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Like most teenagers during the summer, Sam, Danny and Tucker enjoyed going to the beach.

To a lesser extent, so did Jazz, who had agreed to drive them there and "supervise"; of course, that was quickly forgotten with the momentary cautions of Don't wander off! and NO GHOST FIGHTING!, and then Jazz was off to the marine biology museum with her notebook and trusty pink pen.

So they were left by themselves at the beach house to change. Sweet.

Except for the minute that Sam opened her backpack she could have sworn that tiny hearts erupted from it, along with a perfume so sickeningly sweet that she could have hurled.

"I. Am. Not. WEARING. THIS."

And so she grabbed her best friends' wrists, after closing her backpack ("Augh! The smell! How will I get it out?") and dragged them to the nearby swim shop. Then she deposited them on the benches while she went to go find something in something a little more dark.

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Sam loved that. Loved the testing. Loved that he was unsure and wanted to check first and didn't want just to take take take. Danny was careful and clumsy and awkward and... Danny. She got a thrill from him smiling at her.

Her mouth watered.

Sam was aggressive. Sam got what she wanted, and when she wanted it, and Sam didn't do anything by halves. Anything. Never had.

She hissed out some air from between her lips and teeth and took a soft, wet lick across the surface of the skin of his neck. He tasted like seawater.

Sam grinned, almost ferally. Yeah. She could get off on that.

His reaction to that was like a cat whose fur was stroked the wrong way, but entirely in a good way.

Danny made the sort of choking sound that a teenage boy would be expected to make if that had been done to them, and there was wide-eyed, utterly fascinated teenage boy admiration on his face for her daring.

"Sam!"

"What?" She asked coyly. Another lick.

Danny shuddered, in a good way, and it was entirely possible they were more buoyant in the water for a moment.

Then, starting to breathe harder, he pressed his lips to hers, pulling her closer to him for a deep kiss.

His hands, which were exploring the lines of her back, started to move south...

Now she was starting to get the other side of him, passionate and persistent...

"You didn't answer the question," Sam complained, shaking out her hair and arching her back gently against his touch.

"What?" he said vaguely, lost in the rush of blood to his ears, and elsewhere, when her back arched. Clumsy, gentle hands went down and cupped her bum.

"You didn't answer the question," Sam said calmly. "See, you said 'Sam!' and then I said, 'What?' and you just sort of... choked."

"Unnh," was the only thing he could say in response, as he started working on her neck with his lips and kneading his hands slightly.

"Note to self: remember to ask Danny why he said my name after he's not a raging pile of hormones."

She arched her neck at the sensation there. Yum.

The raging pile of hormones left one of his hands where it was, kneading away, fingers going lower to trace the bare skin of her thigh, and the other slid slowly up her side to her front.

Sam moved--

And then...

A huge wave, seemingly out of nowhere, crashed over both their heads.

Danny sputtered afterwards, his hair hanging lank in his face again.

"You want to go on shore?" he asked, hair still hanging there.

Sam rose to the surface, laughing, and picked his hair up from off of his face, laughing some more.

"Do we haaave to?" She swam away from him and gave him a wicked grin. "Bet I get to the shore before you. Without powers."

"Ha! You wish!" he said, starting to swim for the shore.

She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him forcefully under the water before kicking him behind her and swimming gracefully away.

"Cheater!" he sputtered, when he surfaced again, and he made it to shore a good while after her because he sucked at athletics.

He skidded to a stop in the sand, near where he left his t-shirt, but didn't do it fast enough, and therefore barreled into her and knocked her down onto it, a tangle of fourteen-year-old, soggy teenage boy limbs.

"You totally cheated."

She was under him. This was a pleasant change. She grinned up at him. "Maybe."

They were getting all sandy, but quite frankly, Danny could care less.

He started in on her neck again, a hand creeping up...up...

Sam didn't like not being in control.

She squirmed.

"Is that good squirming or bad squirming," Danny asked, his hand pausing.

Sam made a face. "I wanna be on top."

Danny changed their positions so fast that it seemed like he floated right off the ground to do it.

Oh wait, he did.

"Better?"

Sam grinned. "Much."

She looked at him thoughtfully, then pinned his wrists to the ground familiarly. "This time, you're not moving."

He phased his wrists through her hands and waved them in her face.

"Am I?"

Sam gave him a look that would throw anyone into submission. "I promise you'll enjoy it."