It was the Girly Cow marathon that kicked it off.
As usual, Sam and Freddie had been at each other's throats, knocking insults back and forth like a tennis ball, and Carly was sick of it, so she'd set a deal - Sam and Freddie could spend the evening at her house for the Girly Cow marathon, but if either one of them started an argument then they'd be out and Carly would confiscate their meatballs or PearPhone, respectively. The two had agreed after many failed attempts at compromise, and they wordlessly agreed that they'd be on their best behaviour. After all, Carly deserved a rest sometimes. Carly had been delighted that she'd finally found a way to get an evening in with her friends without having to break up a fight, and so she'd spent the afternoon preparing a feast of meats and snack foods to see them through the night. By six o'clock she'd laid everything out in the studio upstairs, including the three bean bags they all loved to sit on and three sleeping bags for when they finished. On the dot at six, there was a rap on the door and she opened it to reveal a grinning Freddie. She ushered him inside and closed the door, a serious expression flashing across her face as she turned to him.
"Freddie, remember, I want a nice evening," she said quickly. "No arguments, no teasing, no insults..." Freddie waved her worries away with one hand and patted her arm.
"I know, Carly," he replied. "We promised that we wouldn't do anything. We're just gonna have a fun evening in together, ok?" Carly smiled with relief, gently pushing Freddie's hand from her arm.
"I will say though, if anyone's gonna start a fight..." he muttered, before wincing as Carly slapped his shoulder.
"Watch it," she warned him. "No insulting." Freddie rolled his eyes and smiled, looking around the room.
"So what's the plan?" he asked. Carly pointed to the stairs.
"We're gonna be up in the studio, it's all set up." Freddie nodded.
"I'll go dump my stuff," he suggested, taking the steps two at a time. Carly grinned and turned around at the sound of the door swinging open again. Sam entered and slammed the door shut behind her.
"Sup Carls," she said with a smile. "Where's the food and where's the d- Freddie?" Carly pumped her fist discretely as she noticed Sam cutting off her own insult.
"They're both upstairs," she replied. "Come on, let's get started."
The evening passed slowly but the three teens had a great time, laughing and joking together. Sam and Freddie had managed to stay on good terms, despite a couple of dangerous glances between them. Over the course of the evening the three of them had shifted closer together, and by one o'clock Sam and Freddie were practically sitting on top of each other. Suddenly Sam yawned and her head drooped, coming to a rest on Freddie's shoulder. He tensed instantly and glanced over at Carly, silently asking for help. She shrugged, a slight panic crossing her face. Sam's eyes fluttered between wake and sleep.
"Don't go gettin' any ideas, Benson," she muttered. "'m only leanin' on you b'c's I'm... b'c's I'm... can't keep my head up." She snuggled against him and shifted position, moving her head onto his chest. She smiled.
"Tha's it," she continued quietly. "'s better than y'r shoulder." Carly smiled, stifling an "Aww!" which she knew would annoy Sam, and paused the DVD as she felt a yawn coming.
"It's getting late," she said. "Do you wanna keep going, or..."
"Na," Freddie waved a hand dismissively. "We can all use a little rest." Carly nodded and let her eyes shut as she curled up on her bean bag, wrapping her arms around her knees. Freddie watched her as she drifted off to sleep before looking back down at Sam. She opened an eye and looked up at him.
"'re you gonna leave me?" she asked. "'m cold." Freddie glanced around the room.
"I could go get you a-"
"Noooo..." Sam moaned. "Don' go. Y're w'rm. 'nd soft." Freddie raised an eyebrow but Sam's eyes had closed again. One arm went around his waist and she gripped his shirt tightly. Freddie sighed, his breath ruffling her hair, and slipped an arm around her shoulder. She smiled and curled up in his embrace, purring softly. Freddie felt a smile play across his face as he looked down at the sleeping girl.
You know, she's not bad to look at, he thought to himself. If you can get past the random acts of violence and the tongue of steel...
Sam rolled over slightly, her lips parting to let out a breath of warm air.
I mean sure, she's the bane of your life, but she's definately good-looking. More than good-looking, even.
She wrinkled her nose and Freddie couldn't help smiling.
It's almost... cute. She's a demon, but she's a cute one.
Freddie breathed in sharply as a dangerous thought crossed his mind. No, no, no, don't even consider it.
She's right here. She's peaceful, for once in her life. When are you gonna get an oppotunity like this again?
No, no, no, she'll snap your arm off! You'll be crippled for life!
But it'd be worth it.
Freddie could barely control his right hand as it drifted toward Sam's face. Within seconds his finger was running across her cheek, and he felt her hands grip his back as her body tensed.
Be careful, Freddie...
Cupping her head lightly, he bent low over her face and felt the rhythmic wash of her breath over his face. He breathed in softly, enjoying the bacon-scent of her breath. Then, ever so slowly, he brushed his lips against hers. Instantly she trembled, a small moan escaping her lips. He froze, holding his breath as best he could, until she settled down again.
This is suicidal, he thought nervously, but somehow he couldn't stop himself. Again, he brushed his lips against hers and again, she let out a moan, louder this time. Her hand was tracing lazy circles across his back, but he was sure she was still asleep - after all, he was still alive. After a moment to build up his courage, he moved back down. His lips locked around her upper lip and his tongue flicked gently at it. The bacon taste was stronger on her flesh. Amazed at his own daring, he began to suck gently on her lip, eliciting a quieter, more drawn out moan from her mouth. Her bottom lip moved to press against his and he froze again. Was she awake? He waited until her was confident she wasn't before gently prying himself away from her mouth. He pecked her briefly on the lips again before pulling right back, finally letting out a relieved breath. She trembled slightly in his arms and nuzzled against his neck.
"No..." she whimpered. "Give it back, T-Bo!" Freddie smiled and let his eyes drift shut as he gently rubbed her back. He rested his head on top of hers with a satisfied sigh.
Sam strode into the Groovy Smootie and snapped her fingers impatiently.
"Yo, T-Bo! Gimme some bacon!" she shouted. T-Bo glanced at her over the counter, twirling an empty stick between his fingers.
"You want it on a stick?" he asked. "I got a lotta sticks to get through by the end of the day." Sam shot him a look and shrugged.
"I don't care, just as long as it's here quick," she replied, sinking into a chair. T-Bo flashed his teeth at her and turned around briefly before turning back with a stick covered in bacon. Sam's eyes lit up and she licked her lips in anticipation. T-Bo emerged from behind the counter, waving the stick of bacon tauntingly.
"Come on, dude, gimme my food!" she urged him, her hands gripping tightly at the table. T-Bo grinned and shook his head.
"You gotta wait if you're gonna enjoy this," he said wisely. Sam narrowed her eyes and tried to grab at the stick being waved under her nose, but her arms wouldn't move. She snapped her teeth at it, managing to catch a sliver of bacon. She swallowed and instantly melted.
"Oh my god, that is the best bacon I've ever tasted!" she moaned. "Uh, I need more." T-Bo tilted his head as he watched her, holding the stick perfectly still and just out of her reach.
"Come on, T-Bo, I haven't got all day," Sam shouted. The man nodded and again the food came in reach of her mouth. She bit down, catching a little more than before, and sucked it into her mouth, moaning in pleasure again.
"This is too good," she moaned. "Don't hold back on me, man." She stretched her fingers but her arms stayed motionless by her side. T-Bo grinned again.
"You really want it?" he asked. Sam rolled her eyes.
"Duh! Come on, lay it on me!" Without a word he dropped the stick in front of her and she instantly grabbed at it, stuffing as much bacon into her mouth as she could manage. She moaned through her stuffed mouth, savouring the taste of the bacon as the juices seeped onto her tongue.
"Oh god, this is incredible!" she moaned, swallowing. She paused and breathed heavily, looking down at the stick. It was still half full of bacon, but somehow she couldn't reach it.
"What's going on?" she gasped, beginning to panic. The stick of bacon slipped from her grip and rolled across the floor.
"T-Bo, help me out here!" she called, but the room was empty and the lights were going out. Her eyes widened and a warm flush spread across her face.
"Where's my bacon?" she demanded. A slice spun out of the darkness and she bit down, trying to bite it before it got away from her. For a moment the taste lingered but then it was gone and everything was still.
"Give it back!" she whimpered pathetically at the darkness around her. She felt something press down on her and she surrendered to the darkness.