Oh dear, look at what I've done.
I hope that this (drabble) is something a little different from all the other Seddie stories.
No offense, but a lot of them are the SAME EXACT THING.
Oh, and I suppose that this story is set kind of within/after iKiss. I guess. Haha, I don't really know.
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Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. Or anything really.
The first time her lips touch yours all you can think about is ham. But really, who could blame you? It's all she ever talks about and you just so happen to know that she enjoys it very much when you "accidentally" leave the last bit of leftover ham out for her in the kitchen. Somewhere in the back of your mind you register that the ham taste in her mouth overpowers the strawberry lip balm she's wearing, but then she does something with her tongue and all comprehensible thought leaves you.
The second time her lips touch yours all you can taste is the overwhelming sensation of potato salad. Against better judgment, you smile into her lips and remember the craving for potato salad she had when you had discussed your first kisses (or lack there of). You then also remember she had taken your baseball bat and forgot to give it back, and if you ever wanted to see the bat again it might be smart to bring it up sometime soon. But suddenly her hands are roaming through your hair and you tighten her grip on her waist and forget all about the bat again.
The third time her lips touch yours you get a little taste of the coconut cream pie she had smudged along her upper lip. You quickly lick it off, although you can't decide if it was because the pie was so amazing or if it was because you had been longing to run your tongue over her smooth, perfect lip. In the end the pie won, but you're still kissing her because her mouth tastes just as delicious and she had just looked so beautiful with her eyes closed and head thrown back, a spoonful of pie being shoved into her mouth. You'll have to try to steal the rest of her piece when she's not looking later, but you already know there's no chance that anything would come between Mr. and Mrs. This Pie.
The fourth time her lips touch yours you wonder how you keep getting placed in this situation. The maple syrup that was running down her chin now has you sticky and you know for a fact your mother would not be happy about that at all. In fact, you'll probably be forced to take another tick bath because "ticks are attracted to maple syrup" or something and then she'll laugh at you while your mother drags your away. As she presses her tongue into your mouth, you press her against the kitchen island, gaining an upper hand thanks to those few inches you grew over the summer (thank god for puberty). The plate of forgotten pancakes is accidentally knocked to the floor in your haste, which causes her to pull away from you, doing her best to salvage what she can of the food with her eyes narrowed in anger.
"Look at what you did!"
The fifth time her lips touch yours all you can taste is her.