First off, there is a reason this is rated M. A very strong one. Read at you own risk.

Second off, I can't garuntee an update schedule on this. I'll try not to leave you waiting too long, but I make no promises.

Where did all this start? I was lonely as hell, and I'll be the first to admit it, and that is probably part of what started the whole thing. Maybe it wasn't the sole cause for it, but that was what caused me to act on an impulse and accept his proposal.

Even though I'd long since accepted that nothing was ever going to happen between Danny and I, I still had to admit he was a pretty damn good looking guy. Well, he was to me at least, the rest of the female population at our school might think otherwise.

Then again, they didn't know about the amazing muscle Danny kept hidden under all those ridiculously loose tee shirts. Ghost hunting had its perks.

Back on topic, it was my loneliness that had at least some role in the start of our little deals. I was desperate to have some one make me feel special and to feel a man's touch. I wanted to touch and be touched. Damnit, I was lonely and aching to feel something other than my own hands.

So, that is where it started: with me being lonely.

Danny appeared out of seemingly nowhere one day at lunch when Tucker was home sick. It was a Thursday, the one day of the week I usually sat alone since that was the only day that the boys had something to do during lunch. I don't have a clue as to what exactly the pair of them spent their lunch hour doing, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with cars. Regardless, it wasn't anything I was interested in, otherwise I'd join them.

"Sam, I kinda wanna ask you something." His hand was on the back of his neck, whatever he was planning, it wasn't something easy for him to ask.

I smiled at him, trying to calm whatever nerves he must have had. For a half-ghost super hero, he got nervous so easily when confronted with something outside of the ghosts he was used to dealing with. "Ask away, Danny."

"First, I want you to promise me you won't smack me and/or kick me in sensitive areas, regardless of what I ask." I looked for a sense of humor in his eyes, but he was being completely serious. This had me intrigued.

"Alright. You've got one free pass for one question." Hopefully, he wouldn't back out on me.

His hand stayed firmly attached to the back of his neck. "How...how would you feel about a...uh...a friends with benefits deal?" He ended his sentence at a ridiculously fast pace, but that didn't stop me from figuring out what his words had been. Needless to say, it left me shocked beyond compare. I doubt he could have said anything to shock me more.

"I...uh..." How did I feel about that? I needed to buy myself just a little time to think about it. "I don't know. What would the conditions of this deal be?" I guess I really should have known at that point that I was already really considering it.

"I mean...it wouldn't have to be an on-going thing... Just a night if pure pleasure, no strings attached, every once in a while. Hell, we could do it once and never speak of it again if you wanted..." He trailed off, probably thinking he was talking too much.

Honestly, the fact that he was asking this in school, in the middle of lunch, where anyone passing by could hear our discussion, was already enough to make me want to know what he could do in bed. Maybe I had been just the tiniest bit curious before, but if I took him up on his deal, I'd be able find out.

"We could give it a trial run. But, you're going to have to figure out how the hell we're getting away with this." I wasn't quite sure what the hell I was saying, but I knew the implications of the words coming out of my mouth. I was going to end up sleeping with my best friend, and not in an innocent and cute way.

"Tomorrow then?" The hand that been glued to the back of his neck finally moved as my words sparked confidence within him.

"Fine. You better not disappoint me."

Dear god, just how desperate was I?

Out of character? Most likely, but I intend for these two to be seventeen or eighteen and overrun by hormones in this.

Anyway, tell me what you think of this. :)

The Lost Voice