A/N: I'm not sure where my inspiration came for this one. Here's a short drabble.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own iCarly.
Freddie Benson liked Sam Puckett. He has liked her for as long as he could remember. Everytime she would do something mean to him, she'd usually end up hurting or grossing him out in some way. He couldn't count how many times her spit had bben in his ear.
And Freddie loved every bit of it.
Kind of gross, yeah. But when it came to Sam, there was nothing about her that Freddie didn't love. And that included her spit.
So it didn't come as a surprise to Freddie when he started to dream about her. It was very slight, at first. A peck here and there, entertwining hands, them going steady.
But soon, the dreams grew frightningly real, and Freddie found himself dreaming about the smaller things Sam did to him.
Like lick his ear.
In reality, Sam had her spit in up in Freddie's ear...well...more times than she could count. But was this normal, to dream about Sam's spit? It was definitely gross. Freddie concluded. He found that no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get Sam out of his mind, and that meant dream filled nights of things that would never be.
Freddie once fell asleep on the Shay's couch. He just kinda crashed there, and he soon found himself dreaming. About Sam. And her tounge. With his ear.
"Freddie..." dream-Sam would tease, sticking her tounge in and out of his ear in a flirting manner. "MMmhh..."
Freddie smiled in his sleep. Sam could do some wierd things to him.
Not that he didn't like it, of course.
Freddie soon found out that the dream was geetting more and more real. He could actually feel Sam's tounge in his ear, feel the cool breath from her lips. Wait...cool breath? Shouldn't her breath be warm? If she was exhaling in his ear...
Freddie woke up with a start. His mother, marissa Benson, was hovering over him with her ear-vaccum.
"Mom! You tried to vaccum my ear while I was sleeping?"
"Please let me finish!" she begged.
How he wished it had been Sam.
A/N: Hmm...lol. REVIEW!