A week had gone by and I hadn't spoken to Danny more than I needed to. I was numb and trying to ignore both the part of me that wanted shove him into a thermos and throw it in the Ghost Zone and the part of me that longed to run into his arms. I knew which side would likely win in the end, but I wasn't ready to let it happen yet. Danny hurt me, and nothing was going to just make that pain disappear. If Danny and I ever got past this, he'd have to come to me first; it was his fault and he needed to clean up this mess.
I sighed as I felt the temperature of the room drop several degrees knowing there was only one person who could do that. He didn't show his face, but I knew he was there, probably trying to decide what to do as I laid there on my bed.
"Sam, tell me how to make this right," he whispered though he still didn't show himself to me. It's likely that he was afraid of what I'd do to him if I could see him.
"You fucked Valerie, Danny. I don't know how the hell you're going to be able to fix that."
"I know I screwed up, Sam, but being with her didn't mean anything."
"That doesn't change the fact that you couldn't keep it in your pants. You slept with her and then dared to tell me you loved me. You fucked her and tried to come crawling back!"
"Sam, it was a good fuck, that's all it was and you have no idea how sorry I am. I'm so sorry." He was fighting back the same tears I was, but I couldn't bring myself to really give a damn.
"Danny... You couldn't even stop sleeping with me before you got with her. You say it was just a good fuck with her, but what the hell was I?"
"It was never just sex with you, Sam. I meant it when I said I loved you." I heard his voice getting closer, even though he still hadn't shown himself to me. "Please, give me another chance," I felt his lips brush mine softly before he pulled back. "Let me show you what you mean to me, please."
His lips softly met mine again and I felt myself responding to him, felt my lips moving against his. Danny pulled back after a moment and I watched as he shimmered into visibility. "Please," he begged again.
"Okay," I whispered, knowing that I probably shouldn't be giving myself to him again so soon. I wanted to be with him; even though he'd fucked up so badly, I still wanted to be with him.
He leaned down and I felt his familiar warmth come back as he switched out of his ghost form and he kissed me again. A few moments later, his hands came to rest on my hips and our tongues entered a familiar dance of passion. I reached up and threaded my fingers through his hair as we kissed and in that moment I honestly didn't give a damn about anything that had happened. All I cared about was that Danny was with me again.
I felt his hand slowly trail up to grab my breast through my shirt and bra. I could tell he was trying not to push me after everything that had happened. I moved one of my own hands to grab his and moved it underneath my shirt, silently telling him that it was okay, that I wanted this. I gasped as I felt his hand slip beneath my bra to rest on my bare breast.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." I was suddenly met with a deja vu moment as I remembered hearing almost the same thing back when we started this whole thing.
"I will," I replied and his hand came out from under my shirt only to lift it up and over my head. He threw my shirt off to god only knows where before I felt him fondle both my breasts through my bra. I moaned, the gentle caress was different from what he'd done the last few times we were together. My hands traveled slowly down his back while I took my time appreciating the smooth muscle underneath his t-shirt.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head only a few moments before he reached around to undo my bra. "God, you're a beautiful woman, Sam." I blushed at his comment, not being used to hearing such things.
"You're not half bad yourself," I said, trying not to let him see how much such a silly little comment had affected me.
"No one will ever be like you." I didn't have a response to that so I did the only thing I could to effectively shut him up and kissed him.
He broke away after a minute. "This is your night, not mine," he said. I felt him slowly trail soft little butterfly kisses down my neck, to my collar bone, and eventually his lips reached my breasts and I gasped at the gentle contact. This was loving, not a display of dominance.
"Danny..." I whispered. It felt like his hands were everywhere, but they weren't moving in their usual teasing manner; his touches were soft and attentive. Slowly, his fingertips dipped down into the front of my skirt, slowly stroking me through my panties while he suckled one nipple. I held his head firmly in place while that mouth of his worked its magic on first one breast, then the other.
I let my hands trail down his back again as he worked his fingers underneath the waistband of my underwear. My wandering hand came to a rest on his crotch and his hidden member jumped a bit at the touch as I heard him bite back a groan. He was hard to a point that couldn't possibly be comfortable, but it didn't seem like he gave a damn about his own comfort so long as he was pleasing me. He made me moan as his fingers slowly started to rub little circles across my clit. I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his legs before he kicked them off altogether.
"Sam, we don't have to do anything you don't want to," he said, stopping the sensations he was causing when he looked me in the eye, expecting a response.
"I know," I said, my hand hesitantly wrapping around his cloth covered manhood, "but I want this." I hadn't realized how little of this was impulse until I said that. I really wanted this, it wasn't just hormones and impulse acting on a whim.
"Yes. I'm still pissed at you, Danny, but I can't stand being without you." I kissed him briefly. "Prove to me you deserve another chance."
"I won't let you down." He leaned his head down and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth while his hands began traveling across my body once more.
I felt his fingertips trailing down my legs as he slowly pulled my skirt down, leaving both of us in bed with only our underwear still on. I felt almost as nervous as I had our first time. I knew he wouldn't hurt me here, but I had a hard time separating how he hurt my heart and what he could do to me in this vulnerable state. He would never physically hurt me, but the emotional pain felt like it was my body that hurt.
I froze unintentionally, my mind fully realizing how vulnerable I was and that giving him this wasn't just giving him sex again, I was also giving him back my trust. Danny didn't fail to notice that something was on my mind and pulled back again. "You want me to stop, don't you?"
"I-" I let out a breath. "I want you to promise you won't hurt me again. There's no way in hell I could go through that again, Danny."
"Sam, I'd have to be a fucking idiot to do that again. I don't think I could stand doing that to you again; I really couldn't the first time."
"Okay," I said.
"Okay, I want you to keep going."
He gave me a look, one that clearly asked if I was sure without him actually saying the words, a look to which I nodded in response. Danny smiled and his hands returned to my body, his gentle touches making me moan.
Danny went back to suckling my breasts as my hand moved back to his hardened member, slowly stroking him though his underwear. Then, I pulled them down and revealed his manhood to my eyes. It was then that I realized I'd never really looked at it much before, there was often something else distracting me, and I blushed as I realized I was staring at him like that. I thanked God that he didn't seem to notice as he finally moved to remove my panties.
I gasped as the cold air hit my wet pussy and I let Danny spread my legs apart. A finger softly brushed up against me, causing a another gasp before I felt it enter me. He moved his finger in and out of my core for several minutes before a second and eventually a third finger entered me, causing me to moan as his finger hit my clit again and again. The waves of pleasure left me writhing and squirming underneath him as he skillfully brought me to climax. His fingers never stopped moving until after I fully came down from my high.
I moaned once more when I felt the tip of him resting just outside my still sensitive hole, waiting for a final confirmation that this was really what I wanted.
"Please," I whispered and he instantly moved, entering me quickly and giving me that full feeling I loved so much. Danny slowly began thrusting in and out of me, his pace never changing and the slow movement only making me want him more. He built my second orgasm of the night up slowly, and I could tell it was going to be intense long before it happened. Even now, his slow strokes seemed loving and I didn't feel like I was just his fuck toy.
I screamed his name when I finally came and his own climax followed shortly when he buried himself as deep as he could go and groaned my name while he emptied his seed inside of me.
Danny rolled off to the side. "I love you, Sam."
"I love you too."
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