Lo and behold, here's chapter one. Not long, and with a hint of lime, but I figure it's a good way to start off. Or is it? You can tell me in the reviews if you'd like.

Forgot this last time, so: I don't own iCarly. I wouldn't like to either; it seems like way too much work.

Chapter 1

Freddie

Why did she want to see me? Was this about Brad? This was usually Sam's area of expertise. She may not be the girliest girl out there, but she has these kinds of feelings too- I would know.

I crept out of my room, through the apartment and out the front door. I stopped at her door, hesitating under the florescent lights of the hallway. I started to knock when the door swung open quickly. She was standing there, a box of tissues in one hand and a blanket in another, wearing a baggy t-shirt which went down to her hips, exposing some of her solid blue panties. Her hair was a mess; I was surprised that she would even let me see her like this. We stood there for a minute before she spoke.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked, quietly.

"Uh, sure." I walked into the apartment and closed the door behind me while Carly started up the stairs. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked, pausing on the steps. I declined.

I followed her into her room and joined her on the couch. She set the tissue box down and covered herself in her pink blanket. Carly whispered "I couldn't sleep. I'm sorry if I woke you. I didn't want to be alone right now, I hope you understand."

I sighed. "No, I was just doing some tech stuff for the show. I got a new bracket, see, and I was just... uh..." She was staring at me, confused. "You know what, it's not important. So... let's talk?"

Carly put her head on my shoulder, and I complied by wrapping my arm around her. I could hear her breathing- slow, sometimes erratic. It was obvious that she had been like this all night.

"I can't stop thinking about how happy we were together. Now he won't even return my calls..." she grabbed a tissue to wipe away a tear "... I guess he doesn't want to bother with me anymore. It's like I'm not worth talking to if I'm too far away."

"Look, I know you're feeling bad, but you really need to get out of this mood you're in. Your brother misses you, your friends miss you. We all want you to be happy," I said. I didn't know how well my words were getting through to her, but I felt her inch closer as I said them. "You'll move on, trust me. Starting Monday I bet you'll be aching to get out of the apartment." We sat there in the silence and darkness, relaxing.

"Well Carly, it's getting late. You need some rest," I said.

Carly looked up at me, her face substantially less red than before. "You can stay if you'd like." I had a bad feeling rising in my gut.

"I guess I could crash on the couch downstairs." I didn't want to stay, but if it makes her happy, I can't refuse.

She didn't break her sleepy gaze on me. "Just stay here, Freddie... please?" I've never seen her this vulnerable. Slowly, she moved towards me, mouth opening and eyes closing. Her lips met mine, and I tasted what seemed like the combination of lip gloss and tears. The salty strawberry kiss was soft and extended, only paused shortly to catch breath every few seconds or so. I felt her arms reach behind my head, tugging softly at my hair.

Before I had a chance to properly process what was going on, she had straddled me, grinding ever so slowly. I wrapped my hands around her waist and under her shirt, feeling her bare skin as it grew goosebumps beneath my fingers. Her warm back arched to my touch; her hips moving on their own. Her hands were exploring my physique, slipping in and out of my shirt, tugging at the waistband of my pajama bottoms. It was driving me mad having her do these things to me. She had gone from being a vulnerable girl to a lusty nymph in less than five minutes.

We finally broke our embrace, and slowed our motions to a halt. She was staring at me, her eyes half open. I could see the want in them, the want for more... private company than I was inclined to offer. I needed to say something, but I was at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry," I said, voice cracking.

Brilliant choice there. In one swift motion, I gently lifted her off of me and headed for the door. I didn't look back. I couldn't. I made a beeline out of her apartment and through mine to my room. What had just happened? Exhausted, I collapsed onto my bed, and forced my body to sleep even though my mind was unwilling, still filled with images of Carly's nearly-naked form caressing me, pulling at my hair. I could still taste her, smell her. After the sun had peeked out over the horizon, I finally slept.

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