Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.

A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please don't be too critical...

Chapter 1

Sam's POV

Ham.

The smell of honey-glazed ham filled my nostrils and I breathed it in. I rolled onto my back, groaning at the sun in my face. Reaching for a pillow to cover my eyes, my fingers grabbed something soft. I yanked at it, thinking it was caught on something, and realized whatever I was pulling was heavier than a pillow. I opened my eyes and followed my arm to see what I had grasped, noticing my fingers curled in the sleeve of Carly's t-shirt. I had dragged her from the edge of the bed to me in the middle.

Scanning her face, I sighed when I realized she was still asleep, and let go of her sleeve. Her forehead was crinkled from her deep frown, and she rolled onto her side, facing me, her arm thrown across my waist. She sighed, her face relaxing, but her hand grabbed a fistful of my shirt, pulling me to her. My shoulder bumped her chin and she lifted her head to rest it on my chest, her hand releasing my shirt.

I lie there in shock, trying not to move or wake her up. Why didn't I just move her and run? There was food downstairs and I was hungry. As if on cue to the thought, my stomach growled and she patted it. Her hand found mine and pulled it across my body to rest on her hip.

Was she aware of was she was doing? I wondered as I slid my other arm around her waist and held her closer. Did she have any idea what she does to me? Did she really have any fucking idea that I was in love with her and I was terrified of telling her?

I tensed as she tilted her head and kissed my neck, and suppressed a moan. Damn it, Puckett, stay calm! I almost stopped breathing as she bit my neck, her tongue running across the soon-to-be-bruise. I moaned, cursing myself for possibly waking her out of this dream, but she was too far out of it. Her body shifted so was half-laying on me and her lips found mine with ease. I closed my eyes, mentally screaming at myself as I kissed her back, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

This wasn't real; it was just a dream. At least for her, it was. I just happened to be the closest thing she could act out on at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining, but I would much rather her be awake for this sort of thing.

I let go of her entirely and groaned. Wake up! As if she heard my brain scream at her, she rolled off of me and curled into a ball. I took the opportunity to hurry downstairs in just a t-shirt and boxers and grabbed a single of piece of ham from the plate on the kitchen table.

"Just one piece?" a voice asked from the stove.

I jumped and looked at Spencer. "I'm not too hungry this morning," I lied. I was fucking starving, but something else was hogging my stomach from the familiar feeling of wanting food. Something by the name of Carly to be exact. Waking up to ham and then…that…was enough to send my brain into overdrive and I wasn't sure I could handle it when Carly walked down the stairs soon.

A/N: Please review. It's short for now, but if I get good feedback I'll make it longer.