the shelves as well. They had drifted into a comfortable silence for a while.

He glanced down at her, only to find her peering at him curiously. She smiled when their eyes met. "What are you thinking about?"

"A bunch of things." His eyes appraised the cramped room once more. "This place brings back a lot of memories."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "This musty old closet?"

He bumped her shoulder playfully. "This school." And then his grinned turned devious, and his tone of voice suggestive. "But now that you mention it, I've got a lot of pretty good memories from this closet alone." He snaked an arm around her waist and laughed when she batted him away.

"So we snuck in a couple of times in our senior year to make out a little, but that was it!" she argued heatedly. "We didn't even go that far until college."

"I know, I know." Danny reached out to rub slow, steady circles over her back, something that had always seemed to soothe her, ever since they were kids.

When she spoke again, her voice was softer, more subdued. But she could never pass up on an opportunity to tease him. "I bet you wish we did start fooling around in high school."

He laughed at that. "No I don't."

Upon hearing that, she returned his playful nudge. "Yeah. Okay." And there was the sarcastic tone that had been a great source of both amusement and irritation for him over the years. Today, it was a little bit of both.

"I don't!" he exclaimed. And when it seemed like she still didn't believe him, he sighed. "I don't, Sam. Neither of us were ready in high school. Besides, I appreciated our first time more because we waited."

She let out a loud, disbelieving bark of laughter. "You are so full of it, Danny Fenton!"

"I mean it, Sam."

It must have been something in his tone of voice that finally clued her in to the fact that he was being completely serious. Sam pushed herself off of the shelves, and moved to step right in front of him so she could look him directly in the eye. She watched him for a moment— it was something they did to ensure that the other was telling them the truth. They never lied to each other, save for those instances in which they downplayed their respective injuries in a (futile) attempt to protect the other from worrying too much. In fact, those were the only instances that called for this type of exchange.

Danny met her disarming amethyst gaze head-on— after all, he had nothing to hide. He brushed her hair away from her face with the same tenderness he had always reserved especially for her. "I don't regret a single moment of my life, and I especially don't regret a single second of our relationship. No regrets. You taught me that, remember?"

She continued to search his eyes for a minute before a rare, gentle smile graced her features. She pressed one hand to his cheek and stood on her toes to softly touch her lips to his.

The kiss started out gentle and sweet. He moved his lips tenderly, carefully against hers. But the second he felt her tongue sliding along the seam of his lips, he lost all semblance of control. He opened his mouth to her immediately, waging a war with tongues and teeth. His hands sought out her waist as he deepened the kiss, pulling her body flush against his. He nearly grinned when she moaned into his open mouth.

He traced the outline of her figure with feather-light touches, teasing her until she grabbed his hands and pressed them onto her own waist, encouraging him to slide his hands against the curves he'd been eyeing ever since she'd shed her damn coat. He kissed her along her jawline, down the tantalizing column of her throat, and lower still to his favorite spot— and hers, he knew— that little juncture between her neck and shoulder, which, thanks to her dress, was already exposed and just begging to be touched. He planted hot, open-mouthed kisses there, and then bit down on her before laving the spot with his tongue.

"Oh!" she gasped, and it was just too much for him. He growled against her skin and grasped her thigh, raising it to his hip. She wrapped her leg around his waist and he pressed their bodies together— close, so close, until there wasn't so much as a breath between them. He started sliding his hand upwards, past her thigh, achingly slow. Before his hand could reach its destination, he looked into her eyes. You sure about this? Was his silent query. It was only moments ago that she had adamantly insisted on waiting until after the event, after all.

But she fixed him with a look that could have only meant: do you seriously want to question your luck? And she let out a sexy little growl of her own that practically translated to yes I'm fucking sure before grabbing for the collar of his shirt and yanking him into another passionate, bruising kiss.

It was all the invitation he needed. As his one hand began to climb further, the other reached behind to free her from the confines of her dress. She responded in kind, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt hastily before slipping the unwanted material off his shoulders.

Danny took hold of her waist and spun her around. He dipped his head to worship her back as he lowered the zipper, exposing more and more of her body to the cool air. He allowed his teeth to graze once more along a particular spot on her spine, and his lips curved into a smile against her skin when she mewled in response.

Yes, his wife was notoriously unpredictable, even to him. But one thing was for certain— even without ghost powers, life with her could never be boring.

He watched through hooded eyes as she slowly slid against his body, lowering herself and trailing butterfly kisses down his chest— down, down, until she was on her knees before him. Her nimble fingers set to work unfastening his belt, and when she peered up at him coquettishly through dark, lowered lashes, he swallowed.

Nope. Not boring in the least.

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A/N- And there you have it! A little Wintertime story within the Lovebird Watching (the main fic) timeline. I might not have time to write a Christmas story, so I'll say it now: Happy Holidays, everyone! Let me know what you think and if you want to see more from my Lovebird Watching universe!