Title: Things She Hated
Summary: When Samantha Puckett hated things, she hated them. Series of one-shots/drabbles about things Sam hates. There is a pre-established Sam and Freddie relationship so a post iLost My Mind AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.
When Samantha Puckett hated things, she hated them. It didn't matter why she hated them or how these pet peeves even came to be, Sam won't tell you if you asked. What did matter is that she disliked them and you should take caution with these sensitive subjects. These were things she would not get over; you couldn't make her 'overcome' them because they aren't fears. With Sam you either got used to them or you got out of the way.
Sam wasn't most people. That could be easily proven by her keenness of playing in the mud and consuming more meat than should be humanly possible. She liked to be messy and she liked to be lighthearted and childish even sometimes. So as irrational as you could say she was with her likes, dislikes, and opinions you had to respect them.
You Want To Keep Your Hand Don't You?
Carly had an obsession with being overly clean; she showered three times a day, before school, after school, and before bed. It was really ridiculous if you asked Sam, Freddie, or especially Spencer who was stuck paying the water bill. As annoying as Carly's thrice daily showers could be it gave Sam and Freddie some alone time.
Downstairs Sam and Freddie sat on the Shay's couch watching Girly Cow. Freddie didn't really care much for the show but Sam, Carly, and even Spencer really liked it, leaving Freddie subject to it more than a few times. He didn't mind it much today, though that may have something to do with him being alone with Sam. He loved being next to her, she smelt like coconut making him think of an island like Fiji or Hawaii or Bermuda and it fit her oddly. She had a hard shell around her but when you broke into her she was a softy.
Sam was Sam though and wouldn't let Freddie too close to her. When most girls would be squealing at the guy they liked (a hell of a lot) putting a hand on their shoulder in the most absolutely adorable way ever, as Melanie would say, Sam would push the hand away or yell at him for touching her (quite similar to when they were talking at Troubled Waters Mental Institution).
Freddie knew never to directly put his hands on her shoulders he had been berated by Sam more than enough times to know that by now. However he could find methods around some of the ways she hated being touched. While Freddie wasn't allowed to put a comforting hand on her shoulder: ever (as if she needed it she would tell him) he could sit on the Shay's couch- like they were now- or in the movie theater with her and put his arm around her something she would very rarely let him do if they were just walking or standing around. But he was only allowed to hold her around the waist never the shoulders because she hated that.
They were very much snuggling on the couch, something that Sam would never admit to. She would simply make the excuse that Freddifer was a comfortable pillow. His arm was around her waist, her head was on his shoulder, and her legs were kicked up over his. As much as Freddie liked to hold Sam, his arm was beginning to go numb being crushed between her and the couch. Slinking his arm out from behind Sam Freddie stretched his arm a bit before setting it down just above her knee. And it only took a second before she said something.
"Frednub if you don't take your hand off of my leg right now, I will cut it off." Sam hissed out.
Quickly he moves his hand off hoping to keep all his appendages intact. She hated his hand there and that was that; no questions needed. It was another useful tip for Freddie to put away into his ever growing list of 'Valuable Information About Sam'. It was just a record with little tidbits that prevented his premature death, broken limbs, brain trauma, and saving him from many a beating. They were fragments to the puzzle that was Samantha Jolene Puckett.
The smell of coconut hit Freddie again as his hands rested awkwardly in his lap. He wanted to reach out and stroke her hair; it was practically right in front of him. She hated it though (as Sam hated many things) and wouldn't even let him push a strand out of her face, tempting as it was.
It was even more tempting when she would rest her head in his lap, but that was usually reserved for Fridays after a week of school, iCarly, and the other shenanigans they just happen to get into. Sam would be so tired sometimes that she would walk in and camp herself on the couch dragging her Freddie-pillow with her as Carly went to take her shower.
When Sam would fall asleep, head in Freddie's lap and legs curled up leaving no room for Carly, he would play with her hair, but just a little. It made him feel guilty doing it behind her back knowing that she didn't like it. He felt like he was looking at dirty magazines in his bedroom or something that would make him equally as guilty. Freddie didn't understand why Sam hated these little touches others would happily accept. 'Maybe it is just preference?' He thought but still had no clue.
When he had first tried to stroke her hair one Friday afternoon, she had freaked out and elbowed him in the ribs from where she laid, causing Freddie to let out a pained "Ow!" when she did. What Freddie didn't know was that her gut reaction was that he was going to pull her hair. Yet another thing Sam hated. He didn't ask why, and she didn't want him to. He never did it again though and that satisfied her.
As Girly Cow continued to flash across the screen Sam set her hand on Freddie's leg, a thing he never minded. He picked her hand up and held it playing with the digits a bit. She rarely let him hold her hand in public, unless she was staking some kind of claim over him that is, like the first day back at school after the Looney-Bin fiasco at Troubled Waters, but that was about it; Sam was never one for public displays of affection, or much affection at all really.
They could intertwine their fingers at Carly's because they were always there. It was their home as much as Carly and Spencer's. They never held hands at Freddie's house. Hell if they did, his mother would most likely make them disinfect their hands and probably the couch- already covered in plastic- too. Sam was always cleaner across the hallway and it wasn't something she could say she enjoyed, but rather put up with for Freddie's sake.
Freddie brought Sam's hand up to his lips and kissed her palm. This inevitably led to the pressing of his lips to hers something that sometimes had a few problems. When they stood up and kissed he would wrap his hands around her waist and she would wrap her arms around his neck which was no problem at all because she would never just hug Freddie. When they were sitting down much like now Sam refused to ever sit in his lap, saying that 'it was degrading' with a large pout and huff after they had just been caught on the Shay's couch after Sam sat herself on Freddie during one of their 'sessions'. When they got caught and she was sitting on his lap right in front of Carly and Spencer it made her seem lesser to Freddie, submissive or at least in Sam's opinion now it did.
Now when they made out on the Shay's couch Sam would force Freddie to lie down and let her lay on top of him. This way if they got caught (and they did many times actually) she would be on top controlling everything just the way she liked it.
Today it was getting heated, Sam pushed Freddie down earlier than normal and followed him down easily, not breaking the kiss for a second, because as much as Sam hated being touched in some places she loved being touched in others. She loves it when he runs his hands up and down her sides gently as their tongues battle. She loves when he grabs her hand just to hold it while they were busy with other things. She loves it when he tries so very hard to persuade her into letting him guide them.
But the thing she might enjoy most about their alone time and touches and caresses and the kisses is when one or both of the resident Shay's walk in. Spencer screams and shields his eyes. Carly has a much different reaction though. When Carly walks down the steps and into the living room she sighs exasperatedly and berates them for making out on her couch causing Spencer to walk out of his room (to see what is going on like a responsible adult should) scream and shield his eyes. And all throughout this Sam and Freddie don't stop because she is in control and won't let Freddie wimp out. Sam knows Carly and Spencer Shay hate watching them be all 'disgustingly couple-y' as Carly once put it and Sam gets a kick out of that.
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