The Morning After

Rating: T

Notes: Alt-Speed Date ending. Written for Croctober Challenge.

Summary: Carly and Freddie kiss in the Groovy Smoothie, Carly takes Freddie back to her place. The next morning, they discuss what happened and if it changes anything. Written for Croctober Challenge.

Carly had seen into his eyes, they were gazing deep, hard, passionate, Carly saw a vision flash before her eyes. That the look on his face, it almost scared her, with how real it seemed, how close they were, how they could taste each other's scent, and panicking. Carly leaned into the crook of his neck and held it there. No, that wouldn't do. Carly wouldn't panic like that .

Instead of averting their gaze, she let it linger, and leaned into him, and kissed the boy with the brown hair. It was sweet, romantic, natural. They both felt the other shiver and flutter. Fireworks didn't explode, but their relationship had never been about fireworks, it was working together, being comfortable with each other.

"That was nice." Freddie didn't want to scare her off, this in the end, might not mean what he so dearly hoped for, whilst it was romantic, he knew it could be seen as just a kiss. Something to thank him for protecting Carly, for keeping her company.

"Yeah, it was really sweet. I liked it." They danced for a little more, kissed few more times, before T-Bo had to shut the shop. Carly felt something, not love, not outright lust, but something in-between. Something sensual, her emergent libido peaking, telling her not to let the night finish just yet.

He was holding her hand, as they walked back home, Freddie knowing that he might not get to do the same again tomorrow, as they walked back to the plaza. "Freddie.. do you maybe want to come back to my place?"

"Uh, it's getting kinda late, but yeah, my mom won't mind if I'm with you, do you wanna watch a movie or something?" Freddie pulled out his phone, to send a text message, letting her know where he'd be.

"Or something... I was thinking a.. sleepover." Carly replied.

"Do you want me to ring Sam?"

"No, it's cool, I'm sure Sam is probably home by now, or staying with Wendy, if she didn't meet up with us like she said she would."

"I guess so." Freddie liked where this was going, if they were going to watch a movie, he could try to put the moves on, the yawn and arm stretch, always a classic. Maybe he'd be able to steal a few more kisses before the night was over, and he'd go back to being her "just a friend".

Carly pulled him around to the back entrance, down into the car park, and then to the service elevator. Carly got out the special key, and pushed the elevator button not for the kitchen/living room, or the studio, but the middle floor, which contained Carly's bedroom.

"Um, Carls, where are we going?" He knew the answer, or very much what the most likely answer was, but needed to hear it for himself. His heart started pounding in his chest.

The elevator started moving, Carly told him, "My bedroom Freddie, is that a problem?" Freddie could think of a few.

"Spencer?"

"He's probably asleep by now."

"What my mom might think?"

"That you're growing up? Who says we need to tell her anyway?" Freddie groaned, the last thing he needed was to be the object of some secret rendezvous, not allowed to tell anyone about what happened.

"I'm not sure this is right Carly, you don't have to do anything like that, like I need some kind of reward."

"Tell me this isn't right." Carly leaned over and delivered a brain melting kiss. His minor objections fled, leaving only the larger thoughts, directly related to himself, and her, in his head.

"Are you sure about this?" Freddie stammered out. Whilst on the face of it, it was what he, or what any teenage guy wanted. But this wasn't how he pictured in his mind. Sam would call him lame, or nubbish, but he wanted it to be romantic. He wanted to take her out, show her how much she meant to him, treat her well. In a way however, wasn't rescuing her from a crappy night romantic anyway?

"Are you in, or out?" Carly played with his mouth, nipping at his lips, brushing herself over his tongue, wanting him to start participating. Freddie remained in thought, going through the motions, struggling to make the decision.

Would this make them boyfriend and girlfriend? No, why would he be so stupid as to believe that. Carly had spent the entire first part of the night with a different guy. How can you go from 'speaking of guys Carly doesn't want to date' to 'come to my bedroom Freddie' in the space of days?

One side, his body, his hormones, screaming at the top of their little voices, to go with her. His brain, his heart, knowing that you get invited to a girl's bedroom for one thing, or something very close to that thing, but not because they necessarily liked you back much more than on a purely physical level. His body might get what it wanted, but his heart might get hurt even more when Carly took it all away from him again.

Carly stopped for a moment, sensing his hesitance. "We can talk about it in the morning Freddie, you still want to be with me right?" The thought of abandoning Carly made his decision for him, he'd do what he'd always done, take the good before the bad. This had the potential to be very good. Now the decision was made, Freddie threw himself into the task before him, mind and body.

Freddie pushed Carly up against the rear wall of the elevator, causing Carly to huff, as he started running his hands through her hair, his right leg pushing her opposite just slightly apart, and he attacked her neck with intent, sucking, biting, just enough to make Carly gasp, but not enough to actually hurt. As the elevator rose, he lifted her arms above her head, and partly pulled off the black and blue butterfly top she was wearing. He pulled it just high enough for it to cover her eyes, her nose, but not her mouth, and he planted a kiss on the unsuspecting girl.

Freddie followed the chains, from around her neck, down to her black satin bra, placing one hand over the silken cup, touching it reverentially, wondering if he should do anything more. Carly made some soft noises from behind the black shirt her arms were entangled in, and Freddie helped Carly take it off completely, having to push back from the wall to pop it off.

Freddie stared. From her long hair, to her eyes, nose, mouth, that mouth, and further down, taking in every curve and feature of Carly's supple body. All rational thought left his mind. The elevator wasn't the only thing rising. Carly saw him, down there, and blushed in response, to know that even though it was something of an automatic response, Carly knew that it was her causing it, it was almost embarrassing, and Carly held the shirt in her hands bashfully.

Freddie realized that he was lucky no-one else decided to get in, from one of the lower floors perhaps, or even Spencer going up to the studio for some reason. The elevator made it's usual noise, and ground to a halt, as the door opened out into the 2nd floor. Carly peeked her head out, just in case anyone was up here, like Spencer looking through some of the rooms that he used for material storage, before grabbing Freddie by the wrist and pulling him over into her room, locking the door shut behind them.

AN: This will most likely be only a two-shot.