Hey everyone! I hope you are all well and happy. I decided that this chapter would be rated M because there's no use in waiting, it doesn't build suspense, since the first chapter was set after a sex scene.

Anyhow, I'm still looking for a beta, so anyone interested, please let me know! And thank you all for your reviews, they mean a lot to me and they actually give me things to think about in regards to the plot. (:

Sam walked into her apartment after six hours of boring, slow-paced work. She went straight for her room and flopped down onto her bed, not bothering with a shower. She was exhausted, due to not getting enough sleep because she had been 'handling' her best friend's late night urges again.

Before her eyes could drift shut, she felt a brief vibration coming from her pocket. Sam sighed and fished in her pocket for her phone and flipped it open.

-Are you home?

Oh yeah, Sam thought to herself as she read the text. I promised Carly I would call her…

Without further hesitation, Sam pressed the talk button which automatically dialed the number of one Ms. Shay. It rang twice before she picked up.

"Hello?" Carly answered, and Sam could hear the smile in the other girl's voice, causing her to smile herself.

"Hey Carls, what's shaking?" Sam asked in her typical way, only slightly tired.

"Nothing, I'm just watching some TV. What are you doing?" Carly questioned, sounding a bit concerned. "You sound like you're exhausted."

"Yeah, I'm a little tired, work was a nightmare," Sam yawned, covering the receiver so Carly wouldn't hear. "I'm just lying in bed right now."

"Can I join you?" Carly asked, and Sam could almost imagine the puppy-dog pout Carly was putting on at the moment. "Please?"

"Yeah, why not. Come on over," Sam told her, shrugging her shoulders, even though no one could see.

"Okay!" Carly exclaimed, excitement finding its way into her voice. "I'll be over in a bit. Bye!"

"Peace," Sam muttered into the phone before closing it and letting her head fall back down to her pillow.

An unidentified amount of time later, Sam was being shaken awake by a towel-clad Carly.

"Wha?" Sam slurred, feeling as if she was inside one of her wet dreams.

"Sammy," Carly cooed, a blush tinting her cheeks and her damp hair brushed Sam's forehead. "Wake up."

"Why?" Sam whined, turning over. The half-naked brunette sat on the bed, not letting her blonde friend drift back to sleep.

"Because, Sam, you've been asleep for a while. I've cleaned your room, done your laundry and showered," Carly said, causing Sam to roll over and face her with a lopsided grin.

"Why'd you shower when you know you're just gonna get dirty again?" she asked, a lecherous smile creeping its way onto her face.

"Pardon?" Carly questioned, but instead of a response, Sam tackled the brunette, topping her with a grin.

"Oh, Sam," Carly moaned as her neck was assaulted by the blonde's tongue and her covered body was being covered by hands everywhere.

"Hm?" Sam wasn't really paying attention as she opened up Carly's towel to find her wonderfully naked underneath it. Her eyes appraised the brunette's gorgeous body; soaking it all in before she embarked on her task of making her fly from pleasure.

"Too much clothes," was Carly's reply as she lifted Sam's plain white shirt over her head and pulled the blonde closer to her, feeling that both of their chests were rising and falling quickly with deep, heavy breathing.

The foreplay was short, as usual, because this wasn't about love or anything like that. It was all about urges and needs and lust. Somewhere along the line, Sam had accepted this in a numb, surface-level type of way. But, as with anyone with a functioning heart, she felt the pain deep down.

"Is this what you came for?" Sam breathed huskily into Carly's ear as she stroked her now-slick opening. The brunette shivered at the close-but-not-quite-close-enough contact. She gave a small nod while biting her lip to prevent herself from moaning.

A small piece of Sam's heart broke every time, but it was a duty she knew she had to fulfill. Parting the lips of Carly's womanhood, Sam entered her slowly with two digits drawing out a gasp from the brunette.

"Oh, Sam," Carly whimpered, wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck as a pleasurable pressure began to mount in the bottom of her stomach. To silence her, Sam pressed her lips urgently to Carly's and their tongues began to dance together as they kissed with open mouths.

Sam's mid-paced thrusts were matched by Carly's hips rising every time in perfect rhythm. Every odd thrust, Sam would pass her thumb over the smaller girl's sensitive area causing her to jerk involuntarily.

Curling her fingers inside of the brunette and slowing her thrusts considerably, soon Sam felt Carly begin to shake as her walls tightened around her fingers.

A low moan escaped the brunette's throat as the orgasm wracked her body to a shivering mass. "Fuck," she groaned out an uncharacteristic curse word as her breathing hitched.

Sam continued her ministrations at a slow pace as Carly rode out her climax until her shaking had ceased completely. Then, slowly she withdrew her fingers covered in fluid and licked them clean individually as her partner watched.

Carly's breathing had yet to return to normal, so Sam wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close. "Are you alright?" she whispered placing a tender kiss on her forehead.

A nod was her initial response, but after composing herself a little, she spoke. "You get me every time," Carly purred into Sam's ear, turning them over so that she was lying on top of the blonde.

"Carls," Sam groaned, but nothing about her tone of voice or demeanor said that she was even remotely turned on. "I'm really tired."

Disappointment scrawled itself onto Carly's features as she visibly deflated. "You never want me to make love to you Sam." Her fingers were trailing themselves up and down her best friend's arm slowly.

"I just don't feel like fucking right now," Sam stated, making the distinction clear between what her and Carly thought they were doing.

"Why do you call it that?" hurt was radiating through her eyes.

"Because, really, that's all I feel like this is," coldness was what Sam wanted Carly to feel from her, but she was afraid her mask would falter as it always did when she wore it for Carly.

"Well, I don't. And I don't believe that you really do either."

Sam lifted an eyebrow at her friend, but spoke no words. She moved to push the brunette off of her, but the adamant girl only sat up so she was straddling the blonde's waist.

"Listen, Sam. Please. I mean, you're always so gentle with me, never rough or in a hurry, and you care. You think that I'm attractive and you make me feel good about myself."

"Carly, you shouldn't need me to feel good about yourself. And anyone lucky enough to be with you would treat you the same way. No matter what you say, it's just fucking to me."

"How can it even be anything short of love-making when you make me feel like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world?"

Sam gazed at Carly with a pained expression on her face, shaking her head slightly and biting down hard on her lip. "Carly, maybe you should leave."

"Sam, I want to stay with you tonight."

"Please, Shay. This isn't going to end well, I can feel it."

Tears began to pool themselves in the corners of Carly's eyes at the thought of leaving Sam. "Please, I need you."

"You already got what you came for, why won't you go home?" Pain fueled anger struck Sam's eyes, but when she saw the complete hurt and tears that streamed down Carly's face, regret replaced the fire.

"Carly, I didn't mean –"

"You're right. I should go," she scurried from the bed to the chair in the corner of Sam's room to reunite with her clothing. As she pulled her jeans back on, Sam came up behind her and wrapped her arms around the crying brunette's midsection and pressing her body into her back.

"I'm so sorry, cupcake. Don't cry, I wanna spend the night with you, okay?" In truth, Carly could cry over any given thing, and Sam just melted every time. There was just no resolve in opposition of her best friend's tears.

Carly turned around in Sam's arms and the blonde brushed a stray tear off of her cheek. They shared small, hopeful smiles.

"Okay. Let's go to my house. The only thing you have in your fridge is ham."