Warning. Contains a massive dose of DxS fluff. Enjoy.

"Ow!"

"Sam, scooch over!"

"Ugh, Danny, your elbow is rammed into my back again!"

"Well where am I supposed to put it?"

"Not there!"

"But I'm totally squashed back here!"

The couple continued to squirm and fidget as they tried in vain to settle in a comfortable position. They had been officially dating for three weeks now and still adjusting to their new status as 'a couple.' Kissing had come easy. After the fake-out make-outs freshman year and their first "real" kiss in Antarctica not long ago, locking lips had quickly become second nature, and one of Danny's favorite pastimes. He would have been perfectly happy to make out for several hours at a time, every day. Sam, on the other hand, had rolled her eyes when he'd brought it up, as if it daily make-out marathons wasn't a perfectly legitimate suggestion.

To Sam, being in a relationship meant being close and holding onto one another, both metaphorically and literally. She insisted on nestling next to him in the theater to watch a movie, curling up beside him on a blanket to gaze at the stars, and even nuzzling up against him while Danny's father blathered on about ghosts. But despite Danny's skills in the snogging department, he was completely inept thus far with snuggling.

"Danny, move your arm, you're hurting my neck now!"

"Again, where am I supposed to put it?" He grunted as he tried to wriggle his arm out from under her. "Can't we just make-out instead?"

"No."

"But it's fun," Danny whined. Sam elbowed him gently in the ribs. "Hey!"

"Look," Sam said, exasperated. "I just want to lie here on the couch and listen to music. With you. It's what couples do."

Danny wiggled some more, now trying to free his leg that had gotten caught between the sofa pillows. "But does it have to be on the couch?" He moaned, "I can barely breathe. What about your bed, it's a queen size, that's gotta be a lot more comfortable."

"Right, that'll be great until my parents see us. My dad will murder you personally and my mom will put me in a convent."

"But you're Jewish."

"You think that's going to stop her?"

"But-"

"Listen ghost-boy. We're staying on this couch, and we're going to get comfortable!" Sam yelled. She wriggled again, nuzzling the top of her head into Danny's neck and once more trapping his arm between her spine and his chest. Danny sighed, resigning himself to a future of cuddling misery as he blew some of her hair off his face. After less than a minute, his arm was starting to ache and Danny wished there was some way to move it without disturbing Sam. If only he could make it go through -

Oh yeah, duh.

Danny could have smacked himself. He had ghost powers! Why didn't he think of this three weeks ago? Carefully, Danny let his trapped arm go intangible and he pushed it forward.

"Ahh!" Sam scrambled off the couch and whirled around to face Danny, her eyes wide. Upon noticing his arm, or rather the lack thereof, she narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "Did you just stick your arm through me?" Danny cringed, sufficiently answering her question. "Don't ever do that again," she spat. "It's, ugh, it's creepy." She shuddered.

"But I -"

"No. Phase through anything else, I don't care. Just not through me. Ever." Danny gulped and nodded. Sam softened gaze, slightly. "Let's try this one more time, ghost-boy." She gently settled back into her position on the couch, albeit with her head resting up against Danny's chest instead of his neck this time. Danny draped his free arm across her midriff, pulling her in close and let his other arm fall intangibly through the couch, his fingers barely brushing the floor underneath. It tingled a little, but compared to the torture of the last hour this current position was incredibly pleasant.

"Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"You comfortable?"

"Mmhm," she mumbled in ascent. Danny gave her a gentle squeeze and she nestled in closer.

"Me too."