iShower
By: 1000th Ghost
*This story is dedicated to my subconscious YET AGAIN for dreaming this up last night.*
Crash plus shouting in pain equaled Benson had fallen in the shower. Too bad she didn't care.
"Mom?"
"No, Danger-Prone-Dorkne, Mommy went to somewhere or another for thirty-six minutes."
"I fell."
WAAYYY to go, Captain Obvious.
"And?" Sam questioned, obviously bored with the entire situation. "You're still alive, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but-" He grunted with effort, and she chuckled. "I don't think I can get up."
Sam rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Fredwina? Are you gonna make me help get your misshapen butt off the floor?"
"No! Don't come in here!" He sounded panicked. Desperate. Ooh, this could be fun.
"Why ever not, Freddie?" Sam crooned tauntingly.
"'Cause!" he exclaimed, as if that should be explanation enough. "I'm…'i-in the shower'."
She grinned evilly, tickled at the opportunity to cause him such awkward humiliation. "Well, ah, unfortunately, your mother would probably sue me if I let you drown in there. …although it might be worth it."
"Ugh…" A groan of annoyance but submission.
He was pleased to see that her eyes were closed as she stepped into the bathroom, but one couldn't be sure whether or not she was peeking.
Sam threw her arms in the air as if to say "Well?" and he offered, "Down here."
Groping haphazardly in the water, she found…ah, here was some part of some cast-
"Can you turn off the water?"
Aw, he sounded so sincere. As if she would really do him a favor. How sweet. Sarcasm galore.
"No, I'm not turning off your stupid water, I'm standing you up!" With that, in true Sam-super-strength fashion, she somehow managed to upright him in one motion.
"O-OW! Easy!" he yelped, and before she knew it, he was off balance again and had toppled into her, forcing her against the wall in an unwanted Freddie-Sam-tile sandwich.
She opened her eyes but could see nothing but his own brown ones staring at her with a look she had only seen once before.
His lips hovered over hers, and, of course, he wanted to, and, of course, she wanted to, and, of course, he had to be kidding.
"Not gonna ha-ppen!" she sang.
He smirked. "Yes, it will."
"Nope."
He almost barely grazed his mouth across hers, and when she leaned forward, he pulled back and laughed at her audible whine.
"Why not?" His heavy breathing mixed with the already humid air of the shower, and she wondered if she was suffocating. She wondered if she liked it.
"Because we hate each other."
"And?" Stupid boy, he was mocking her. "You're still a girl, and I'm still a boy, aren't we?"
His evident erection prodding her through her Bermuda shorts and her diamond-hard nipples smashed against his bare chest were more than enough of an answer.
She only mumbled one word as their lips sucked in the steam that was between them and collided (an ironic word, considering their location). "Dirty."
The End
