Jean and Danny

Jean and Danny 12 (finale)

"Oh," was all I could say after his long explanation about... Well... The realm of fantasies.

Danny smiled nervously as he watched me, and I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to say.

He'd certainly... Been... Very creative with his fantasies. Some of them were ones I'm not even sure I would've been able to think of... Ever. Some were so creative they were scary, while others were ones I'd had as well... So, I guess I was kind of happy with his truthful explanation. I was also glad that he hadn't left anything out, as well, because if he did that... Despite the fact that I wasn't exactly happy to hear about all of his fantasies... I would've been a little... Well... Worried.

I was surprised that I turned him on that much. I mean, really? I was just his boyfriend. I didn't do anything special, usually... Especially nothing like the things I did inside his skull. I couldn't even imagine myself doing most of the things the he imagined me doing.. Which was saying something. A big something.

I'd told him about my own ones, too, and it really made a subject that scared me seem... Well... Simple, I guess. It wasn't like it was evil, or anything. We were just talking about the stuff that was inside our heads... Getting it out in the open, I guess. Yeah. There's nothing wrong with that.

Well, I guess if there had been something wrong with talking about that kind of stuff, Danny wouldn't have mentioned it. Or he would've been giggling like a school girl the whole time. But, no, he was just discussing it like it was an interesting topic. One that he didn't really talk about with other people all that often, I guess.

Danny looked at me, staring intently as he gauged my expression, and I looked back at him, gingerly. I wasn't sure what we were supposed to do after all that talking about something I'd never discussed before. Were we supposed to... Go to bed?

I gulped, and blushed a little. I wasn't exactly ready to go to sleep, if you understand what I mean, my sheets would've been all sticky when I woke up the next morning, and I wasn't exactly looking forward to the idea of having Danny wake up and... See that stuff.

"What?" He asked, thoughtfully, as he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Are you tired?" I asked, cautiously. I wasn't really sure what else to say, because... Well... I'd never really had anyone sleep in my bed before, and I was kind of nervous.

Danny shrugged, then yawned. "A little. But, I'm okay to keep talking for a while, if you want?" He offered, smiling politely.

I nodded, then grinned, the nervousness subsiding. Although, it came back a few seconds later after I'd realized that I hadn't exactly planned a conversation topic to discuss with him. I was kind of... Well... Blank.

"O-okay... What do you want to talk about?" I asked, hoping that he'd have a topic in mind.

He shrugged, then eyed my jacket. "How about we negotiate?" he asked, cheekily.

I raised my eyebrow, skeptically. "If it involves me taking off clothes, you'll be arguing with me for a while," I teased, and Danny chuckled.

He leaned closer to me, and I felt his shoulder brush against mine as he did so. "Are you sure? I can think of ways to get your clothes off that won't involve any arguing," he shot back, cheekily.

My cheeks flushed as my brain flashed images of Danny stripping me, much to my protests.

"You can think of them, but they're not happening," I deadpanned, much to a part of me, and Danny's disappointment.

"C'mon, you're gonna have to get changed into your nightwear, right? Might as well let me watch. Give me something to do?" Danny offered, and I could see the mischievous glint in his eyes again.