Hello guys! I know I should be updating iSwitch Moms right now, but I'm in a little writer's block... And to cure that I figured I'd write little drabbles! Weird, huh? Anyway, hope you enjoy!

EDIT: I changed the rating from M to T seeing as though I have no intention of writing a full-out lemon scene so... yeah! Thanks to the reviewers who helped me sort it out!

This is rated T because of a little lime. They are, after all, married in this fic. So readers, be responsible! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or the characters in this story. They were created by Dan Schneider, who is an awesome dude.

Married Life

Anectode # 1

They were on the couch, watching a horror film on television. Sam was in front, her left hand tucked under her cheek and her right arm on top of Freddie's. Freddie was behind her, his left arm supporting his face because it was above Sam's, his right arm wrapped around his wife's waist. Their legs were entwined to prevent Sam from falling.

"Sam," Freddie whispered in her ear. His lips brushed her neck ever so slightly, as if to rouse a reaction.

The blond responded by shushing him. The movie was getting to the best part. And by Sam's standards, that included someone getting hurt... or worse.

Freddie wasn't surprised by her reaction. She was Sam, after all. He chuckled to himself. Burying his face in her wild blond curls, he whispered her name again.

"Quit it, Fredturd!" she hissed. "I'm watching!" She swatted his face away with her left hand.

Freddie scrunched his face up, trying to get rid of Sam's hand on it. "Pfft, Sam!" he whined exasperatedly after failing.

"Shhh! Here's the best part!" she squealed in anticipation.

Freddie rolled his eyes, her hand now covering the lower part of his face.

Just when the killer raised his machete to beat down on the poor victims, the television screen went black.

Sam sat up in surprise. "What the-" She turned to glare at her husband, who was nonchalantly holding the remote with his left hand, his finger still on the power button.

"What the chiz did you just do?"

"I turned off the television."

"Why? You got a death wish or something?"

"No, I wanted my wife's attention."

Sam was silent for a moment, her face blank. Freddie sat up, too, leveling his gaze. He had a raised eyebrow and the makings of a smirk on his lips.

Suddenly, his wife leaned in to him, her finger hooking onto the collar of his loose bedtime shirt. Her eyes were half-lidded, and Freddie found his lids grow heavy as well.

"You want Mama's attention that bad?" Her voice was a husky whisper. Sam's face was inches from his, her lips almost grazing the sides of his mouth.

Freddie's mouth opened a tiny bit in anticipation. "Uh huh." He started to close his eyes as he leaned, but just when their lips were a half inch apart, Sam pulled away.

"Well, too bad!" she said mockingly, cocking her head to the side. She stood up pointedly, turned, and headed for their bedroom, leaving a puckered-lip, closed-eyed Freddie sitting on the couch.

He blinked a few times for her message to sink in. He heard the door of their room click shut.

He groaned in frustration. "Sam!" he yelled.

The door clicked open and he turned, only for his face to collide with an airborne pillow.

"You're sleeping on the couch until you get that movie on DVD!" she shouted, then shut the door loudly.

Freddie clutched the pillow on his face, mumbling under his breath. He threw it on the couch, then unceremoniously dumped his body on it.

Note to self: Cutting Sam's movie off gets you nothing but a night alone on the couch.

Well, there you have it, the first anecdote.

Tell me, do you want the anecdotes to appear one by one or do you want me to collect them in one chapter? I'll group them according to theme.

Although that will take longer to upload, you'll have more to read!

Please tell me your thoughts by reviewing!

Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it!

~kalyn19