Sam yawned and sat up, glancing around to check where she was. Carly's sofa, ok, that made sense. She stood up and pulled at her t-shirt. Should do for another day. Briefly stretching, she smiled to herself and padded into the kitchen to hunt out breakfast. Instead, she found Carly standing with her arms crossed watching her.
"Oh... hey Carls," Sam said guiltily. Carly smiled at her.
"You need to sleep at home sometimes, Sam," she said. Sam rolled her eyes.
"But your sofa was right here!" The two girls burst out laughing.
"I'm goin' out to get some food, the fridge is empty," Carly said. "I wouldn't need to but someone had a midnight snack..." Sam grinned again.
"What can I say? Mama loves her food." She went back to the sofa and lay down on it again.
"Wake me up when you have breakfast."
"I won't be long," Carly replied. "Oh, and Freddie's upstairs doing some tech stuff. Please don't bother him." Sam smiled sweetly at her.
"What do you take me for?"

Freddie stood back to admire his work.
"Carly is gonna love me for this... no, love this. She's gonna... focus, Freddie!" he muttered to himself. Behind him, the door swung open silently and Sam crept in, a mischievous smirk on her face.
"Suprise!" she shouted suddenly, jumping on his back. He legs locked around his waist, pinning his arms to his sides, and her arms snaked around his head, one hand clamping over his mouth. Freddie tried to cry out and staggered backward, barely keeping his balance until he hit the wall and dislodged Sam from his back. The two collapsed to the floor, Freddie on top.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" he gasped, turning around to face her. Sam grinned and stuck out her tongue.
"Just having a bit of fun, Fredward," she laughed. Freddie groaned and grabbed her wrists, pushing her arms back against the wall.
"It's not funny, Sam," he snapped. "Say you're sorry." Sam laughed again and pulled her legs up, planting her bare feet on Freddie's chest.
"Oh, you wanna fight with mama?" she asked, pushing him onto his back. She jumped on him and straddled his waist, pinning his hands down under her own.
"You know you're no match for me," she whispered. Freddie growled and bucked his hips, surprising Sam and dislodging her. She managed to avoid him before he could sit on her, but he managed to get an arm around her neck and pulled her into a chokehold.
"Apologise, Sam!" he said as Sam grabbed at his arms, trying to pull them away from her throat.
"Man..." she gasped. "Someone's been working out." She gave up on struggling with his arms and instead got her feet flat on the ground, pushing her body up off the ground before letting it drop back onto Freddie. He yelped as her butt slammed into his groin and lost his grip on her. She turned over and straddled his chest, smirking down at him as he writhed beneath her.
"Give up yet, Fredward?" she asked mockingly.
"Never," he replied. Sam grinned and slid forward to sit as high on his chest as she could, pinning Freddie's arms beneath her legs and gripping his head tightly between her thighs.
"Come on!" Sam said, slapping the boy around the face.
"Sam, cut it out!" Freddie shouted, struggling to dislodge her. He swung his legs up to try to knock her off of him, but she easily caught a hold of them and tucked them under her armpits, bending him uncomfortably and completely immobilizing him.
"You ain't getting outta this one, Freddie," Sam whispered, bending over his face and smirking. "Tap. Out." Freddie growled and tried to struggle again, but Sam had him tightly pinned and he could barely move.
"Ok!" he gasped eventually. "You win, Sam! You win!"

Sam grinned and let go of Freddie's legs, letting them drop and leaving him groaning in pain. She slid back but remained sitting on Freddie's stomach, pinning his arms by his sides. He looked up at her and fear spread across his face.
"Come on, Sam, you've had your fun," he said slowly. "Get off me, yeah?" Sam laughed maliciously and shook her head.
"Not yet, nub," she said quietly. "First, mama wants you to show some respect. Kiss my foot." She planted her bare sole on his face, wiggling her toes tauntingly.
"What? No!"
"Come on, Fredward. Mama owns you. Show me you know it." Freddie tried to pull his head back but Sam held him tight, slapping her foot over his face.
"Kiss it, kiss it, kiss it," she demanded, punctuating each word with a slap. Freddie groaned as the foot landed on his face again, and reluctantly kissed the bare sole. Sam laughed and bent low over Freddie's face.
"You belongs to mama now," she whispered, before suddenly jumping up and leaving him lying embarrassed on the floor.
"See ya later, Fredward."