Short Spam Thingy.

Ok, I was looking for a really good SPAM fanfic, and couldn't find one. (Maybe I wasn't looking hard enough?) Oh well, anyway, I needed to write this down. Whether it's good or not, well, you can be the judge of that!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything-no seriously-you should see my house. Nada.

Sam burst through the Shay's apartment door. "What up what up what up?"

"Hey Sam." Spencer wiped his hands on a dish towel. "Where's Carly?"

She flung herself on the couch. "Her and Freddie went out to the Groovy Smoothie." She rolled over.

"Well, how come you didn't go with them?" He asked.

She groaned. "Eh, wasn't really in the mood to be the third wheel." She shrugged. "Figured, I could throw myself a pity party or raid your fridge." she sat up and smiled. "Speaking of which-" she stood and made her way to the fridge. "Watcha got for mama?"

As she reached the fridge, she attempted to open the door when Spencer's phone rang. "Oh, hang on a sec." He moved in front of her and reached for his phone on the opposite counter, just as she pulled the door open. Spencer let out a yelp as the door hit him, sending him forward. In one quick motion, he wrapped his arm around Sam and pulled her to him, while steadying himself with a hand on the counter.

"You ok?" he asked her.

She nodded, suddenly aware of the compromising position they were in. "I'm fine. Although it's clear that you and gravity still have problems with each other."

He cracked a smile, his arm still wrapped around her waist. "You sure you're alright?" He couldn't stop himself as he lowered his head toward hers.

She grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt. "I'm-I'm good." She felt his breath on her lips. Ok, this is taking too long. Annoyed, she pulled him down to her, their lips crashing against one another's. His hold around her waist intensified as she wrapped an arm around his neck. The kiss deepened as she bit his bottom lip, gently, but hard enough to elicit a slight moan. She bit down once more before pulling away. For a while the two stood there, staring at one another, chests heaving.

Sam spoke first. "All I wanted was a sandwich-" she removed her arms from his neck. They came to rest on his chest.

"Are you still hungry?" Spencer asked quietly, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Yeah." She pulled him in for another heated kiss, this time, her hands began undoing the buttons on his shirt. "And for the record-" she stopped for a moment to catch her breath, "This-" she motioned between the two of them, "Way better than a sandwich."

THE END

So! There it is! I know it was short but hey, watcha gonna do? Anyway, tell me what you thought! It's Almost 1 am and I'm tired. Interesting stuff always seems to happen when I'm tired. Anyway, let me know!