Darling (Danny Phantom exe Fanfic)

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I quietly moved to the kitchen, determined to prepare something special for us before Danny woke up. Opting for a simple yet comforting dish, I made pasta, my heart fluttering with the excitement of surprising him. By the time the clock struck 9 p.m., I knew it was time to wake him up.

Entering the living room, I paused to watch Danny sleep. His face was relaxed, a soft smile playing at his lips as he breathed deeply. The sight was so endearing it made my heart ache. I crouched beside him, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "Danny, wake up," I whispered tenderly.

He stirred, his hand reaching out instinctively to clasp mine. The touch was unexpected and electrifying, sending a shiver down my spine. I found myself momentarily frozen, captivated by the warmth of his hand entwined with mine.

When he opened his eyes and saw me, he offered a sleepy, drowsy smile that made my heart flutter. "You hungry? I made pasta," I said, trying to sound casual despite my racing pulse.

Still holding my hand, he sat up, his eyes still half-closed. "Yeah." He followed me to the kitchen, not letting go of my hand. I had already set the table, and we sat on the stools. The kitchen was softly lit, casting a warm glow that made the evening feel intimate and cozy. I reluctantly withdrew my hand, though the warmth of his touch lingered.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked, taking a bite of the pasta.

He nodded, savoring the taste. "Yeah, and this is really good." He pointed to the dish with a smile that made me blush. I grinned back, the easy conversation and his presence making everything feel right. After finishing our meal, he helped me clean up, his easy camaraderie adding a touch of warmth to the evening.

As we cleaned, our hands brushed against each other, each accidental touch sending a small jolt of electricity through me. We chatted about trivial matters, laughing and sharing stories as we worked together. The simple act of doing something mundane with him felt extraordinary, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the time we were spending together.

With the dishes done, we settled on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping us. "Aren't you going to head home soon?" I asked, nudging him playfully.

"Why? Do you want me to leave?" He caught my finger, which had been poking him, and held it gently, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I pouted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affection. "I didn't mean it like that."

He responded by poking my pout, his touch light and teasing. "Cute," he said, making me blush even more. His gaze softened, and he pulled me into a warm embrace. I rested my head against his neck, inhaling his comforting scent—something floral, like lavender.

As we held each other, the warmth of his body against mine felt perfect. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a seriousness that made my heart race. His gaze shifted to my lips, and I felt a rush of anticipation. Is he going to kiss me? I wondered, my pulse quickening.

He closed the distance between us, pressing his lips gently to mine. The kiss was slow and tender, filled with a sweetness that made my knees weak. My hands found their way to his neck, and his arms encircled my waist, pulling me closer. The world around us seemed to dissolve, leaving only the soft, intimate moment between us.

When we finally parted, breathless and a little dazed, he rested his forehead against mine. His voice was a whisper, laced with emotion. "Ashley, I like you. From the very beginning, I've had feelings for you. You make me incredibly happy, and I want to be with you like this always. But if you don't feel the same way, I understand. I just had to tell you, or I'd regret it."

His confession filled me with a mix of joy and relief. Without thinking, I kissed him again, this time more passionately. "You talk too much," I murmured against his lips, smiling as I felt the warmth of his body against mine.

When we finally pulled apart, I raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in my eye. "So, are we a thing now?"

He chuckled, pulling me into a tight embrace. "Yes, we are," he confirmed, his voice filled with tenderness.

We lingered in each other's arms, savoring the moment. The soft hum of the evening was punctuated by the distant sound of rain tapping gently against the windows. The ambiance was cozy and intimate, the perfect setting for our newfound connection.

After a while, Danny broke the silence with a soft, reflective tone. "You know, I've always believed that moments like this are rare. I'm really glad we're sharing it."

I nodded, resting my head on his shoulder. "Me too. It feels like everything just fell into place."

We stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Eventually, I reluctantly broke the silence. "So, what's next for us?"

Danny looked at me with a warm smile. "I guess we'll figure it out together. For now, I just want to enjoy being here with you."

The night continued with quiet conversations and shared laughter. As the evening wore on, we made plans for the future, talking about everything from casual outings to more serious dreams and aspirations. The connection between us deepened with every word and shared glance.

As Danny finally prepared to leave, he took my hand, his touch lingering. "I had a really great time tonight," he said softly.

"Me too," I replied, squeezing his hand. "Thanks for being here."

He smiled, leaning in for one last kiss. "I'll see you soon," he promised.

I watched him walk away, the night air cool against my skin. Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it, a contented smile on my lips. The storm outside seemed distant now, overshadowed by the warmth of the evening and the promise of what lay ahead.