High Note

A Sam and Freddie Fanfiction

I do not own iCarly

Summary: Sam is having trouble with a song she's interested in singing. She'd been obsessing about the high note for two weeks, so Freddie takes it upon himself to help her hit it.

"Fuck!" I cried before throwing the sheet of music across Freddie's bedroom. For weeks I've been trying to hit this note but it stays just out of reach. Since Carly is out of town, I've been asking Freddie to offer support. To my surprise, he actually did it.

"Come on Sam, I know you can do it," he said softly. I glared at him before rolling my eyes and falling on his bed.

"Obviously I can't because I haven't done it yet," I countered. He released a sigh before looking down at me.

"I have an idea," he said. "How about we try to relax you a bit? Then, when you lose the tension you can try again." After a moment of thought, I nodded.

We both stood. I looked up at him. He towered me now. I watched his face as he helped me shrug off the jacket that I wore. Beneath it was a simple white tank top.

He made me sit on his bed and he sat on his knees behind me. In an instant, his hands were on me. He touched the skin of my arms gently before massaging my shoulders. I was lost.

I sat and simply enjoyed the feel of his hands on me. It was something so familiar to me that I could practically memorize everything he was doing. I remember the warmth and the pressure of his hands. I remember the way they move. I remember the size of his fingers. I remember it all.

I was so lost in the memory of us that I almost missed the feeling of his lips against my neck. I gasped, but something in me couldn't fight him. I'd always hated that about when we went out. He had power over me.

So instead of pushing him away, I let my head fall on his shoulder. Without applying a single kiss, he scanned his lips across the skin of my neck. I shivered. He knew my weaknesses, and he knew how to take me to another world. And tonight, he did just that.

In a matter of moments, our clothes were scattered all about and there was no one else in this world but me and him.

He took me to another place with each kiss and each touch. His fingers were gentle as they touched my burning skin. His lips seared my skin; making me hiss each time he made contact. He trailed his lips up from my chest to my ear.

"Sing for me," he commanded in a deep whisper. With a light moan, I did as instructed. As soon as I began singing, he took me.

It was so hard to focus on my actual singing that I gave up and just focused on the feeling he was giving me. I continued to sing for him and he continued to dance with my body.

Each time I sang it through my voice raised higher and higher. After about an hour of singing, I did it. He pushed into me once more and filled me with his essence. As it shot into me, my voice rose louder.

I looked up at Freddie once I was down from my high. He leaned down and kissed my lips with such gentility that I could have cried. He gave me an Eskimo kiss.

"You sounded beautiful," he whispered. I tilted my head up and crushed my lips against his with passion. He responded immediately.

I curled up in his arms that night and slept the best I'd slept in months. Not only did I have my love back, but I hit that high note.