Carly rolled over in her bed and her eyes snapped open at the sound of a creaking. She held her breath, listening intently, wondering if she'd just imagined it...
Creee... There it was again! She tilted her head slightly to see her bedroom door slowly opening, a thin beam of light from outside the door gradually widening as the door opened further. A dark figure appeared eclipsed against the light, before the door swung noisily back behind it. Carly shivered slightly and pulled herself under the covers more, not daring to breathe. It couldn't be Spencer, he never went anywhere quietly... She cringed at the slow, soft sound of footsteps across the floor, getting closer and closer to her bed...
"Carls? Are you awake?"
Carly breathed out a sigh of relief and glared up at the shadowy figure.
"Sam! What are you doing here?" she demanded, pushing herself into a sitting position. Sam reached over and flicked on the lamp, blasting light on the two girls. Carly instinctively pulled her covers self-consciously over her body, but Sam simply sat down on the edge of the bed. She was still wearing the same clothes she'd had on during the earlier iCarly, minus the shoes and socks she'd presumably left somewhere.
"I was crashing on your couch and I felt cold. Can I share your bed?" she asked casually. Carly bit her lip and nodded.
"Ok, sure. But this is the last time I'm letting you do this!" Sam grinned and slipped under the covers as Carly shuffled over to give her room. Sam let out a satisfied sigh as she lay down.
"Ah man, that feels good..." she murmured, pulling the covers up to her shoulders. Carly smiled and switched off the lamp, turning her back to Sam and closing her eyes.
"You know, Carls..." Sam whispered. "Your hair smells real pretty today." Carly raised an eyebrow but kept her eyes shut. She shuddered slightly as she felt Sam's foot on her bare leg.
"And your skin is so smooth," came Sam's voice again. Carly could feel the girl's breath on her neck now, and her foot was rubbing up and down her leg.
"Sam, what are you-" Carly cut herself off mid-sentence as Sam's arms encircled her body and she felt hands on her breasts.
"Sam, don't..." Carly said quietly. Sam ignored her and began gently kissing her neck, massaging her breasts as she did so.
"Sam!" Carly snapped, pushing Sam off of her. She rolled over and flicked the lamp back on.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sam smiled flirtatiously up at her, propping herself up on one shoulder.
"Don't get so worked up about it, Carls," Sam laughed. "Just calm down, it'll relax you." Carly shook her head, throwing the covers back and getting out of her bed.
"Look, Sam, you're gonna have to go back down to the couch, this is getting weird." Sam swung her legs back out of the bed.
"Well, if you're sure..." she replied slowly. Carly nodded firmly and opened the door. Sam pouted and slunk back out of the room.
"Sleep tight," she whispered as the door swung shut.