Disclaimer: I lay no claim to iCarly. I just like making Sam and Carly do stuff with each other.
Please review, it's like crack to me. Be my dealer.
It's 1:24am when a cold hand slides around my waist. I know this because my eyes snap open and I see the neon numbers glowing in front of me. My body stiffens until a coil of hair brushes my shoulder and it smells all warm and animal-y. Sam's smell.
"Hey Carls. Didn't mean to wake you." Her breath pushes against the back of my neck and it makes me shiver. She misinterprets this and pulls the blanket around us higher, moving her hand off me. I want to tell her to put it back, but my mouth and brain are thick with sleep, but she puts it back anyway.
And it might sound strange that my best friend breaks into my apartment nearly every night and sleeps with me – and to be honest, it is. But I've gotten used to it. I'd miss it if it stopped. And sometimes there's a reason she comes over, and she'll be upset and I'll get a glimpse of the real Sam, the lonely little girl who can't see the good in herself. It's those times I hate the most, because I can't really help her, but I love them too, because I know I'm the only one she shows this side too. Or sometimes she'll be drunk. But not often. Those nights she spends on the sofa because she doesn't want to share that night, she's numbed it for the time being. And sometimes I think it's just because she misses me, and honestly, I have difficulty sleeping alone now. Everytime I wake up I turn to look for her. It's just what we do.
Tonight's one of those nights, when she's lonely and just wants to be here. And wake up to bacon of course. So I snuggle back down into my pillow and go back to sleep, sensing Sam's warmth behind me, and her arm burning my waist.
It's morning. I know this because I can see. I'm confused for a moment; I don't usually snap awake like this. The first thing I notice is Sam's hand is under my shirt and she's pressed up against me tight. The second thing I notice is that her hand is moving. Down. It gets to my waistband and slides over the top and it's a hell of a thing to wake up to and maybe the best alarm clock in the world. Sam makes a little noise in my ear. That snaps me out of my daze a little and I turn around in her arms to face her. And I guess I'm still not really thinking because that just puts my face so close to hers. I try to scoot back a little, but the hand that was sliding over my pants is on my ass now, pulling us together. I go to speak, but I'm distracted by how well our hips fit together and how I'm liking the feeling of Sam's breasts against mine a little too much. I shake my head and sneak a look at Sam.
And I'm so confused. Because her eyes are closed and her face is relaxed but a little twitchy. I shake her shoulder and her head lolls back and forth. It also has the unexpected side effect of making her grab my ass tighter which sets off a chain reaction of me jerking my hips forward into her and moaning when she reacts similarly. I stop moving. I figure it has to help. Okay. Sam's asleep. I've established that. I also know that when Sam's asleep, she's hard to make un-asleep. And unfortunately, I can't smell any bacon frying, which is like smelling salts to Sam, so I rule out that possibility of salvation. Or in Sam's case, salivation. It's times like this I'm reminded why I have my own webshow. And I've gotten sidetracked again. Because honestly, being in Sam's arms feels so safe and comfortable I could just go back to sleep. But despite being asleep, Sam's thoughts are apparently in a much different kind of sleep. Her hips are moving against me slowly and it's very distracting to say the least. I can see her eyes moving under her eyelids and I think maybe she's waking up, so I whisper "Sam?" and her nose crinkles up and I can't help but smile she's so cute. Our faces are still millimetres apart, so although it's barely a whisper, I still hear her say,
"Carly?" I grab her shoulders and nod, feeling like an idiot when I realise she can't see me. And then her lips are touching mine. Even asleep her aim is perfect, or maybe I'd just subconsciously lined them up, but either way – Sam is kissing me.
At some point I realise it's me doing the kissing, because Sam is asleep and it was just an impulse to move her lips forward, and she knows she's kissing, but she's asleep so her lips aren't really moving. And I get this really big stab of – guilt? shock? that I kept it going. Our lips make a little sound when they come apart, and Sam murmurs softly, eyebrows furrowing. I can't look at her. Even though she's asleep, I can't look at her. I'm just trying to breathe. It's way too early for this. It was kind of funny – ooh, Sam's having a sexy dream and acting it out – but it just got serious because I liked what Sam was doing to me. And the room's suddenly too bright and I have to close my eyes.
The smell of bacon fills the room, and suddenly I'm tumbling to the floor, and Sam's already out the door. I just stare at my hands, still hot from touching Sam's bare skin and I don't want to think.
A/N: I wrote this because someone reviewed my first FF, iNeed A Hand. I wasn't joking about the crack-thing. I'll write like crazy if you tell me you like my stuff.