Hey guys! This is just a little something I was writing to ease some writer's block. This story is more or less a secondary focus, if I decide to continue it. There's a lot of smut in the future chapters, and some of it seems pointless. I hope you guys don't mind too much ;)

Enjoy, and please review! It means a lot!

She was pulling her shirt over her head in the slow, relaxed way that she had. If she was in a hurry, Carly would never have known.

"Thanks for coming over," Carly said, her voice sounding weak, most likely due to the lump in her throat that came to her every time Sam left.

"Anytime," Sam said, looking straight into her eyes. Carly knew it was sincere. Any given time that she called Sam over, the blonde was over in a matter of minutes.

"Do you have to leave?" the brunette asked, feeling vulnerable wearing nothing and clutching the bed sheets to her chest to preserve her modesty.

Sam nodded, again in her slow way, but she wasn't quite as relaxed as before. "I have work in the morning, so it's best that I sleep at my place."

"What about tomorrow night?" Carly asked, looking up at Sam with hope pulsing in her eyes.

The taller girl ran a hand through her hair then turned to Carly. "You know I can't stay here anymore," Sam said, focusing her eyes on her hands as she pulled her shoes on. "It's just not right."

"Sam," came the brunette's attempt at protest as she pushed a quick hand through her hair, almost as if trying to make it look she hadn't been ravaged by a certain blonde vixen just half an hour prior.

"Carly, don't start this again. You made your choice," Sam stood from the bed in search of her socks. "You don't want me anymore."

"You're my best friend," Carly said. "I'll always want you around," she watched with lust-tinted eyes as Sam bent down to put on her socks with only a small, black lace thong on.

"You want me in a way that I'm not okay with. You can have my body, cupcake. But, you can't have me. You had your shot, and you decided to pass."

"Sammy," Carly began, pausing to take a deep breath. "I'm not asking for much. I just want you around more often."

"I'm around plenty. Even when you call me at 1.00 AM because you're horny, I come over and take care of you. I don't see what else you want from me, because you can't have my heart. At least not like how you want it, Carly!" Sam was becoming frustrated, and as she slipped on her jeans, she tripped and fell backwards onto the bed.

"Let's not be angry tonight, okay?" Carly tried to reason, barely biting back a giggle. She caressed Sam's hair gently as she continued to fight with her jeans, finally zipping them up and buttoning them.

Sam sighed. "Alright, Shay," she pecked the brunette on the lips. "I'll call you tomorrow?"

"Okay, do you need me to walk you out?" Carly asked, poised to stand from the bed.

"No, I'll lock the door behind me, just get some rest," Sam replied, stroking a few stray hairs out of Carly's face.

Carly nodded, smiling as she stole another kiss from Sam. "What time do you get off of work?"

"Eight," Sam said, standing from the bed and crossing the room at her leisurely pace. "Goodnight," Sam said, flicking the light off.

"Night Sam."