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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 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."

Danny's eyes went wide and his arms obediently slammed back down over his head, where she could pin them.

She smiled and began by kissing one collar bone; then the other; then tracing her lips down one shoulder.

And all this leaving a wet trail behind.

Danny let out a pitiful little groan, his hands clenching into fists.

She moved up to kiss him, hot lips over his, since he seemed to like that so much.

Sam was pleased to find that no matter how ghostly he was, the inside of his mouth felt perfectly normal.

Letting out another strangled moan into her mouth, he arched his back against, her, not really meaning to as the fabric of his swim-trunks was thin and it pretty much meant she could feel everything.

Sam griinnned and just might have brushed over that particular area. Might have. Just lightly.

She got a gasp for that.

He had pretty much degenerated past the capacity to used words.

It didn't take much, for him.

And she might have done it again.

And then she brushed two fingertips across his belly. Lower.

There was a sharp intake of breath, and caution was pretty much thrown to the wind. One hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb gently sliding across the thin, wet fabric.

The other hand wet up to her face, fingers playing over her cheek.

Sam groaned. "Do I have to tie down your wrists with like, anti-ghost rope or something?"

She did wriggle a bit when he touched her. In a good way.

She kissed his fingers... then licked them.