Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that. All of that amazing creative talent goes to Butch Hartman. Nickelodeon just sucks, I'm sorry (no, I'm not).
Author's Note: Welcome, welcome! You have reached the first chapter of a ten-chaptered collection of one-shots all based on the community "10snuggles." Do not fret, you will get your daily dosage of smut, fluff, and snuggles by the time this set of one-shots is complete. I aim to please.
001 : Moonlit Reassurance
Rating : PG-13
Theme : 9. Late Nights
August 2, 2007
Watching her with tired eyes, Danny smiled serenely down at the love of his life. He knew he should be getting to bed, but the opportunity to see Sam completely unguarded and peaceful was a rare and valuable one. Reaching down, he brushed a stray lock of black hair from her forehead. Sweat had nearly plastered her bangs to her forehead hours before, it seemed. Still smiling, he now stroked her cheek, loving the texture of her skin against his hands; it was always so soft–every inch of her, so soft to the touch.
Violet eyes fluttered open.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked in a voice husky from sleep. She reached her left arm up to hook around his neck, placing her hand on the back of his head.
Shaking his head, he stayed silent, watching her.
"Aren't you tired?" she asked softly. Her hair was adorably tousled, the ends resting lightly on her bare shoulders.
"Exhausted," he mumbled, caressing her cheek again. He didn't need sleep as long as he had her to watch over; she was his guardian angel, and he would serve to protect her for as long as he could. He was tired from their recent lovemaking, but there was a nagging thought in the back of his mind that he couldn't quite shake–not yet.
Moonlight filtered in through the curtains of their room, basking him in a gorgeous glow. Moving back from Sam's grasp, he sat upright and pulled his legs closer to him to rest his elbows on. The blanket which was covering him before moved down his bare waist. He watched her eyes trail down his torso hungrily, albeit sleepily.
"What's keeping you up, then? Something on your mind?" she asked, flipping onto her stomach, snuggling up to her pillow. Reaching out with her right hand, she grasped his hand with a soft smile.
"What would I do without you?" he asked suddenly, looking down at her with a surprisingly somber look on his face.
"Why are you thinking like that?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."
He mumbled something, facing away briefly, but turned back with a yank of his hand. "What?"
"What did you just say?" she asked, genuinely curious with a slightly threatening tone of voice.
"I was watching one of those crappy Lifetime movies where the woman's husband died and she was torn in two, but somehow overcame everything, married again, had children, and lived happily ever after," he said softly, looking away again. "It made me think about what would happen if it–"
"Danny?" she interrupted.
"What did I tell you about those Lifetime movies?"
"That they're pure evil?"
"Yes," she agreed, then sighed. "Danny, don't listen to that crap, and especially don't relate yourself to it. Nothing relates to us–we should have our own television show or movie. Something. It'd be better than that mindless shit."
He chuckled, looking back down at her.
"But... was that really it? That's all that was keeping you up?"
"Well," he paused, "I was really thinking about what I would do without you. I would be so lost," he smiled weakly at her. "You've become so much of my life, and I barely tell you that. I don't tell you that I love you enough."
"Danny," she beckoned him closer with her finger, after she had flipped over once again onto her back, and he leaned down. Using both arms, she pulled him down next to her, so that he was lying down. Placing his head on her chest, she looked down at him, more so at his hair since it blocked the view of his face. "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what? Your heartbeat?"
"Yes," she replied.
"What about it?"
"It beats for you," she said truthfully, "and, it doesn't need to be told it's loved, it knows. Actions speak louder than words, especially if a few hours ago have anything to do with it. You know that. I could be screaming at you with venomous hatred in my voice, but if you kissed me and I kissed you back with as much force, that means more than whatever I had to say. Your brain could say something completely different than your heart."
He smiled, snuggling into her, wrapping his strong arms around her small frame and holding her close.
Staring at the ceiling, she played with his hair absentmindedly, her thoughts wandering.
"Danny?" she whispered, trying to get a good look to see if he was awake or not without moving around too much. Moving his hair out of the way of his eyes, she saw that they were closed, his breathing even.
He was fast asleep.
Cradling him against her, a content and satisfied smile on her face, she held the world in her arms, never to let go.
End Note: Well, what did you think? I kept it sweet to start out with; however, it'll probably turn into smut after a while, so don't worry if you're just here for that. When I'm done with this series, I'll have you all vote for the next one I choose to do. It's either going to be about the seven deadly sins or forbidden sex stories or something like that–I don't even know. We'll figure out that when the time comes.
Anyways, please review! You know how much they make me smile.