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He rubbed the back of his neck again, "I just...I wanted..." he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Sam drew closer and put a hand on his shoulder, "Danny, you know you can tell me anything, right?"
He opened his eyes and looked down at her with an intensity she hadn't seen in him before. "Please don't punch me."
Sam didn't have time to process that strange request before Danny was pulling her closer to him. He gently tilted her chin up to look at him, his eyes full of determination. Then his lips were on hers.
His kiss was firm, but gentle. Deliberate and sincere...the way a kiss should be. But it was over far too soon.
Danny pulled away and looked at her, his eyes searching. Sam realized she must look completely shocked. Danny's face was worried and she could see the question in his eyes. Without thinking, Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down for another kiss.
Danny responded immediately, his arms wrapping tightly around her, pressing her body into his. Sam sighed and tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him even closer, deepening their kiss. This was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She'd been right, Sam decided, she had never had a real kiss before...until now.
She wasn't sure which of them had led them to the wall but Danny pinned her against it, keeping their bodies pressed together while freeing his hands to go wherever they wanted. They started at her face, tilting her head one way and then the other like he wanted to kiss her from every angle. Then, they were in her hair, tangling and pulling in a way that made her moan quietly. Danny groaned in response, a low, deep, sound that set her body on fire. His hands moved to her sides, slowly moving down, feeling the gentle curve of her waist. They stopped at her hips and moved back up to her waist, Sam surprised herself by feeling frustrated at that, she wanted him to touch her more.
That thought sent her mind crashing back into the present. She wanted Danny to touch her. Danny, her best friend. Who was kissing her. Danny Fenton, her best friend since childhood, the person she loved most in the world, and the boy she'd wanted for years, was in her room, kissing her.
She pulled back to say something but Danny's lips moved to her neck and her mind went blank again. She gasped and let her eyes flutter closed. "Danny..."
Whimpering his name must have flipped a switch in him. Suddenly, all hesitation was gone. Danny slammed his lips back into hers and his hands moved up and down the sides of her body firmer against her. His tongue ran over her lower lip and Sam opened her mouth to grant him access.
It felt good, his tongue playing with hers. Sam always thought she'd hate French kissing. It was a surprise to find that she actually liked it. She liked it a lot.
While Danny explored her mouth, Sam took her turn to explore his body. She ran her hands down his back, over his arms and across his chest.
His shirt was in the way. Without thinking, Sam slid her hands under it and against his stomach. She reveled in the feeling of his skin and the lean muscle beneath. She wanted to feel more, she wanted his skin against hers.
Danny groaned again as her hands moved up to his chest. Sam liked that sound and the way it made her feel. It gave her a burst of confidence. Her mouth left his and she trailed kisses across his cheek to his jaw. He shivered and his hands gripped her waist roughly as she kissed along his jawline and down his neck. She let her tongue flick out to taste his skin, wondering what would happen if she nipped at it. What would Danny do if she gave him a hickie?
Danny shivered again and then finally spoke in a husky voice she'd never heard before, "Um, Sam. I wanted to be your first real kiss but you should know, you're making it really hard to think of you as just my friend right now."
Sam paused, her face still tucked against his neck. He was giving her an out, a chance to accept her first kiss and keep their friendship as it was. They'd stayed platonic through multiple fake-out make-outs. They could stay platonic after this. But it was also a warning; the boundaries of their friendship were getting very thin. His hands were still gripping her waist tightly like he was afraid to move them.
"So what you're saying is, you're getting turned on." Sam said, slowly sliding her hands off his chest. She surprised herself with how bold she was being.
Danny choked out a nervous laugh, "Um...yeah." He buried his face against her hair, hiding from her. Sam didn't need to see him to know he was blushing brightly.
"Is that just because you're a teenaged boy or do you actually, um...want me?"
Danny dropped his head against her shoulder, groaning quietly. "Are you really gonna make me answer that?"
Her stomach sank. "Don't you think I deserve to know?”
Danny said nothing for a long moment and Sam held her breath. "It's because it's you, Sam. Because I want you." His voice was so quiet Sam could barely hear it.
Sam gently pushed him off of her so she could see his face. He didn't meet her eyes. In fact, he looked like he was two seconds away from phasing out of her room.
"Danny." She waited until he forced himself to look at her. "I..." She felt her face warm as she tried to find her words. His eyes were anxious, vulnerable, and wanting. A small smile graced her lips and she placed a gentle hand on either side of his face before raising on her tiptoes to give him a long, slow kiss. When she pulled away to meet Danny's eyes again she could see the barely-contained desire in them. "I want you too."
Danny licked his lips unconsciously and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "So...is this okay?" He gave her another soft, lingering kiss and pulled back to gauge her reaction. She nodded and her eyes flickered down to his lips, waiting for him to kiss her again. Danny smirked and leaned back in. "How about this?" He pressed another kiss to her lips then slowly trailed kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
Sam shivered and gave a throaty sigh, "It's...it's okay, it's good...really good."
She felt him grin against her neck. "And this?" He pressed her into the wall again and kissed the other side of her neck.
"Mmmm it's good." She hummed, closing her eyes and tilting her head to give him more access. One of her hands came up to tangle in his hair while the other ran up his arm. She'd always wanted to touch him like this and now that she was, she didn't want to stop.
Danny's lips moved lower, pressing soft, warm kisses further down her neck. Sam couldn't stop the soft "oh..." that slipped out as his tongue flicked over her collar bone. It felt amazing and she wondered if he was going to continue to kiss down her chest. She would let him, if he tried. She would never let anyone else get this far. But Danny...Danny could go as far as he wanted to.
The ache of her broken heart was gone. Right now, her pain was being drowned out. The only thing she could feel was Danny exploring her body. His lips pressing hot kisses to her throat, moving across it to taste her other collar bone. His hands, warm through her clothes. One of those hands was tentatively caressing her stomach like he was unsure where he was allowed to touch.
Anywhere.
She would let Danny touch her anywhere. The euphoria of having him actually touching her, liking her, and wanting her was disarming. Her defenses were down. Danny could do anything he wanted.
"You should probably stop me, Sam." Danny's low voice against her collarbone made her stomach flip. He practically growled as he slowly loosened his grip on her, like it took great effort to wrench himself away. "I should stop..."
"Why?" Sam asked, her breathy voice pulling a helpless groan from him.
Danny kissed her lips again, long and slow, before reluctantly pulling away. Sam tried to follow, to continue the kiss, but he caught her face in his hands and stopped her.
"Why?" She asked again, staring up into his heavy-lidded eyes. He wanted her; he'd said so himself. She could see it written all over his face. Why would he stop now?
Danny pressed his forehead against hers and fought for a moment to catch his breath. "Because you're special to me, Sam. You've always been special to me."
"And?"
"And I came to give you your first kiss." He closed his eyes, sighing heavily. "Not to take advantage of you while you're vulnerable."
"I'm not vulnerable." Sam protested automatically.
Danny chuckled quietly, like it was exactly what he expected her to say. "You are. I can feel it."
"I..." She wasn't sure how to respond to that.
Danny opened his eyes and Sam flushed at the way he was looking at her. She felt exposed, naked under his gaze. He knew. Danny knew exactly what she was feeling.
"You just got your heart broken, Sam. It's late, you're tired, and you're worried about tomorrow." He leaned in and kissed her again, short and chaste. "So, I should stop and let you rest."
"Yeah," Sam agreed before rising up to kiss him back, her kiss just a little longer than his. "Yeah, I should rest."
"We'll talk about this tomorrow." Danny started to remove his hands from the sides of her face, but he hesitated before leaning in to kiss her again.
Sam sighed into his kiss and wrapped her arms around him. Danny's lips left hers for only a moment before he was back, kissing her more firmly, his fingers tangling in her hair.
"I should go," he whispered against her mouth. Sam slipped her tongue past his open lips and he accepted it eagerly, his tongue responding in kind. Sam pressed her body against his, wanting to feel him...wanting him to feel her.
Danny held her tightly to him for a few wonderful moments before abruptly ending the embrace, his hands catching her shoulders and gently pushing her back. "Okay, we should really stop."
Sam let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah. Yeah we should."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Sam"
Before she could respond, Danny pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and disappeared.
Sam stood there dumbfounded for a moment. Her heart was still racing, her breathing still heavy. This was nothing like how she felt after a fake-out make-out. No kiss, no touch, had ever made her come undone like this. She leaned against the wall and let it support her as she slid to the floor, still trying to process what had just happened. "See you tomorrow." She whispered to the empty room. Tomorrow didn't seem quite so scary anymore.