Morning...
Danny woke up first. He felt rather comfortable... Then he realized why. He was spooning his best friend and *cough* secret *cough*cough* crush. *cough* Wait! He was spooning his best friend!
Danny didn't move, he didn't want to wake Sam.
Danny looked down, coming to a realization he was in his boxers. He blushed, and slowly started to slip his arm off and away from Sam's stomach.
But to his surprise, a hand snatched his own pulling it back to its original position.
He perked up, face still red. "Sam? Are you awake?" He whispered.
She groaned, "maybe..."
"Can I have my arm back?"
"...no..."
"...I hope you realize I'm not wearing pants right now..."
She smiled, which Danny didn't notice, then tried to go back to sleep.
"C'mon Sammy...."
"Mmmph... Don't call me Sammy..." Sam said, sleep drunk.
"You like it."
"Do you not understand English?"
"I don't have to know English to know you like it when I call you Sammy," Danny persisted, also sleep-drunk.
"Dammit Danny..." She said, turning around to face him.
"I guess I can call you Sammy now, can't I?"
"....grrrrr..."
"Sammy Sammy Sammy!" He said in a sing songy voice.
"Ugh..."
It's gonna be a long morning.
