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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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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.

"I can't help it," he said in a hushed, gasping voice. The wriggling made him bite his lip.

She saw that and wriggled some more. "We gotta build up your tolerance, ghost boy."

Letting out a sharp gasp, he said, "I didn't think I could ever be...I never even imagined you'd be..."

"Didn't think it would be like this," he said, his eyes brimming with...something, as he looked up at her, fingers sliding over her cheek, fingers creeping up under her bikini top.

She smiled down at him, dazzling, just for him, eyes full of that same something. "You're a dork."

"Yeah, well, you're--" He sighed, because he couldn't think up any insults. "You're really hot."

"You're hotter," she whispered, and leaned down to nibble on his earlobe.

"Pssh," he said, waving the hand that had been on her cheek.

"...I totally have a right to punch you for that."

Danny just laughed, and said in a badly mangled accent, "Vhat? Iz zere a rule zaying I can't imperzonate raging jerks who don't dezerve 'oo?"

She got up off of him and mock glared, standing up, hands on her hips, before... "Pssht. The best."

"Cooome baaaack," Danny said, smiling, getting up on his elbows and looking pleadingly at her. "I was kidding. Because I really, really like making fun of that guy. Because he was a moron. And I hate him."

A pause. "I could fly to Michigan and ebat him up for you? Would that be nice and romantic?"

"I refuse!" Sam cried. "Ze pain zat you gave me, it vas sooooo biig!"

She paused. "No. But I'd like it anyway."

Danny sat up.

"Please?" he asked, voice cracking, taking her by the hand.

"Well... okay."

She climbed over him, and stamina calming momentarily, rested her head on his chest.

There was something to be said about a young man that could get as incredibly worked up as Danny and yet be willing to just lie there, cuddling his girlfriend and petting her hair, just because that's what she wanted at the moment.

She sighed, and fiddled around for his hand, which she splayed her fingers through, squeezing it. Contentment made her head spin.

"This is amazing."

"Yeah," Danny said contentedly, even though he still had a...problem.

She kissed him warmly, and trailed her fingers over his belly gently, then his cheek. "Thanks."

"Nnng, please don't do that--I'm probably going to have to stay in the water for a good hour as it is," he said pleadingly.

"Yeah," she said, and kissed him.

And kissed him and kissed him and kissed him and... "Wow. I dunno whether I can stop." Kiss.

"Saaaaam," he protested, squirming underneath her.

"I love that I can do this to you," she said honestly, with a wicked grin. "Sorry."

She got off of him.

He sat up, just trying to catch his breath for a moment, and then stood and ran into the water. Again.

"What am I going to do if sometime I don't have a lake or ocean convenient?" he joked with her, over the crash of the waves.