Killer Tuna Redux 3: We Grew Up at Midnight

by illusorygentleman

Set just after Never is Enough's surprise ending, our cast must come to terms with new revelations, new feelings, and even some new characters that could complicate the delicate love square that seemed ideal in the fantasy bubble in LA but rainy Seattle has a way of opening eyes. Multiple continued pairings and rated a hard M for language and content.

1. Chapter 1

Is this real life? Is this actually a new chapter of a new story? From me? Your eyes do not deceive you. SVAD and I had every intention of having this up months ago. Getting this story going after Never is Enough but for some reason (several reasons truly) I just kept putting it off and putting it off. This picks up almost immediately after Countdown ended. I shouldn't waste any more time babbling, should I? Here we go...

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Former iCarly Studios

Shay Apartment

Seattle, WA

"So… how are… things?" Freddie asked awkwardly, his face trying to maintain some kind of form as the feverish heat rushed to his cheeks. "Guess you made… ah… good time…"

After a fantastic date and even a better night together, Freddie and Sam were not expecting their morning to play out anywhere close to how it transpired. They assumed that they'd spend the morning together cuddling, eating a light breakfast and most definitely going for another round or two of lovemaking before they would finally accept that the next day had dawned, Marissa would be on her way, and they'd have to get on with their day. Neither remotely considered having their mutual best friend of the last several years show up on Freddie's doorstep several hours early to catch them in various states of undress.

As those original plans were dashed with Carly's arrival, they had to exchange awkward, embarrassing greetings, then the former couple excused themselves to quickly clean themselves up, eat a quick and awkward breakfast, and were now sitting in the old beanbag chairs that the trio would sit and hang out during their friendship before Carly left to spend time with her father. They watched as Carly simply paced in front of them as if they had been caught and sent to the principal's office, just like the week before, clearly having a lot of questions with her expression being any indication.

"Yeah…" the dark haired newcomer said, shaking her head. She turned to look at her two friends, only getting a second to meet their eyes before squinting and shaking her head. "Just wanted to surprise my friends. The platonic bickering friends that I left. You remember them?"

They glanced to one another in from the corner of their respective eyes, trying to gage each other's assessment of the situation and the mental health of their friend. Each saw in the other's eyes the concern for her and the mild embarrassment that she had found out their little arrangement in such an explicit manner.

"Carls, I-"

"Not right now Sam… I need to… think… preferably about anything else…" Any other thoughts or possibly conversation was interrupted when Carly finally stopped pacing and turned to face her friends. She hastily asked, as if she had been bottling up the questions for too long, "When did you two get back together? Why didn't you tell me? I've been telling you, like, everything that's been happening with me in Italy and you've kept secrets from me again?"

"Well… ah… it's…" The former/current couple shared another glance then Sam looked to her friend to answer with a surprisingly weak voice coming from the tough girl, "it's a… complicated and a long story… we haven't been… you know… 'together' all that long…" She glanced to Freddie, hoping he'd back her answer, but he was just stone faced stoic, so she figured it was on her to continue, with a hesitant gaze towards Carly, "…in fact… last night was really our first… date together again…"

"Oh? First date and you…. You both…" Carly raised an eyebrow, clearly feeling a bit embarrassed with jumping to a conclusion and interrupting their morning, though knowing that her two best friends had had sex was enough of a shock. It was probably just as an awkward time for them in the aftermath of reconnecting, but still… Freddie nor Sam ever seemed like the 'type' to do that. She nervously continued, "Sorry… I just… you two… and doing…that… on, ah… your first date? So I take it that things started happening when you came back?"

"I mean…" Sam tightened her smile and looked to Freddie again, not even attempting to hide the fact that she was consulting him for just the right way to phrase her answer, but he was being surprisingly unhelpful. After a few moments, she finally received a supportive glance from him then replied, "Well… you could say that. We obviously started hanging out again when I got back and well…" She tightened her smile, showing an odd bit of embarrassment for her, then finished, "…we started… reconnecting and one thing… you know… led to another…"

"Which was in his bed?" Carly quickly finished, then blushed at saying such a thing. As soon as she had seen Sam come into view wearing one of Freddie's shirts, and ONLY that shirt, her mind raced with various images of the two engaged in various acts that had to happen the previous night. A piece of her desperately wanted to ask them details about it, but her more rational and tasteful side held her tongue on the matter. "Did you just slip and fall out of your clothes too?"

Freddie snorted out, trying to stifle a laugh while Sam surprisingly slightly frowned and directed a disapproving glance at the normally mature teen.

"Look…" Carly saw she had really stepped in it with her comment, so she quickly raised her hands and added, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to come off as… judging you. It's just so… unexpected. All of this is just… I mean… I didn't even imagine this when you guys were dating… let alone… now… ugghhh… I need a shower… hot water to burn my eyes and brain maybe…"

"I know it's… something… but it's alright, Carly. We know you didn't mean anything by it; you're just… surprised and really…" Freddie picked up with a disarming and forgiving smirk. He looked to Sam before he continued, "We're a little surprised with it ourselves. We thought we had settled everything when we broke up, but obviously things weren't as resolved as either of us thought… We're obviously keeping it quiet. The last thing we need is the old Seddie fans to go blasting all over the internet that we're back together when we're…" He sighed and glanced to Sam, trying to get her take on the matter before finishing, but now it was her turn to just stare at him as he verbally dug his hole, "…complicated. They wouldn't understand and just leap back onto the bandwagon."

"Yeah, the Creddies were pretty upset when… me and Freddie broke up," Carly replied with a bashful smile, glancing towards Freddie. The handsome former tech-producer returned a gentle smile, reassuring her that things between them were still fine after the breakup of their extremely short long distance fling. "So… wait… what do you mean by 'complicated'? So are you together or not?"

"Carls, it's just… it's not that simple." The blonde opted to answer, "Freddie and I… We're friends, but also more than that. We aren't like… a thing or whatever… but we have something… we're trying to figure out exactly how much more we are than that. It's why we had the date, to see if there was really a chance to rekindle what we have, maybe see where we went wrong and fix it or maybe we really are just better off as friends."

"Oh, well that makes perfect sense…" Carly's face lightened up, rolling her eyes with a slight grin, knowing as well as they did that it was anything but a reasonable explanation. "Oh, I can understand. Two people who fight all the time hang out, go on a date, and then… do it."

"I know it's… not really what you were expecting, but Carly… you may tell us pretty much everything that you do or feel, but…" He picked up before glancing to Sam, hoping she would back him on this, "…it's not the same for us anymore… we have boundaries with other people and have to respect their privacy."

"So, that's what you've been up to since you two have been here?" the pale girl spoke up finally making her way to seat on a nearby chair, her eyes never really leaving the 'couple,' wondering if a second was all it took for them to just go at one another again. "Just fooling around and trying to figure out what you two are to one another?"

"Not exclusively," Freddie answered with a half-smile and a shake of his head. "I've been focusing on school and work. I'm basically ready for graduation and trying my best to build up a nest egg for college."

"Yeah, I can barely see him half the time," Sam chimed in, hoping that the knowledge that they weren't just knocking boots all the time might make it a little easier for her to swallow. "He's really busy."

"Wouldn't that have made it harder for you two to do all this 'reconnecting?'"

"Oh…" Sam was quick to point out, with a sly grin toward her beau, but he clearly wasn't in the mood for a joke. "I made the time."

"Clearly…" Carly heaved a breath, still trying to decide if she needed to burn the images from her brain of if she should focus on them. They seemed really happy, and maybe it was best not to push this since… whatever this was… it was something that seemed to work. "But what about since I've been gone? I know you couldn't have told me everything that happened while you were in L.A. What about Freddie's trip down there to visit you?"

"Well, he really went down there because he thought I was dying or whatever… but it all got worked out." Sam took a few swallows of air, her mind flashing back to the insane start of this whole situation, and decided retelling it in the most 'PG' way might be the best course of action. "But he met Jade and everything. So this last time was more about her, but everything worked out fine."

"Wait…" the raven haired young woman narrowed her eyes as if a lightbulb was going off, "so you and Jade-"

"She's really something else…" Freddie quickly replied with the kind of tone that could just as easily imply that she was a crazy person, or that she was truly great, and hopefully such a bipolar response could distract enough that he could turn the conversation back onto her, knowing that the question that would follow might expose the real complications of how things were. "Anything you've been up to that you haven't texted or called us about?"

"Well…" Carly unexpectedly pursed her lips, feeling a bit of heat rise in her cheeks that something didn't feel right about any of this, but maybe that was for another time, then suddenly shook her head and answered, "Nothing much I haven't already been telling you: going to school, learning Italian, enjoying the countryside, and…"

"Enjoying the boys?" Sam asked with a cocked eyebrow and a half smirk.

"Sam!"

"Hey, it was one of the reasons that you went, if I recall…" the aggressive former bully laughed, looking to see if shifting the more 'carnal' thoughts from what she and Freddie definitely did to the exceptionally low possibilities of what Carly might have done. "Do all the guys look like Ralph Macchio?"

"The Karate Kid?" Freddie said, looking over at her as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Momma likes what Momma likes…"

"I may have said that about the guys, but…" She looked to Freddie, feeling a bit embarrassed and maybe a little fearful that he thought she may have been doing that while they had their long distance relationship. "…that wasn't a real reason I jumped at the chance. I certainly wasn't seeing any when I got there if that's… you know…"

"Carly…" Freddie directed an understanding and supportive smile, and for a split second, every other problem melted from Carly's mind, just entranced by that handsome look she fell for long ago. "It's alright for you to have dated after we ah… broke up."

"I know…" The brunette was quick to add, "I still really wasn't seeing anyone. I may have hung out with a guy or two, but they really were just other kids on the base. We ah…"

"You don't have to go into detail Carly…" the blonde usual comic relief chimed in, "What happens in Italy, stays in Italy."

"I thought that was Vegas?" Freddie peeped with a cocky laugh.

"Can you let the poor girl have this, dude?" Sam laughed, her hand moving to her beaus arm for a moment, but recoiling when she saw that the newly arrived third wheel noticed. "I'm trying to give Carly an out here,"

"I know… and I appreciate it Sam," she replied with a sigh as she shook her head. "But it's not necessary. Nothing… like you guys… happened. I barely even kissed one guy."

"And how many girls?" her former cohost fired back with a laugh, and the look on Carly's face was one of pure terror.

"I… I'm not…"

"I'm kidding, Carls… relax…" Sam just sighed and shook her head. She turned her back to Freddie, allowing him to rub her back, away from Carly's prying eyes, and asked, "So, did you make any real friends… or were they just hanging onto you for iCarly?"

"Casual friends for the most part, settling into a routine mainly because we spoke English," she perked up when a particular person came to mind, "though…"

"I know that look…" her best friend pulled from Freddie momentarily, eager for the gossip that she couldn't deny she thrived on, "Did you really meet someone?"

"No… not like that… I guess… umm…" The brunette shook her head. "I ah… ran into Tasha. We were hanging out quite a bit for a while before she left. I guess because of the whole shared history thing."

"Tasha?" Freddie raised an eyebrow, unable to hide the excitement in his voice, as he sat up at attention. "You seriously just… 'ran into' her?"

"Um…" The Seattle brunette nodded her head and replied, unsure of why Freddie was acting so weird all of a sudden, "Yeah…"

"So… she's… doing alright… and everything?" Freddie idly asked, his mind instantly going back to an album on his computer filmed with 'artful and tasteful' shots of Gibby's both in and out of her clothes. He still couldn't believe Gibby would have cheated on such a girl, and not just because she was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. The interactions he had with her didn't indicate her as anything but a genuinely kind and sweet girl. In fact, in a lot of ways, she had reminded him of Cat with her innocent view on life, while her 'lifestyle' seemed to point toward anything but. "Just… curious, I guess."

"Uh huh…" Carly answered with a hint of a smile, very fond memories of her friend coming to the forefront of her mind, and having a vague suspicion why he would be so fascinated with the girl. "She's doing fine. She was on vacation and doing a few photoshoots. I don't know if you knew, but she's pursuing her modeling career. Maybe acting too at some point."

"Oh really? I had no idea…" he said, feigning any kind of awareness. The lovely teens each raised an eyebrow, giving him a questioning gaze, as if to show that they weren't buying a cent of this act. "I mean… Gibby never mentioned her after the breakup, but… I, ah… I've caught a few of her shoots online… and stuff…"

"Freddie…" Carly started, looking at him with a glare that seemed creepily reminiscent of something his mother would pull on him. "I saw them too… so, I get it… don't be weird."

"Oh… I mean… yeah…" Freddie felt the need to clear his throat, still getting a super judgmental glance from his blonde partner. The muscular teen shrugged a shoulder and replied, "What? She came across a feed and well… they're very… artsy."

Sam waited a beat then asked with a deadpan voice, "You have them as a file on your computer, don't you?"

"I do…" He cleared his throat then replied, "I'm being supportive of her work."

The girls looked to him with a disbelieving expressions, but Carly couldn't help but agree with his true motivations as she thought back to when she got to see that beauty in person with smelling, touching… and tasting… her skin. She had to quickly clear her mind before she started feeling all those inappropriate feelings in front of her friends.

"So… anyway…" She quickly picked up to hide her thoughts, "We were hanging out a lot for a while before she had to fly off to some tropical island for a shoot… it was a lot of fun for a while though."

"Got to do all those girly things with her that I don't like doing?" Sam raised a playfully challenging eyebrow. She was about to make another comment about being girly, when her phone went off.

You don't know that I know,
You watch me every night
And I just can't resist the urge
To stand here in the light

Sam didn't even have to look to know, just from the ringtone, who was on the other end of that text. A look to Freddie, showing his phone, set to vibrate, confirmed this immediately. And made both their eyes widen a bit.

-You kids have fun?

Jade. And it was less about her message and more about the one above it, showing Sam's 'facial' from the night before that she'd asked for pictures of. The blonde cursed internally at taking such a crude picture, but reliving that moment of being 'baptized' by her one true love rekindled a few flames in her gut. Freddie had a firsthand look at the face and taking the pictures, but seeing that they were sent to Jade added a new, less than comfortable, level to the entire ordeal. Perhaps the reinvented blonde hadn't changed quite as much as she claimed. He'd have to gauge Jade's reaction later.

Normally, neither teen would have a problem shooting a text right back letting her know exactly what went down, but with Carly so close, and how 'interested' she was with how Jade factored into everything, it seemed better to just leave it be. They could reply later on if need be.

"So…" Despite desperately trying to play it cool, the 'couple' easily alerted the brunette who felt a bit disheartened to not be 'invited' to whatever in joke was going on. "You guys probably have… things… you need to do…"

"Yeah," Freddie nodded, still feeling a touch of betrayal from Carly, and he'd be lying if he claimed he wouldn't feel the same way if he walked in on her and Sam going at it after being left in the dark for months. "I have to… get ready for work."

"I thought-" Sam started, but Freddie moved behind her and after an almost supersonic speed squeeze silenced her, she knew that he had his own ulterior motives. The thing about sharing every single thing with another person is being able to nearly read their mind just by looking into their eyes and Freddie's always had something to say. Today it was simple- Stay. He wouldn't talk to her like a dog (outside of the bedroom, when she would ask for it, no doubt) but the commanding glance was more than enough to make her heel. "I got nowhere to be, I guess…"

"Oh ok…" Carly sighed, unsure if she was messing further with their plans and time together, but she secretly jumped for joy that at least Sam would be around. And maybe with her, she could get some info on exactly what was going down and why they were being so secretive. "Groovy Smoothie?"

"Yaaasss girl…" Sam nodded, completely letting go of what might be happening with Freddie, figuring that he could handle whatever might be happening with Jade at the moment. Today would be about her and Carly. Nobody else. Nothing else. Definitely not the big strong hands that were supposed to be holding her until noon, or the hungry smiling mouth that kissed and devoured her very soul, and most certainly not the big thick member that filled her to capacity and brought her to ecstasy. She just needed to ignore her primal hungers until tomorrow morning. How hard could it be? "Let's hit it. Momma is starving…"

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Benson Apartment

"So I take it you two had some fun…"

"Yeah…" Freddie took a deep sigh as he stared at the image of his girlfriend on his phone, frozen in a look that captured her true, perfect essence, handpicked from the shots she'd taken with Tori. One look was all it took to remind him that the woman would one day be his wife. Assuming she didn't murder him- which her tone made it sound like. It wasn't angry or gruff really but there was this sliver of venom that dripped off of each syllable like she was building up for some epic destruction. "It was something."

"I see that…" her voice remained in a higher octave, just on the edge of being condescending. "Woke up to quite the sight this morning. Am I to take it that Sam's… 'makeup' was your doing?"

"Kinda… she… decided to do that…" he murmured, sitting on his still unmade bed, and just looking up at the ceiling. The date was supposed to make things clearer, but it had done anything but. He had fallen even further for Sam. He loved her and wanted her and needed her just like he needed Jade. The same need he felt with Tori. It wasn't supposed to be possible to 'love' three girls at once. But here he was, completely lost in how things were supposed to work from here. "Picture was her idea too…"

"I figured as much when I got the caption 'Wish you were here…' right along with that ridiculous facial…" the dark haired girl lamented, her voice wavering from her perceived superiority for only a moment. "Took me this long to figure out whether or not she meant it with any kind of sincerity… which is probably the saddest part of it."

"And what did you figure out?"

"That she meant it…" she simply answered, not wanting to go into details at the moment on why she believed Sam's sincerity.

There was dead silence on either end for several seconds as Freddie realized he shouldn't push Jade into any further explanation as one wasn't forthcoming, so he shifted to a fall back position and began, "Look… Jade, I'm sorry-"

"Don't," she cut him off instantly. "I suggested you do this whole thing with her… maybe not to that end, but I was the one who said to give it a try. Because I needed to know as much as you or her. So, don't apologize for having a good night. If anything, apologize for the shoddy camera work."

"Ah…" he cleared his throat, shaking his head, still unsure how it was possible to have this kind of 'hall pass' with someone. But Jade seemed to be in somewhat decent spirits so perhaps there was nothing to fear, so he could finally relax. "In that case, I'm really sorry…"

"Good," she said succinctly, and even though she was just a voice, he could just feel her eyes peering into his soul. "So tell me all about it…"

"Jade…" he began, his timbre shaking for a second as he lay back on the bed. The sudden rush of Sam's scent overtaking his nose proved this decision to be just as beguiling as every other in the last twelve or so hours. "You know how it… I don't think you-"

"Freddie, I'm in a big house all alone, still wrapped up in my bed sheets, and I'm lonely… entertain me… tell me a story…" Now she was purring- his kryptonite- using just the right tone and sound that made him want to tell and give her everything under the sun. "Just because I know how your little fairy tale ended doesn't mean that I don't care how it all started."

"Ok… but I'm just telling you…" the former tech producer cleared his throat and tried to find the right words to begin, "it's going to be weird discussing… our feelings… with you…"

"Humor me…" the beauty whispered, and he could just sense her grin. The desire to touch her, hold her hand, and bury his face in her body was absolutely palpable. "You know I like her… and she likes me… and we both love you… I doubt there will be any shocks here."

"Fine…" Freddie shrugged and did his best to set the scene, "it started when she knocked on my door…"

"Sounds like the start of some detective noir kind of story…" Jade mocked with an evident smile as she did a voice. "Dame walked in with boulders under her clothes and rocks in her head…"

"Do you want to hear this or not, babe?"

"Go ahead…" she grunted apologetically, "but for the record, you're no fun."

"She looked gorgeous…" the Seattleite said wistfully, thinking back on her outfit. "I wish I would have gotten a picture of her to remember for always."

"She sent me one before she went over there actually…" Jade's voice picked up a little like she was about to make another joke. Freddie hated losing his train of thought, but it was hard not to get sucked in to the energy of a playful Jade. "Tell your girlfriend all about the date and I'll send it over… but I have a feeling I know those dog ears got put to use…"

"We'll get to that…" he laughed, hoping he could just list off the events and it would be enough for Jade, but now all he could think about was that picture. "So, I drove us to Fondue Factory and-"

"I haven't been to a Fondue Factory in forever…" she interrupted once more, feeling no shame for breaking up his story. "Though I think they are all becoming Fondue Lodge's now. New owners or something."

"Yeah… I noticed that new ownership stuff, but I didn't think too much about it."

"Probably because all your thinking power was trapped in your other head…" Jade teased, and although he knew she couldn't see him, he hoped his head shaking eye roll would be felt through the phone. "Sorry… carry on… you took our favorite psychopath to a place with boiling liquids and sharp sticks…"

"I didn't think of it at the time… but yeah…" he chuckled. "Sam behaved herself though. We had three solid course, talked about what went wrong between us last time, and if another try was worth it."

"And what did you decide?"

"Jury's still out…" Freddie sighed, feeling a little bit of his energy drain. "She and I both screwed up so bad at the whole dating thing… but we also got better. I really like her and-"

"You love her," Jade corrected with a speed usually reserved for her slaps. "Don't avoid saying it or dance around it. She is head over heels for you, lost in love. And I'm as far down that same rabbit hole as I can be… don't be coy. Say what you feel."

"I love her. Like… it's not like anything I've ever felt for her or anyone else…" he whispered, fearing that the way he made this sound could most definitely make things so much worse with Jade. "Not more than you… or Tori… but at the same time… it feels like it's really similar. I thought I knew her and read all her moves… but last night… these last couple weeks… I've just… 'seen' her."

"That's some heavy shit, Benson…" Her voice didn't waver at all. It was flat, and there was something so much more unnerving about that. Like the calm before a storm. Like when a rattlesnake stops moving for a split second before it strikes. That was Jade West. "You want some… time… to figure it out?"

Freddie rolled his eyes unseen and chuckled, "I've had two weeks with her, and I think it's just all starting to add up."

"I mean… time free…" There was the quiet again. It was like his room darkened and now the lightning strike and roaring thunder were inevitable. "You know… free of other distractions so you can focus only on her."

"There's only so much I can do between school and work to keep-"

"Goddammit!" she suddenly shouted. "I'm talking about me, jackass!"

"Oh… Ohhh…" he repeated as the obvious finally washed over him. He felt shock then an unexpected emotion: anger. He snapped back at her, "No! Not a chance. I know what I want with you. Never want a day of my life that doesn't have you in it. Right next to me."

"Then what about Tori?" Jade asked, and he knew that her eyebrow was raised and the slightest quiver in her voice showed that this was proving a far more difficult conversation than she had planned for. "Vega is all kinds of fucked up over you. She's already sent me a paranoid text this morning about how you're probably going to dump her since you didn't text her last night."

"Please tell me Sam didn't send that picture to her…" Freddie pleaded, rolling his eyes at how petty Sam might have been, especially knowing how fragile the tanned girl was.

"Lucky for us all, no…" the pale girl confirmed. "If Vega saw your little baptism showcase, she would have lost her fucking mind. That's how a big of a deal you are to her."

"I don't ever want to hurt her, and I definitely don't want to lose her…" he whispered into the phone, breathing out as he tried to find the right words for what Sam meant now, and what she could mean for the future, but had to take care of one problem at a time. His voice firmed up with perhaps a bit of the Beast slipping into it as he verbally put his foot down hard, "…but her or Sam does not take away or change what we have and going to have in a future: you as my wife."

He heard silence on the other end of the phone, perhaps his response throwing off his love's train of thought. He took the opportunity to pick up where his other feelings left off, "I know that for certain as I know the Earth goes around the sun, it's just that I just don't know what to feel on Sam right now."

There were a few more seconds of silence before the future world famous musician spoke. "You already have two girlfriends…" Jade started, knowing where this sentence was going, but still found it incredibly difficult to find the right words to suggest what she was about to. "Would three be bad?"

"Jade…" he quickly replied and she knew he was shaking his head because his nonverbal were more than a little predictable in a situation like this. "You and Tori have something truly magical. Together. Maybe even more than you and I, I think at times… and me and Tori have a strong chemistry. We have a triangle, and we are trying to make that work, and you are suggesting… what? A square?"

"Or a diamond… they are forever, you know…" Jade joked, but there was no hiding the extreme concern in her voice. "You love her. She loves you. I… I think I love Sam too. It's not the same… and I wouldn't want it to be… but she has already made a place for herself here."

Freddie cocked an unseen eyebrow, not expecting his future wife to drop such a revelation on him that Jade clearly meant love than just a 'friends with benefits' kind of way and making it a point to state that Sam had already made a place with them. It was his turn to be silent as he processed such a thing, wondering a bit how long Jade's feelings had been stirring in such a way.

The former tech producer finally gathered his wits and retorted, more than a little aware of the weak point of this plan, "And Tori? You think she, especially with how she's been lately, is just going to want to share more? That she's just going to be ok with Sam… being around… like that?"

"They got along well enough at my place that night…" the usual mean girl snapped back. "Tori is a big girl, and she and Sam could work something out. It's not like there's not plenty of you to go around…"

"Don't play to my ego right now, baby… I'm being serious…" he exhaled deeply and stared at the pictures on his nightstand. Jade. Tori. And one that had been a mainstay for years, of he, Sam, and Carly. "If it was just me being with Sam or Tori, it would be easy as they'd never cross, but when you and I want to have private time… they will be together. You think they're just going to make chemistry or something?"

"Jesus, Freddie… not everyone just has to bang someone when they are alone in a room with them…" Jade scoffed, and for the first time since the conversation began, Freddie could feel pieces of anger starting to churn. "Though, that philosophy makes a lot of sense when it comes to you…"

"Let's not do that…" the Seattleite cleared his throat, knowing that his girlfriend had a point about his… activities at times. "…but you're the one that suggested a 'diamond', so those points would have to meet. We're going to have to see how Tori feels. Talk to her. I will too. If she's completely against the idea, then we won't worry about this square diamond thing. I don't want to jump the gun just based on one night."

"Fair point… but this isn't finished…" the venom was back in full force, and for a moment, he wondered if she was just going to hang up, but she didn't. She just remained silent for a few seconds, collecting her thoughts. "And you aren't finished telling me about last night…"

He held his tongue for a few moments, letting her squirm for a bit, not out of any kind of one-upmanship, but to let her anger completely pass over her. He finally spoke, perhaps surprising her with stating, "You're right and I agree. This isn't finished. We will work this out together baby."

Jade remained silent again and he imagined her stewing, debating the concept of whether she could be mad at him for appreciating her concerns and agreeing with her.

"You still want to go through with this?" he sighed, knowing that Jade wasn't going to drop this, even after all the emotional outbursts and perhaps letting her mind focus on the present. She was like a shark smelling blood in the water. "We had dinner. I drove us back here. And she spent the night."

"Was it good?"

"What?"

"You know what, Freddie…" Jade had balanced her tone back to that stoic sound, as if she was taking in all the details, storing her ammo, and then would fire the cannon when she was ready. "The sex. I know you two had it. Was it good?"

"After what we just got through talking about…" Freddie's voice hitched just slightly, knowing that this was just Jade being Jade, but there was always the shadowy feeling that the subtext was what really mattered to her, "… you want to ask that?"

"Inquiring minds want to know…" she shifted into taunting now, which should have been another one of those predatory signs, but his goddess was gifted in drawing him in with her voice. "You don't have to rank us… I just want to know if it was good. Did she give as good as she got? Did you two fuck like animals… or did you… make love… like what we do?"

"We did both," he said defiantly, believing that it was better to just fly right into Hurricane Jade than to just try and avoid it. "And it was great. We were in tune to what we both wanted and needed, both physically and emotionally. Soft and sweet, then hard and rough. And when we were done, we showered, bathed one another, and then held each other all night."

"Good…" the goth said coldly, and it was abundantly obvious that she was anything but fine with the information. It was easy to look at 'Seddie' as this animalistic, wild thing, but to see them be sweet… to be truly intimate like what she and Freddie had. It hurt a little. Sam's involvement was real, whether Freddie was ready to admit it or not. At the moment, being so wrapped up at Sam's potential threat to what she shared with Freddie, she failed to realize that she would share the same kind of true intimacy with Tori and briefly, when they weren't competing with each other for top spot, had done the same with Sam. "You guys get another round or two in this morning?"

"Sadly… no…" he said, fearing his long explanation was a bit too direct and might have left a real mark on the girl who was supposed to be his 'one.' "We were… interrupted."

"Oh shit…" the dark haired beauty exclaimed, dropping all the fear and worry that was overtaking her mind. "Mommy Dearest catch you?"

"Thank God, no… mom's not due here for another… ah… 20 minutes…" he said, looking up at his clock, and wondering if he should go ahead and dress for work so he could bolt when his mother came in, just avoid any and all questions. "It was Carly."

"Wowww… now that's a surprise…" Jade actually had to fight a laugh for a moment. Certainly lower stakes than his mom catching them, or the bullshit that happened at the school, but Carly was something new. Which meant a level of unpredictability. And she'd be lying if she didn't fear that yet another woman—his first love and the one he nearly died to save with the artificial parts in his legs to prove it—would finally fall under then Benson spell. "Did she walk in on you guys going at it? She always struck me as being kind of a snooty, goody goody… like Tori… kinda wish I could see her face as she saw you just giving it to Puckett…"

"Sorry to dash those fantasies, baby… but she just barely made it into the living room with all the awkwardness." Freddie wondered if he should even share this part at all. "I thought she was the paperboy, went to pay him…"

"And your dick flopped out?" Jade chuckled, just imagining him in his boxers as he couldn't hide himself, and running around like a cartoon character. "You gotta be careful, Benson… Could have been assault with a deadly weapon…"

"I'm sooo happy this amuses you… but no. I was wearing pants and I opened the door to see her and she got here like a full day early…" he shook his head and couldn't believe how great it was to see Carly at the worst possible time. "There really was no way for me to know…"

"Except look out the peephole, ask 'who's there,' or just ignore the door… so yeah… impossible…" the pale girl was still reeling and loving the fuming sound of Freddie on the other end, no doubt turning red in the face as he relived the embarrassment. "So what was so bad about that? Outside of your first crush checking out that hot body?"

"Oh, that part probably would have been fine…" he continued, leading up to the true giveaway of what had gone down in the apartment, "… if Sam hadn't rounded the corner, completely unaware, talking about wanting a spanking and wearing my shirt… and literally nothing else."

"Bitch stole my look…" Jade growled, but it was clear that she was completely in love with how it all went to utter awkwardness so fast. She was lying it she didn't admit liking the fact that the once/possible couple had gotten screwed out of morning sex. "So what did you do?"

"What else could I do?" the Seattleite tried not to laugh at his own misfortune. "Carly's naïve and stuff at times, but she's not dumb. Luckily, before any of us said anything too weird, she just excused herself and went to her apartment."

"And you guys went back to the bedroom…" the pale beauty assumed nonchalantly, well aware of hard it was to deter Sam from her base wants, whether it was food, sleep, or sex. When Freddie didn't reply, she had to fill in the blanks that she was wrong. "Or was the moment dead at that point?"

"Well, Sam figured we would just keep on going, but-"

"Sounds like her…"

"Pretty much…" he chuckled, unable to deny that Jade knew the blonde pretty well, "… but I told her that we needed to handle this Carly thing before she blew up or something else happened."

"So you decided to kill her…" Jade fired back matter-of-factly, as if it was the simplest answer. "Good plan."

"We decided to get dressed and cleaned up and then go over and try to explain ourselves…" Freddie remained calm, huffing out with every other breath, still clearly awash in how to handle this situation either. "Which unfortunately took some time because Sam couldn't find her underwear, and once she did, she put up a fight about getting dressed."

"So, we're in a love… diamond… with a toddler..." the mean girl couldn't help but throw a few pot shots when the chance arose. "Super…"

"Anyway, we talked to her… tried to smooth things out and tell her… some stuff…" the worried young man sighed, still shaking his head, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. "Just the basics… and that's when I got your message and I wanted to talk to you…"

"The basics?" Jade quickly snapped, fearing how much was getting shared with someone who was known in places around the world and could really do a number on her fame chances. "What exactly do you consider 'the basics,' Freddie?"

"Nothing really about you actually…" he did his best to cover his tracks and skim through every detail of the conversation. Jade did come up a couple times, but, once again, Sam and he were mentally on the same page of keeping that door closed. "She was just really surprised that Sam and I were having sex."

"Wait…" she said, and Freddie knew what was coming next, but Jade needed to figure out that message on her own. "So she didn't know you and her have been going at it?"

"Not at all…" he continued, feeling more than a little surprised himself, honestly, that Carly was unaware of the 'milestone' he and Sam partook of nearly a year ago. "She didn't even know that we did it when we dated. I think the whole thing was a total shock to her system."

"Jesus…" Jade was clearly wide eyed as her voice was surprisingly high at the idea. "Was she living in a convent in Italy or something?"

"Far from it…" Freddie shook his head and sat up, looking at the iCarly picture once again. "She was hanging out with a supermodel apparently. You remember me telling you about Tasha?"

"Maybe…" Jade said, and just from her tone, he could just tell that she was building up for some kind of comment. "That insanely hot girl you have pictures of on your laptop under 'Unimportant Dungeons and Dragons Character Sheets?'"

"How does everyone know about that?!" he exclaimed as Jade laughed on the other end, immersing herself in his awkwardness once more. "Anyway… yeah… her… she was in Italy with her and they hung out for a while. Part of me is hoping that there's more to tell there."

"And here I was thinking Carly was someone I should worry about…" the goth teased sardonically, "… when it should have been the pretty girl in the jerkoff material…"

"Hey… I…" the former cameraman began, knowing full well that there was no point in trying to defend himself on this, let alone against Jade on the topic. "It's not like I do it that often. I rarely have the chance… thanks to certain people…"

"Well, that is the plan…" she said sweetly and he could just see her grin, his lips aching to press against hers once more, "… nothing goes to waste."

"Something like that I guess…" he said calmly, still baffled how he ended up as this 'sex god' thing that they all seemed to be all over. "I know Sam would agree with you…"

"And now with Carly," her voice returned to a normal sound, with an almost 'too quiet' chill that laced her words, "… I assume you'll have some options…"

"Why would you say that, knowing my history with Carly?" Freddie almost stuttered, trying not to put anything toward the thought of having that relationship with Carly. He had truly dropped that part of his heart when he met Jade, knowing that there was no point in pining when he had the one. But still, seeing Carly, he was too busy in the first moment to admire her, and too ashamed in the studio to take any kind of 'attraction glance.'

"Because I know your history with Carly, that's why," she was quick to point out. "You two never really got that chance while you were together—either time."

Freddie blew out a snort then replied, "Carly isn't exactly that type of person."

"And what type is that?" the dark haired girl retorted, and Freddie and could just feel like he was beginning to move into landmine territory. "The type that would love and cherish you forever like the three people who have basically offered you their undying support? Or do you mean whores? The kind that just crawled into bed with someone they fell in love with and decided to love and cherish you forever like the three people who have basically offered you their undying support? I'm a touch confused… because that's us. That's me. That's how our love began."

"Well, first, unfortunately, Carly was never really… that way… with me before she left for Italy. We had a couple moments that our teenage brains got ahead of us, but she was always quick to put other people ahead of me… and, as you can imagine, that put a strain on our friendship, let alone any kind of relationship. We never got remotely close to that point while we were doing the long distance thing. Secondly, if you ever genuinely think of yourself as a whore…" His voice became stern again as a sliver of anger slipped through, his mind wondering if anyone at her school has been stupid enough to suggest such a thing—Beck readily coming to mind, "…we're really going to have a problem Jade."

Jade remained silent for a few moments, perhaps realizing that her subtle intimidation tactics that would keep everyone on their toes at school may have hit one of Freddie's unmovable principles and that was as if taking a head-on with a concrete wall. "It's whatever…"

"I would never even suggest that you are some kind of whore or something like that." Freddie continued after clearing his throat, trying to reign back a simmering of anger and imagining making Beck a little less pretty even if he wasn't one prone to violence, "You know I didn't mean it like that; I just meant that… Carly is really sweet and naïve about some stuff…"

"Like Cat…"

"You know she's different…" the former tech producer shook his head, trying his best to rapidly find the right argument that would prove his point and not make Jade mad at him or worst, get mad at her. "I just want to keep this part of things… under wraps with her. It's just your imagination that she would want to…"

"Oh no, it's not. She wants to."

"You don't know that…" he shot back as his train of thought derailed.

"Yes, I do."

"Fine…" Freddie decided to humor her. "How?"

"Well, for one, she's a girl. And you're super hot," Jade fired her words off as if they would be the end-all answers to his question. "Is she straight?"

"Yeah… I mean… I'm pretty sure…"

"Well, Cat is about 98% gay and she's all about riding the Freddie Benson Midsection Meat Train…" the beautiful girl carried on, knowing beyond a shadow of doubt that she was right and if given the chance, Carly would be all over him and before she could even get up there to visit, a love pentagon would have to be formed. "Carly wants you… it's just science."

"Well, Jade Degrasse Tyson, I think you're wrong…" he said, knowing that there was nothing but pure faith that he was right, and now that Jade had hammered the point, he could think of nothing else. "…we had plenty of chances and she turned them down every time. Nothing has changed that fact, especially after we broke up in realizing it wasn't going to work."

"But she's here now, not on the other side of the planet."

He answered with a regretful tone laced with a bit of anger, "And I was right by her side for years before that and it still didn't happen. Always pushed aside for every other guy then pretended our first relationship never happened for years…" He could have pushed harder on his point, his anger bubbling back up again about how he knew intimately how things didn't work out and didn't want Jade to speak as if she understood those years. "It's not gonna happen…"

"Alright… if you say so…" As much as she may have toyed with him about an emotional mine field, ready to potentially go off with the wrong step, she could hear it in his voice she was treading just as lightly with him. He never admitted it, but she could tell between the lines that as much as he may have been crazy about his first love, there was a lingering line of resentment that had never really been addressed and properly settled. "But if she knows… the idea is in her head now… and that changes things."

"Nothing is going to happen with Carly, though," he continued, pushing harder against the idea, much of the anger seemingly subsided, but he almost seemed like he was trying to convinve himself more than her. "And I swear… if it does… you will be the first person to know and we can discuss it... though it almost sounds like you want it to happen."

"Well, I think giving it to the girl who gave you anything but would be rather cathartic…" Jade said, putting on a clear fake strength and weightless apathy to the statement. "So WHEN it happens, take advantage of the moment. If she's as 'innocent' as you want to pretend, maybe you'll get to pop that cherry… can't say no to that, right?"

"Jade… that's… don't do that…" Freddie sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that she was lying and putting on a show and despite all efforts to get to the bottom of it, he knew the woman's motives were truly a mystery to everyone… herself probably included. "We will just see how things go…"

"I will make you a bet…" she whispered, sounding as seductive as ever, which was normal when a 'game' would arise between the couple. "If she hasn't thrown herself at you by the time I get up there, I will be your complete and total slave for one night."

"Thought you were supposed to get a punishment?"

"Well, make it a punishment, baby… that's going to be up to you… if there was even a chance I'm wrong… I'd let you pick out what toys I brought along…" Jade was almost giddy as she kept going, clearly getting off on the idea of this kind of wager. "And when she does spread her legs for you, I get the reverse… you do whatever I tell you for one whole night."

"You seem way too confident about all this…" he smirked as he looked at his longtime crush in the years old photo, hoping that he wasn't making a mistake with all of this. "Deal… but you're gonna have a hard time going through security with all I have planned for you…"

"Tempting, tempting, Mr. Benson…" he could see her licking her lips in his mind, a clear hunger that was shared between each of them. "Dangerous though. Maybe you'll tell me to put something nice and shivery inside and go through a checkpoint, just vibrating as the wand goes off, trying to explain myself... maybe why I'm not wearing any underwear… and I can go into detail about what's waiting for me… a big, thick, hard-"

"FREDDIEKINS! I'M HOME!"

"Well, shit…" he snapped out of her description. "Lost track of time, I guess. I need to go… cool off a little."

"Is there anything your mom can't ruin?" Jade said, instantly switching from steamy to steaming mad, clearly disappointed, and from what he could tell, she was also starting to 'enjoy' herself with the conversation's direction. "Not sure why you need time to cool off. The woman's voice could make the Pacific into a desert…"

"Yeah…" he laughed, loving the way Jade could just turn anything into a dirty figurative language. He had some jokes of his own, but he wouldn't dare risk his mom hearing any of them. "She's… something.

"Keep me informed on the whole Carly thing…" Her voice dropped to a sympathetic tone, "…if you need to talk more about it."

"Thanks, but are you ok if I explain a few things about us?" Freddie asked, taking a deep breath, unsure if he or Sam could keep the big secrets. "I need to make it clear to her that I'm not cheating on you since she's caught me with Sam. I can't stand the idea that anyone would think I would do such a thing to you."

"I guess…" His words touched Jade more than she wanted to admit, believing him without hesitation. She audibly swallowed a forming lump in her throat and replied, "Tell her whatever you have to do to defend you honor. You don't have to lie to her… but don't just unload everything. Maybe don't mention Tori unless… you need to…"

"Of course…" he whispered, his voice mastering that exact tone that made her heart flutter. He understood her and she understood him. It's why they were made for each other. And also two other people apparently. "Love you…"

"I know…" she fired back, using her usual 'I don't want to say goodbye so here's a nerd thing so you'll forgive me' response. "Bye baby…"

The receiver clicked before he could respond, but it was soon enough as he came to the sudden realization that his room smelled of exactly what had happened in there. And his mom was coming in any second…

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Carly Shay's Room

Shay Apartment

Bushwell Plaza

Late evening

Carly strolled out of her bathroom after finishing brushing her teeth, wearing a pair of silky pink pajamas that left a lot to the imagination yet made her absolutely adorable. Her long hair was loose and fairly layered falling over her chest and behind her back. She crossed the hall back into her room to find Sam was lying on one side of Carly's large, comfy bed and looking at her PearPad, presumably playing some game, but as she moved closer, it honestly seemed like she was reading.

"Hey…" The brunette walked up the steps to her bed then crawled into bed next to her, sliding her legs under the covers. She scooted up next to the blonde and asked, "What'cha doing?"

"Oh nothing…" she casually answered while quickly closing out her messages and the window, keeping whatever was on the tablet private. She laid the pad on her thighs and looked over to Carly with a tired, but genuine smile. "Just checking some of my messages, nothing too important…"

"Then… why did you close the window," Carly snorted out with an amused expression. "Were you looking at some dirty stuff I wasn't supposed to see?"

"Jeez, Carls… you are going off the deep end…" the blonde rolled her eyes, pulling the tablet closer to her stomach, in case the brunette decided to do a little investigating. "Because… you slipped into bed and I… thought it would be rude?"

"Rude?" Carly cocked an eyebrow. "Sam Puckett doesn't want to be rude?"

"What?"

"Something is seriously wrong here…" The brunette held her gaze, waiting for the blonde to fess up to whatever insanity was happening around them. Sam was different. Really different. She carried herself and talked and just plain seemed different. There was only one thing she knew of as a key change, so that's what her accusations clung to. "Okay, what's going on between you and Freddie, the truth this time—all of it. Everything."

"Seriously?" Sam sighed, realizing that she couldn't put off the truth any longer. Carly just stared daggers, and the blonde knew all too well what it was like when Carly got her mind on something. "Fine… I'll tell you whatever you want to know, but you have to promise not to freak out, okay?"

"I haven't freaked out already with the fact that Freddie is cheating on his girlfriend with you," she replied with a hint of disgust in her voice. "So that should tell you something."

"Whoa, Carls… hold up." Sam raised a hand and quickly silenced that view, "Let's get something straight before we go any further: Freddie is not cheating on Jade."

"What are you talking about?! You two just… did it…" Carly blushed a bit over her own statement, her mind naturally trying to paint a picture of the pair in the act of their lovemaking while simultaneously trying to scrub the images from her brain. There was still a part of her that hoped that what she assumed wasn't what really happened. "I mean… I caught you two after you probably… you know… had sex… together. You were just wearing his shirt when you-"

"Ok, yeah… me and him did… do the deed… after our date…" Sam licked her bottom lip and replied, "… but it's not cheating, I swear… It's… Jade's cool with it."

"Let me… I need a second…" Carly cocked a surprised eyebrow, not expecting in her mind such an absurd answer. She needed a few seconds to process the statement, watching Sam appeared a bit embarrassed. "Jade—his girlfriend—is perfectly alright… with you… having a romantic date… then having… sex… with her boyfriend… while she's not around?"

"I told you not to get all worked out, Carls…" The blonde sighed out and nodded her head, "Yes, she is fine with it. She even encouraged it a bit so that we wouldn't be lonely while we were up here and she was down there. I give the bitch a hard time, but-"

"Sam!" Carly cocked her head to the side, eyes widened at the simple flow of course language, let alone about someone who she was apparently doing a 'favor' for, and replied, "You have got to be kidding me Sam… I know it could be strange in Hollywood, but that's just…"

"I promised the truth…" The blonde nodded along and replied, "But that's Jade... What we have is… like I said… complicated… but it works for us."

"Works for you? You two just… having sex all over the place while he's away from his girlfriend?" Her eyes went wide for a moment and her jaw dropped, "Oh my God! Did he cheat on me before we broke up? Was he just having sex with girls while I was there?"

"You dated him for like three weeks… and never even sent naughty messages to one another…" Sam blinked for a moment, caught off guard by her panicked question then replied with a real, non-cynical answer, "No, of course he didn't cheat... Don't be ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?!" Carly sat straight up in bed and scooted slightly away from her longtime best friend. "He's cheating on her with you!"

"Christ's sakes…" The juvenile delinquent sighed again then replied in a firm, deliberate tone, "I told you Carly: he's… not… cheating… on her… with me. She's just… fine with it… and she can't exactly get on any high horse when it comes with him sleeping with me."

"And why is that?" the brunette asked in an acerbated voice with an eye roll, adding smarmily, "Is she having sex with some guy too?"

For a few seconds, there was utter silence in the bedroom as Carly waited for the truth after her joke and Sam tried to figure out how to answer that question, be honest, and also maintain the desired privacy of what might make up her sister wives.

"Ohmygod! She does!"

"Look… Carls… Jade and I… we have… an understanding…" the blonde did her best to try and backtrack so that her best friend wouldn't get the wrong idea and make a way bigger deal out of this than there needed to be. "She has someone down there to keep her company and she doesn't want Freddie to be… lonely while he's up here."

Carly's eyes went wide again, trying to process another startling revelation about the situation where 'complicated' doesn't begin to cover it. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she could finally find the words.

"And Freddie is cool with that?" She quickly rolled her eyes and added, "Of course he would be fine with it… he gets have his cake and eat it too…"

"Never been compared to cake, but…"

"Sam!" The brunette snapped her head to face her best friend and tried to look menacing and disappointed, but it did little more than make the blonde smirk a little bit. "I just don't see how any of this is happening. Everybody just cheating and having sex with everybody… like it's a soap opera or something…"

"I don't want to get into details about something that is private between Freddie and Jade…" Sam sighed, laying back down on the pillow and staring up at the ceiling. "It's not my place to be talking about it and the fact that we've had to tell you it's going on in the first place has been too much…"

"I've known you for over ten years… sharing everything… every secret under the sun…" the dark haired beauty said, eyes still wide, staring down at her bedmate, "and you decide to grow a conscience now?"

"I promised to tell you what you wanted to know, but… I have my rules," she fired back, leaning over and looking up at the former star of their show. "You want to know about me and Freddie, it's fine… but just not what's going on with her."

"Then tell me about that…"

"You want details?" the blonde raised an eyebrow, but seemed completely serious as she asked the question. "You really want to know what you missed out with having the long distance relationship?"

"Sam!"

"I know you wondered… it's ok, Carls…" Sam continued to smile and offered, "but if you want me to tell, you gotta stay cool. Once that door opens and you hear this… there's no going back. Won't be seeing the nub as a nub anymore…"

"It's Freddie… he might surprise me… but it's not going to be anything crazy…" Carly laughed as she relaxed back into the bed, clearly unaware of how far this story would be going and what she might learn. "So, you guys flew up and here and you decided to lose it with him?"

"Lose it?" Sam looked confused and then quickly realized exactly what Carly was talking about, and then a wave of warm hit her cheeks hard. "Oh… that… well… It wasn't… recent…"

"You had sex before Freddie?!" Carly's eyes flew wide once again, which was getting to be a little bit of an irritant for the blonde, who disdain for melodrama was well known. "I can't believe you didn't tell me… who-"

"It was Freddie…" the blonde shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Last year. When we dated. One of the nights I slept over here, I snuck over to his room and… it happened."

"Wow…" Carly stared at the look on her former cohost's face and could see the sadness and a few other emotions bubbling up behind her face. "Was it really that bad?"

"Oh… no… it was… the opposite…" Sam seemed to be in a trance as she relived the memories of that night in her mind- the light of the tv illuminating the moment she became a woman, surrendering her virginity and soul to her true love. "I just… I still am trying to get over that things went bad… the breakup… not gonna screw it up this time…"

"Well, just screwing him randomly probably won't help…" the pale girl said, earning a glare of pure fire from Sam, who tensed her fist, seemingly ready to strike. "Just saying… one night stands don't… usually…"

"Yes, Carly… we had sex the night you before you came back…" the former bully said, hoping that the issue could be put to rest and the comments could finally take a break, "…and we've had quite a bit… since we got back."

"It wasn't… it wasn't a one time thing?" the former web star seemed a bit shocked at the information, somehow finding it harder and harder to see her two best friends doing stuff like that. Then an even more unnerving thought struck- "Oh… not in my bed have you?"

"No… no one wants to get fucked in hot pink Barbie sheets…" Sam took a pot shot of her own at the bright color of the linens of the room, just as much as a revenge for Carly's comments as it was a dig at her former girlfriend. "It's either his place or any place else we can find that's private…"

"Seriously? Any place else?"

"Within reason…" Sam cocked an eyebrow and smirked, thinking about the various places they had a good time, while she answered, "Well… we can be a little adventurous at times…"

"I seriously cannot believe I didn't know about any of this stuff…" Carly heaved a breath, her mind racing with what to say or do next with this information. She would never repeat this kind of thing to anyone, outside of the two people who were the current topic of discussion, but she was completely baffled. "You guys had actual sex… and I had no idea for months… and after that… there's this weird mutual cheating thing you guys are into now… I just… like, I can't even…"

"It's a lot… I know…" the blonde sighed, shaking her head and letting her own mind review the full events that led to this moment, knowing that she knew a metric ton more that she could, but shouldn't, share. "He makes it worth it, though…"

"Okay, I know it's Freddie… but…" She licked her lips, knowing that this was the door that Sam was talking about- the one where knowing would change everything, but her curiosity was just too strong, and believed the consequences wouldn't really amount to much. "I was wondering… what's it like?

"Can't exactly recommend being in a love triangle…" she laughed for a moment at her own joke, "or any other shapes for that matter."

"You know what I mean…" the far more innocent web host pushed back, turning on her side to face the blonde. "What's it like… you know… being with him?"

"Good."

"Just good?" Carly couldn't believe the blasé attitude of her best friend on something that was as big a deal as sex. "That's… that's it?"

"Fun?"

"Sam…" the brunette huffed, and wanted to smack the blonde, but a sly grin was starting to grow on her face. "This is awkward enough… I just want to know…"

"Jeez, I guess you really want the details," Sam rolled her eyes, turning onto her back and running her hands up to her chest, just to make sure the trip down memory lane wouldn't have any evident effects on her body. "You sure?"

"Yes…" Carly frowned, feeling more embarrassed by the second with her cheeks beginning to flush a lovely pink hue. "I already know you two… did it… I just… I want to know what it was like… that it was… good."

"Ok…" Sam could see how uncomfortable her longtime brunette friend was becoming, so she continued in a fairly supportive tone, "I'm sorry, by the way. I saw the look of disappointment when you caught us… and if this is upsetting, I want you to know… that I am not hundred percent proud of everything that happened between me and him. I know you two had this… 'thing' for a long time before… and after me and him… had our thing, so yeah, you did get cheated out getting to… 'experience' him."

"What do you do?"

"Seriously Carls? Do I need to draw a diagram or something?" she shook her head at how awkward Carly was being, which was the exact opposite of what she really needed after this stressful day. "We both took sex ed so… you know… how the parts connect and-"

"I just… I mean, I've heard things…" the thin teen whispered, her cheeks burning with the dirtiest of thoughts as to what might be revealed soon. "I've… seen things online… some that I never wanted to see, but… it's not like that with him, is it? It's not gross and messy and belittling, right?"

"Well… I…" Sam wasn't initially sure what she was being asked and showed it with a slight squinting of her eyes, but she tried to take a stab at it. "I've never been with another guy, but I've been around plenty—good and bad—to know why girls can worry about them."

"But what about Freddie?" Carly interrupted, earning an annoyed glance from the blonde who was clearly warming up to the point. "Sorry… go on…"

"Freddie… he's… nothing like anyone else… always caring… going from the softest… sweetest lovemaking to…" Her smile grew to a wicked grin as her mind went to another place. "…the hardest, roughest and dirtiest fucking you can imagine with him bending me over something and just plowing me with a nice spanking or drilling up against a wall until we're banging it so hard that pictures begin to fall. I mean, there are times that he looks at me and I swear I can feel his cock inside me."

"Holy jeez…" Carly's eyes went wide as she seemed to only process initially the latter half of Sam's general description. Her mind couldn't wrap itself around the usually sweet and sometimes sycophantic boy being one of those sex monsters from the porn movies. "So… ah… it's really, rough for you?"

"Only when I really want it… which is… well, a lot." Sam gave her a faint smile, hearing the shock, and a touch of disappointment in her friend's voice "It's not all like that. Okay, yeah, you know guys that would love to just use a girl for a plaything, but with him, I love it. I love when he takes control…"

"So he's kinda like Christian Grey?"

"That asshole has got jack shit on Freddie…" Sam bit her lip, remembering the highlights of the last couple weeks, especially him taking her at the club. "He just has this power in his voice and in his hands that just… it's so strong and capable. It's one of the major things I regret…"

"I thought you said that you liked it?" Carly was completely drawn into the description, almost overwhelmed with the images, melding the bondage based Grey character into this fit body that lived across the hall. "I don't-"

"I regret not telling him… I never made it clear how much I loved when he would take over while we were together." There was clearly a memory lane trip happening behind Sam's eyes and Carly was a little jealous that she couldn't take the journey as well. "He's… sensitive and soft, like I said… so he likes gentle stuff for the most part- kissing, touching, slow thrusts, and stuff like that- but if I had asked… well, as I said, when I ask, he's more than willing to let that absolute Beast out."

"The Beast?" Carly almost giggled, but Sam's face didn't show a sign of a laugh, as if this creature in Freddie was as real as the two of them. The stoic look also kept her joke about the blonde being 'Belle' if he was a Beast from slipping out. "So you… umm… don't care for the ah… softer stuff?

"Oh, I enjoy it… and when he touches me, kisses on my neck… I absolutely love that shit…" Sam nodded her head, just staring up at the ceiling, "… more than I'd ever admit to anyone other than you—but sometimes… there are just those times… that I really, really just need a good hard fucking."

"You really like that word…" Carly tried to make a joke again, this time finally getting Sam to crack a little bit of a smile. "You curse a lot now, I guess…"

"No other word for it, Carls…" the blonde shook her head. "When he is shoving that thing deep inside, over and over, hitting every nerve…"

"Making love is usually the term I think about…" the brunette replied back, her own mind wondering what she might like in the bedroom. She had imagined herself as Anastasia Steele more than a few times, but as Sam was talking, practically glowing as she talked, Freddie was starting to take center stage in some of those fantasies. "When… you know… the thought happens…"

"And we do make love… that's what he calls his stuff with Jade… like last night… when I need something softer— or, usually, he needs something softer—it's… it is like all those silly girl fantasies rolled into one and coming true. He's sweet, attentive, and doesn't stop until I'm satisfied… and then some." She glanced down at her chest and remarked, "And he loves being attentive to all my body's needs… my girls certainly love the attention. He goddamn worships them. Sucking, kneading, licking, and even some pulling… He's almost made me cum a few times just playing with them like that.

"Oh wow…" Carly looked down to the front of her button up pajama shirt, unable to stop herself from comparing her front to Sam's much more full chest. "Probably not a lot to be done on me, I guess…"

"You'd be surprised…" Sam cracked a smirk as she knew the comparison was happening. The same thing happened a couple times with Cat, very jealous that she didn't have much going on up top, but the thing about Cat was that she was easily distracted. But Cat was the last person she needed to think about right now. "He is kind of a boob guy... me… and of course, Jade… and T… I mean…you saw how he was acting about Tasha…"

"Yeah… she's… gifted…" Carly said slowly, just imagining all those girls, with their big chests being adored and how her more waif-y body wouldn't be anyone's idea of 'hot.' "So, he just plays with your boobs and sticks his thing in? That's it?"

"That's like a tenth of what it's like… I just can't quite find the right words to describe certain things… he's just everywhere…" Sam paused, her brain clearly tossing between reliving powerful memories and searching for less than embarrassing, but still hot, Freddie descriptions to explain. A quick glance caught Carly's eyes zeroing in on the blonde's lower half, where her boy shorts met her upper thighs. "I know what you're thinking… and yes…"

"He… does that?" the former web star bit her lip this time, her mind running wild with what she was being coy about. "You mean, he touches… down there… too?"

"Yes he does…" Sam grinned, happy to find something that would really stoke Carly's imagination for the night. "With his mouth too."

"He goes… down… too?!" Carly tentatively asked, feeling her own downstairs warming a bit from the idea. "He enjoys that? Doing that for you?"

"Most times, I don't even have to ask… he can just tell that I'm horny… and in seconds, I'm an all-night open buffet for him…" She paused to sigh through a deep grin, then continued, "… and he enjoys making sure I'm satisfied and his tongue is magic. I think he's got some rule of always making sure I have twice as many as him. Three times as much… a few times… he's-"

"Twice as many?!" Carly was completely flabbergasted at this information, and dind't even register the triple idea. She had heard from all the guys on base that it was a chore, and from the girls that their guys didn't like it, and to know that none of that was true, at least with her longtime neighbor, ex, and friend, seemed impossible. "So, does that mean you ah… return the favor? I know guys are really eager for a girl to do that for them."

"Return the favor?" Sam cocked an eyebrow and flippantly answered, "You mean suck his cock? Ohhh yeah, mama enjoys her meat."

Carly's eyes went nearly bug-eyed as she snapped, "Sam!?"

"What?" the former delinquent asked while squinting her eyes. "Man meat is still meat… and Freddie's… fuck… I can't get enough of."

"Ohmygodd…" The brunette web-star looked like a fish out of water, something that was becoming too common as the conversation continued. She finally found her voice and asked, "I mean…" She glanced down to her lap and continued with a muttering, "I just can't… you know, imagine putting something like… that… in my mouth."

"And that's your prerogative…" Sam laughed, licking her lips, missing his salty savory flavor dancing on her tongue. "I'm extremely choosy when it comes to… that kind of meat. He's the only one I've had and I have zero interest or want to try any other sample. Boy tastes like bacon, porkchops, steak, a burger and honeybaked ham rolled into a nice-"

"I get that… kinda…" Carly wore an uncomfortable expression as she pushed on, "… but it doesn't make you feel… dirty, degraded having to… put that in your mouth—get on your knees."

"Carls…" Sam turned a disarming smile to her bedmate and replied, "I've done plenty of things with him and that… delicious fuckstick… that could be considered dirty, but… that wouldn't be one of them."

She watched the look of confusion to embarrassment morph on Carly's face. She continued, hoping to get her more 'innocent' friend to understand where she was coming from.

"Look, I understand why you would think that way and for most other guys, you're probably right, but it's not like that with Freddie. He's not one to pull any of that chizz another guy might try… forcing, guilt tripping, or trying to be all manipulative to coax a girl into doing it." The blonde took a few moments to think through how true that statement actually was. "He does that… forceful stuff… with me because he knows I like it. He enjoys giving me the kind of thrill I couldn't ever have with anyone else… I'd never trust anyone else to do that with… and I do that with him for the same reason- I love the act and if I could spend all night sucking on him, I would. It's not like we're trading favors in doing that… we do it because we both want each other so much… and…"

Sam paused for a moment, looking into Carly's eyes and knew that the dark haired girl could see the same emotions that Freddie and Jade, and eventually Cat, saw- she was head over heels, in love, with Freddie and completely in awe of the former tech producer. But unlike the others where there was some judgement and concern, Carly just looked hopeful and happy for her.

"It might not be your thing to crave like it is mine, but… it can be all lovey dovey too. If I really stop and think about it, it can be pretty intimate too, just as intimate when he has his mouth all over me then down there. And when I push it… get that thing deep in my throat, gagging, and I don't let him pull me off, there's something so powerful about choosing his body over air…" Her smile grew again, seeing the combined horror, curiosity, and desire flickering in her bedmate's eyes as she finished with a cocky tone, "And for the record, I'm not always on my knees; sometimes I'm on my stomach in bed. Or laying on him while he's eating me out…"

"Wow…. Just… just wow…" Carly had to take a few moments to process what Sam was telling her, trying to reconcile all the crude stuff she had heard during school with other girls with how it was something intimate to share with Freddie. This was the kind of love that she dreamed about, many times with him, when she lay in bed. She looked back to Sam, curious as to how this all might end. "And what happens when he's ah… ready to finish? Or do you stop before he finishes."

"Finishing is rarely the finish for us…" Sam's smile grew and she licked her lips. "But that's where we have some real fun… and, save for drilling religious experience orgasms into me, probably my favorite part."

"Real fun?" If it was possible, Carly's eyes went wider, trying to piece together the new revelations with what her already overworked mind was trying to process about Sam and Freddie's lovemaking. She breathlessly uttered trying to string the pieces of Sam's statement together, "Your favorite part?"

"Oh yeah…" Sam raised a sly eyebrow as with a wicked smile that held an alluring secret. "Of course. Sometimes we stop just before he's ready to blow, usually so he can get a taste of me and hold off for the main event, other times, I don't stop until he completely unloads—usually in my favorite spot."

Carly nervously swallowed, looking like she was on the edge of her seat despite lying on her side next to her gorgeous friend. "And ah… what spot's that?"

The blonde parted her lips and slyly tapped the tip of her tongue with the pad of her pointer finger. "Right here…"

"You let him…" the dark haired girl was almost gagging at the idea; she'd seen girls in porn show that stuff off and it didn't look remotely appetizing. "… in your mouth?!"

"You bet, Carls…" Sam was feeling the all too familiar warmth as she relived some memories of her lover just exploding to her ministrations, filling her mouth until her cheeks puffed out to hold it all. "And there's usually a lot… but I just take a little at a time, and let it just… ooze down my throat…"

"You swallow… that too?!"

"Duh…" Sam cocked an eyebrow and answered, "Why wouldn't I?"

"It's so…" Carly tried to respond, coming off as flabbergasted that Sam would do such a debasing act… mixed with all the things she imagined about such a thing from her sex-ed classes, and swallowing his… stuff… wasn't in the curriculum. "Because it's, it's… ahhh…"

"It's a-fucking-mazing is what it is…" Sam lazily shrugged a shoulder and replied, her smile growing as she went on, "Can't speak about other guys, but Freddie… mmm… it's better than the best seasoning on a delicious steak. Probably because I work for it, and I earn every bit of that cum… It's nice and salty then a sweet aftertaste… Mama can't get enough of it."

"So you do… that… on your own?" the clearly mind blown young woman asked, still dealing with the realities that what she was hearing was not only true, but true about her two best friends. "He doesn't… you know… make you do-"

"Not a chance…" The blonde gave her friend a half smirk, understanding where she was going with her question and answered, starting to get hotter at the thought as she went. "I do it all on my own. I get down on my knees because I want to. I get his big cock out and suck and lick and stroke that thing until he grunts and gets me ready because I want to. And when he jizzes all down my throat, I'm a very happy girl. So, no… I certainly don't need any coaxing to accept that delicious treat. He's always considerate on where he finishes—unless of course he miscalculates it, but that can happen to the best of us. He doesn't and wouldn't guilt trip me or anything to swallow him... and besides, he swallows me when he goes down on me, so it's only fair."

"Wow…" Carly nodded her head as she processed that Sam not only didn't object to letting him finish in her mouth, but eagerly enjoyed it. She had to also struggle with the thought on the surprisingly logical stance Sam took when she was one for emotions guiding her. The more she heard Sam speak, the more it was turning all her preconceived notions about sex she had learned in classes and from her classmates on their head. Something she thought would have been disgusted and degrading, she saw more and more in a new light that it was just something intimate to share, particularly with Freddie. "That's just…"

"Yeah… it is…" Before she could get too lost in thought, Sam continued, "…and that's not necessarily the only place he can finish…"

"You mentioned he… mistimes it…" Carly said, trying not to biter her lip and envision such a thing happening. "So he does get stuff messy?"

"Oh yeah… he can make a big mess… but it is never unwelcome. The brunette turned her eyes back onto her friend as the blonde continued without missing a beat. "There is always the face… oozing and dripping all over… makes me feel all dirty in all the right ways and…" Her smile grew bigger as she added, "…makes a good moisturizer too."

"Holy cow…" Carly looked horrified imagining her friend in such a condition as she had ran across one time of some explicit videos of women being treated that way. She incredulously asked "So he marks you… like a…"

"A bitch?"

Carly closed her mouth and blushed for a moment then snapped, "Sam!"

"I'm just saying…" Sam smiled at her friend's outrage for her as if defending her honor for ever being referred as such a thing then answered, "If you're thinking it's a sign of some kind of ownership, like I just said, it is, in a way. Like a badge of honor… something I've earned. And I've done the same to his face after he's made me a buffet out of me. Now that can be a mess…"

"That's just…" The former web-hostess's imagination took a turn towards imagining Freddie pleasing her in such a way and finishing in explosive proportions that may leave her release on his face. "I… I can't even…"

"You shouldn't get hung on that because there are more places he can finish that you might enjoy a lot more…" She reached for her chest, palming under her hefty girls under the shirt and clicked her tongue. "Sometimes… my girls just need a good coating… to remind them who they belong to…" Her hand trailed down to her tank top covered belly and patted it as she continued, "…then there's the good old fashion stomach finish, but that's usually after we've done the deed and he's not ready to call it a night yet…"

"And there's… a lot?" Carly swallowed the lump in her throat, watching Sam nod as she grinned, then asked, "So… you two… enjoy one another and he finishes, then… then what happens? Are you done?"

"I told you finishing doesn't necessarily mean we're finished. After he's shot his load, I try to let him relax a bit, but…" She licked her lips, imagining his taste. "Sometimes it's just hard to give him that chance. I know J-" Sam caught herself, not wanting to expose the fact that she and Jade had done such things with him… together. "I, ah, know I… could be… called out… by someone… about not letting him recover."

"You don't let him sleep?!" Carly exclaimed, completely oblivious to the truth, and Sam was a bit thrown because it seemed so odd for Carly to be unaware. More than Cat, even. "You just… keep going?"

"He can go again—not just one pop and stop like some guys—but he's just as sensitive as anyone else after …popping and…" She rolled her eyes and sighed, "I can… prime him too well before hand that can cut into how long we can have fun the next time, and I might not let him… restock the armory, I guess you could say… but anyway, when he's ready and I'm ready then… some more magic begins…"

Her hand couldn't help slid down her stomach and between her legs, imagining his powerful organ parting her nether lips and sliding into her more than willing love sleeve.

"Wow… ok…" Carly could see Sam was getting lost in her imagination and quickly asked to keep her in the here and now, "So… on your back?"

"I mean…" Sam opened her eyes and turned her attention back to her presumably innocent friend in such matters. "It depends…"

"I assume it's on the bed—though you did mention there have been… other places, when he… slips inside you," she hesitantly added, feeling the continuing churn of embarrassment in her stomach. "This is so insane…"

"You asked… I'm answering, Carls… you can back out at any moment…" the former bully of Ridgeway said, eyeing the paler girl who seemed to be weighing that option. "When we do use a bed, on my back is just a good a place as any, but that's just one of many options when he's ready to… put not-so-little Freddie… inside me.

"I'm sorry…" Carly knotted her brow, not understanding the comment. "What do you mean-"

"Oh jeez, Shay…" Sam snorted out a laugh and answered the unasked question, "Let's just say that our Freddie is a little… above average… in size, but not something grotesquely inhuman or some shit. He knows what he has… and certainly knows how to please a woman with hit all the right places with it."

"So… yeah… you said a lot of words about it being big before but I… I guess I thought you were just saying all that… wow…" The brunette bit her bottom lip then quietly asked, using her left hand to point with her index finger and the other hand to make a half closed fist, moving them closer together… "Does it… does it hurt? When he…"

"Well, first off…" the blonde smirked as she pulled Carly's left hand away and crossed the middle and ring fingers with the index, then moved it back to its collision course with the nearly closed fist. Carly's eyes went wide at the very idea of such a thing, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "If we're talking anatomy and pain, it's best to have the right idea with the metaphors."

"Ohmygod…"

"But look… it's hurts at first…" Sam took a deep breath then answered just as quietly, knowing she couldn't kid about such an answer. "No one can help that, not even him. He usually tries to make me cum a couple times, and let me tell you… even if you're lubed up like a slip n slide, it's gonna be a little uncomfortable those first couple inches…"

"Yikes…" Carly winced, unable to stop thinking about sex in all the ways she had seen it, but Freddie's face and her image of his 'equipment' kept popping up. "So it is bad?"

"Like I said… for a few seconds… but then…" She grinned and whistled before finishing, "…holy fucking shit… pain is the absolute last thing on your mind with how he treats you, unless you're into that kind of thing."

"Pretty sure that's not me…" Carly nodded her head and with the look in her eyes, she was imagining him doing the same with her. She focused enough of her mind to ask, "Then?"

"Then… it can be… all… I don't know… touchy feely… but in the best way… being so close to him… surrounding me and being pretty intimate, but…" She let her words hang for a moment for Carly sake and a bit of her own as she was loathed to admit it, those quite moments of intimacy were pretty moving to the system. She quickly forced a smile, shaking her head out of those thoughts then licked her lips. "I don't mind a little cowgirl. It lets me set the pace from soft to hard, slow to fast and frees up Freddie's hands to roam all over me and…"

"Yeah…" Carly encouraged, trying to find the best way to sneak a hand down to touch herself to relieve a little bit of her tension, but Sam was so close, there was just too much to risk. "Keep going…"

"Mmmhmm… you don't even know, Carls…" She closed her eyes for a second and just mentally felt what it was like being on top of him, sunk completely onto his manhood that brushed against her cervix and his hands roaming her body, particularly cupping under her girls for a deep tissue massage. "Putting his cock at my entrance… sinking completely onto him… taking every single inch as far as it will go… kind of trapping him really and choosing how he'll finish…"

"Mmmmhmm…" Carly's mind drifted to such a scenario, specifically during the time she shared her first kiss with Freddie where he was lying on his back. He had just his robe on while lying there and it would have been so easy for her to open it up, slip her clothes off and climb on top of him. She could gently ride him or lean forward and snuggle with him while they were connected and what made it even hotter she wouldn't admit, was that he couldn't escape and couldn't help but finish inside her if she chose. "That's… just wow…"

"Oh yeah…" As Carly's mind continued to play out the scenario, Sam watched her writhe a little at the fantasy, and didn't want to stop storytime until the perfect moment, so she continued with a sly grin on her face, "There's always spooning too. It's a great way to really do it, and do it all romantic, especially if we're both tired, wrapping up, or just want to snuggle. Sometimes, he doesn't even really pull out once he's done, just trying to stay in me as long as he can while he's holding me and we just fall asleep… It's quite convenient when he gets a hard on in his sleep just to pick up where he left off while we're asleep. I know he's had to pop inside me once or twice without either of us realizing it."

"Wait…" Carly finally started realizing the consequences to her imagined scenario when Sam was so blatant on how they finished. "You ah… let him… finish… inside? What about a condom?"

"Not to get too into it, but those can get expensive after a while…" Sam sighed then patiently answered, "I know all about forms of protection and, as much as we can be… into it… we're still careful. We do use them at times… in case we're either in a hurry or can't afford to leave a mess, but it's not a regular thing at all. I don't like the way they feel compared to the real thing, and I know he doesn't care for them either. Plus, I'm on the pill just like you are…"

"Yeah…" Carly was hesitant to admit it, but Sam as right about the 'innocent' teen using such protection even if she wasn't active. Her parents were barely out of high school when they got married and her mother had Spencer, so her father hadn't been naive about the possibility of her daughter becoming active when she was old enough even if she wished it would have been with someone she would be committed to. "Still… it's kinda risky, though…"

"Well, yeah… but that's true of everything. Condoms break too." She lifted the hem of her shirt to show off her smooth, pale belly. She patted over her belly button and remarked, "Sometimes he has so much I think I'm definitely gonna get pregnant… but then I think about what that would be like. Like it wouldn't be the end of the world."

"Really?" Carly said, her mind finally hitting a roadblock from the intense turn on of her imagination. Now all she could see was a very pregnant Sam eating a bucket of chicken off her baby bump, laid up on the couch downstairs. "I guess… I just never saw it… that way…"

"Thanks for that…" Sam rolled her eyes and turned over. "When you have as shitty of a mom as I have, you learn things…"

"I didn't… I wouldn't…" Carly was scrambling for the right words, and finally reached her hand out to Sam's shoulder. The blonde flinched for a second, but she allowed the touch to happen, actually relaxing a bit as she needed some outside stimulation to help bring her off of the roller coaster Freddie's memories had brought. "You're so much better of a person… I guess I just never imagined you two would get back together… or start a family."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Carls…" the blonde whispered with a sigh as she turned back over to face her friend. "I know who Freddie will marry and have kids and a life with. It's just a fantasy. Let's get so me sleep."

"Ok…" the dark haired girl said with a sigh as she tried to get comfortable once more, despite the fact that she felt like she would burn right through the sheets. "If you change your mind and want to talk about-"

"I won't…"

Carly knew this wasn't worth making a big deal out of and when Sam wanted to open up again, she would. The girls settled onto the bed, each one heading off to dreamland. One searching for answers for her future, and the other re-examining her past, and wondering what would have happened if she had made a very different choice.

As each girl slowly slipped off to dreamland, Sam's Pearpad slipped from the sheets, landing on its edge and cutting on for just a moment. Had Carly been awake to see, she would have gotten her curiosity sated to the blonde's viewing habits. Though why the usual tomboy was looking up advice on introducing someone to polyamory probably would have raised more questions than answers.

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I can already hear it now... "New chapter after months of waiting and no sexy times?! How dare you?!" Yeah, yeah, I know... but I promise this issue will be rectified very soon. Our cast is slowly increasing and there are more than a few surprises ahead. I won't give some timetable for the next chapter but ideally it will be up soon-ish and will give some real insight into Carly's mind after the nonstop bombshells. Of course I cannot wait to hear the feedback and look forward to your reviews/comments. So, as always, thanks for reading.