A/N - A little story that just popped into my head. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

We're dancing, and like usual she's leading. Her hand rests on my hip and occasionally she steps on my toes because of my inability to keep up with her. I'm not sure how Sam always has so much energy. Maybe it's all those fat cakes that she makes me buy her.

Sam drags me to a football game at Ridgeway. She out in the field tackling guys three times her size, and I'm her cheerleader on the stands with Carly. The guys will tease me later about it, but as she makes another touchdown, I realize that I don't care.

She kills the spiders in my bathtub and cleans the mousetraps in my basement. I hate dead things and would rather leave the job up to someone who is less squeamish - someone like Sam who can watch gory horror films while eating fat cakes.

We're out having dinner, and Sam's had a job taste testing fat cakes for a while now so she insists on paying. I disagree so she starts throwing croutons at my head. An elderly woman says that Sam is unladylike and we end up getting kicked out of the restaurant.

Romeo snuck over to Juliet's balcony, but in the instance, Sam's knocking on my window. I'm reluctant to let her in and she gives me the finger when I hesitate. My mom's asleep so I mentally cringe and let her in the room. She punches me, and then kisses me.

I cook our anniversary dinner. Lasagna and pasta rigatoni with basil. She kicks off her shoes shamelessly and suggests we eat while watching wrestling. We're snuggled up on the couch and Sam has tomato sauce all over her shirt. I don't tell her.

Sam is the one championing for sex. When we sit on the couch she talks about it, and even now as we do homework. She tells me about Brad and Carly and I roll my eyes. Eventually she concedes. I just want to wait.

Sam presses me against the door, and not in the sultry way you'd imagine. No, she has my arms trapped above my head as she roughly kisses up my neck. I just let her. I don't mind her dominance, and in fact, I enjoy it.

Sam proposes to me... in cut-off jeans and a red tank top. We're in the same restaurant we got kicked out of all those years ago. Each eye is on us, and while some laugh at the switched roles, I smile and tell her yes.

Sam and I just don't fit into the usual gender conventions, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

A/N - R&R, y'all. :)