AN: Oneshot numero dos. As always, I don't own iCarly.

It's definitely a bubble bath day.


"Annnnnd…. We're clear!" he shouts, and you grin, throwing down the hula hoop and astronaut helmet. "Another awesome iCarly." you say. "Mama wants some ham to celebrate." You walk out of the studio (making sure to pull out one of Fredward's many cords) and return a few minutes later with a half-eaten bowl of taco meat.

It's not exactly ham, but who cares?

"You haven't taken off your costume, babe." It's true. Carly's still in her alligator suit, a frown on her face. You put down the meat (Later, food. Mama's coming back for you..) and unzip the suit, helping her out of it and wrapping your arms around her to pull her in for a kiss. Carly doesn't frown. Not if you can help it.

"Ugh, could you please not do that in front of me? I get it - you're dating her, I'm not. No need to rub it in." Freddie groans. You smirk. This is too easy.

"Do what?" you reply. He crosses his arms. "Don't act like you don't know, Sam." You turn and look straight at him, an innocent look on your face. "You mean - this?" You kiss her openly, drawing out his torment. You reach down to grab Carly's butt playfully, and she squeaks and pulls away. God, she's adorable.

"Oh, just get a room!" he huffs. You look at him again. "Freddork, we did get a room. This is a room. Furthermore, it's a room in Carly's house." Carly sighs and smiles. "Sam, be nice."

She sounds so worn out. You're concerned. Carly's always so peppy, bubbly, full of energy. Nothing and no one is allowed to wear her out like this.

Except for you. It's quite enjoyable when you wear Carly out, actually.

"What's wrong, Cupcake?" you say. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just really, really tired." You look at the creases in her forehead and smooth them out with three fingers. "C'mon, Carls. Something's bugging you. Spill."

She sighs. "The SATs are in a week. Freddie got his techie scholarship, and the talent scout loved you. I need at least a part scholarship if I'm going to go to NYU with you guys, and I've taken like seven prep courses, and I'm just stressed and tired."

You begin to mumble an apology when Ms. Benson bursts into the door, a crazed glint in her eye and a sponge in her hand. "Fredward Benson! You are four days, three hours, and twenty seven minutes overdue for your tick bath! Come with me this instant!"

"Aw, Mo- OW, OW, OW, OW, OW!" You can't keep the smile off your face as the dweeb gets dragged out by his ear. Sometimes you really love life.

Inspiration strikes as Freddie's moans die down. "That's it!"

"What's it?" says Carly. "I am getting you to relax. We are going to take a bath." you reply. This'll be fun.

"A bath?" she says, an incredulous look on her face. You can't blame her. This was awfully random, after all. "Sam, it's 7 o'clock. Besides, we both showered this morning."

"So? That was a shower - this is a bath. Totally different." She's not entirely convinced, but she lets you pull her to the bathroom.

You grin wolfishly as you capture her lips, breaking the kiss to pull her shirt over her head. A few minutes of making out later, you're both naked and the water is warm. She sighs as she looks at the tub.

"Sam, how much bubble bath did you actually use?" You hide the once-full container behind your back and slip into the water before she can ask any more questions. She chuckles, then follows suit and just like that she's in your lap.

She turns her head to kiss you softly, and you definitely feel it heating up as she skims her fingers lightly across your abs and your hand slips up her thigh.

She moans into your neck as you slip two fingers into her, eventually shuddering in that way that's oh-so-sexy and digging her nails into your back as she says your name like it's a mantra. When she pulls away after the longest time, she's got this wide grin on her face.

"I did that" you think as you look at her smile, and you're insanely proud of yourself. She hasn't smiled like that in a while.

"Better, cupcake?" you say, and all Carly does is laugh and splash bubbly foam all over you.

These baths are rather relaxing.

-end-

AN: Oh my FSM. I am so sorry for my absence. I've had horrible internet problems.

Reviews would be awesome, and I welcome all criticism - it inspires me to write, and to write well.