Author's Note: Hello, Creddie fans. First off, I'd like to say how stoked I am by the sudden influx of Creddie stories flooding and overwhelming FF right now, it's a beautiful thing I tell you : ) It gives me even more inspiration to write even more Creddie stories in the near future. Lately, I feel like I've just been living, breathing and sleeping Creddie (and a little Mathan too). I blame this story 100%. And now for the first leg of the honeymoon trip; I hope you'll like the offerings.
Disclaimer: Alright, I confess. My name is Dan Schneider: I'm a middle-aged hyperactive man who creates kid's show like iCarly for a living.
Gotcha.
8 March, 2026
San Francisco International Airport
"Are you sure you're up for this?" Freddie asked curiously of his wife.
"Well, there's no turning back now," Carly answered simply with a smile on her face as she gazed back at her husband.
The two of them were back in comfortable casual attire after their wedding reception and were now standing at the check-in counter at San Francisco International Airport. Freddie had already revealed to Carly that they were spending their honeymoon on the Island of Pangkor located in Malaysia. They would be gone for three weeks while Marissa looked after little Carly.
"It's gonna be a pretty long flight," Freddie noted while glancing briefly at his watch.
"I brought a few games along that I can play. But in case I get bored, I can always play with you," Carly teased slyly while bumping shoulders with Freddie.
"I don't know, we're looking at about a 20 hour flight here." Freddie remarked knowingly.
"Are you honestly trying to talk me out of going on our honeymoon now?" Carly asked disbelievingly as they got closer to the front of the line.
"Of course not. I'm just saying that you should be prepared." Freddie responded lightly.
"Well as long as I'm with you, I can face anything." Carly stated sweetly before standing on her tiptoes to kiss Freddie gently on the lips.
They were still walking together and kissing by the time they got to the front of the counter. The woman behind the counter glanced at the two of them and grinned at their overt display of affection.
"Let me guess: newlyweds?" she ventured shrewdly.
"Uh-huh," Freddie and Carly murmured in unison before chuckling and kissing once more.
"May I please see your boarding passes?" the woman asked politely.
Freddie dug into his suitcase and retrieved his and Carly's boarding passes and handed them to the woman behind the counter.
"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Benson, you can make your way to the lounge now while you wait. Enjoy your flight." The woman behind the counter greeted courteously.
"Thank you," Freddie and Carly responded graciously and began walking towards the airport lounge, hand in hand.
After showing their boarding passes to the man behind the counter, Freddie and Carly got comfortable on a sofa in front of a big screen TV while they waited to board for their flight.
"Haven't we seen this episode already?" Carly questioned wonderingly while Freddie dished them some complementary finger foods.
"What are we watching?" Freddie asked curiously as he placed their plates down on the coffee table in front of them along with some drinks.
"Survivor. But I'm sure we've seen this episode before." Carly stated emphatically.
"We have. It aired last week."
"Nuh-uh. This is like from three seasons ago."
"How can you say that? We were watching it last Friday in the hotel sports lounge together." Freddie informed Carly.
"No ways, I've seen this guy with the weird beard before three seasons ago." Carly protested firmly.
"Carly, in case you haven't noticed, all of the guys have weird beards this season. It's kind've the point of the entire series." Freddie joked lightly.
"And what's that? No sense of hygiene whatsoever?" Carly joked back.
"Yeah, something like that. Here, try this." Freddie offered gently while feeding Carly a tiny crab cake.
"Hmm, this is so good." Carly murmured contentedly in-between mouthfuls.
She smiled up at Freddie and stopped short when she noticed that he had a pensive expression on his face.
"Hey, are you okay?" Carly asked concernedly.
Freddie snapped out of his reverie and smiled wryly at Carly.
"What's wrong?" Carly persisted slowly.
"I ran into Jake the other day." Freddie informed Carly cautiously.
Carly paused for quite a while before answering.
"When?" she asked wonderingly.
"Two weeks ago when I had that conference in New York. I bumped into him inside JFK. He was en route to LA. Figures, right?" Freddie asked while chuckling wryly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Carly asked seriously.
"I don't know. I guess I've still been digesting it this whole time." Freddie admitted meekly.
"How is he?" Carly questioned probingly.
"He's okay I guess. He asked about you."
"Did you tell him we were getting married?"
"Yeah, I did."
"How did he take it?" Carly asked nervously.
"He seemed surprised at first, but then he shrugged it off like he expected it. I apologised to him." Freddie responded frankly.
"For what?"
"For getting between the two of you in the first place, that it was never my intention. I told him that I thought he was really brave to let you go the way he did and that I couldn't have done it myself. He said that he appreciated me saying that in spite of everything." Freddie explained soberly.
"Is he…still single?" Carly ventured awkwardly.
"I don't know, I didn't ask. The conversation didn't last that long before we both went our separate ways." Freddie divulged slowly.
"Do you regret not marrying him?" he asked after a moment of silence.
Carly, who had been staring off into space with her hands pursed under her chin, glanced sharply back at Freddie. She took her hands out from underneath her chin and cupped Freddie's cheeks instead.
"Freddie, the only thing that I regret about any of that was breaking Jake's heart. He's a good guy and he didn't deserve that, especially from someone he loved. I just wished I could've spared all of us the heartache. But hear me when I say this. I love you, Freddie and I don't regret choosing you, not for a second. I will never regret it." Carly declared vehemently while looking Freddie directly in the eyes.
"I love you so much, Carly." Freddie stated in a relieved tone.
"Good. That's what I've always wanted to hear. Now, don't be stingy with those crab cakes." Carly teased while grazing her nose lightly against Freddie's.
Freddie smiled and handed Carly another crab cake. She bit into it with relish right before popping the remaining half into Freddie's mouth. Freddie chewed on his half slowly and deliberately and then swallowed. Grinning mischievously, Freddie took Carly's middle and index finger into his mouth and began licking the pastry crumbs from the crab cake off of them with sensual deliberation. Carly shuddered with pleasure at the feel of Freddie's tongue lavishly licking at her fingertips one by one. Carly in turn took her two fingers that Freddie had already licked and placed them in her own mouth, being sure to swirl her tongue around the tips while Freddie watched with unrepressed delight. Carly took her fingers out of her mouth and watched Freddie intently.
"Look at that, it's like we're kissing." She teased with a sly grin on her face, referring to the exchange of saliva between them.
"Or we could just kiss." Freddie mumbled hotly right before attacking Carly's lips with his own.
He brought her close to his own body till she was practically in his lap while their lips moved together.
"Sounds like a plan to me," Carly murmured demurely when they broke apart.
Then she launched herself right back into Freddie's arms, gripping the collar of his dress shirt tightly while she kissed him fiercely. Freddie gently pushed Carly back down onto the sofa and laid his body over hers, holding her hands at her sides in a vice-like grip with his own. Carly moaned in ecstasy when Freddie began licking and sucking her collarbone like a starving man at a buffet table, his panting like music to her ears. It wasn't long before Carly finally remembered where they were.
"Freddie, we have to stop." She protested as firmly as she could, given her current state of arousal.
"You're no fun," Freddie complained lightly while kissing a spot behind Carly's ear that was especially sensitive for her, causing her to shiver pleasurably.
"We're in a public place," Carly attempted once more.
"Public place. Private lounge." Freddie reasoned smoothly while kissing Carly's lips gently.
"If you don't stop now, I'm going to rip your clothes off in the next few minutes." Carly warned, her eyes dark with lust.
"Would that be so terrible?" Freddie asked pleasantly.
"Yes it would be, since we both agreed that we should wait till we get to Pangkor before we have sex." Carly reminded seriously.
Freddie sighed and got off of Carly with a dramatic groan.
"Well in that case, you have to stop doing ridiculously sexy things in front of me like licking your fingers." Freddie scolded, feigning reproach.
"Sorry." Carly apologised sheepishly.
"I don't know how I'm going to make it through this flight." Freddie complained wearily while willing his bulging erection to dissipate before they got onto the plane.
"Well if we ever celebrate a second honeymoon, you should make reservations in Hawaii instead. Much closer to home than Malaysia." Carly teased mercilessly before pecking Freddie's cheek playfully, causing him to roll his eyes.
An hour later, Carly and Freddie had gotten on board the plane and climbed the stairs to their first class seats. Despite being placed in the most expensive seats on the plane, the flight was fairly booked up since most of the passengers would either be continuing on connecting flights towards Singapore or Sydney from Kuala Lumpur International Airport.
Freddie mentally congratulated himself on being able to stop himself from jumping Carly in the plane while the air hostess served them their Prawn salad and champagne. But he glanced worriedly over at Carly, who was practically glowering from her seat. He felt relatively guilty, thinking that perhaps she was upset with him for nearly making her break her resolve not to have sex for the first time before they arrived at their honeymoon destination. But Freddie reasoned that Carly must certainly know that he was teasing her about not wanting to wait. Freddie wanted to be with Carly more than anything, but he also knew how important their first time together as a married couple was to her.
Which is why he was completely confused when Carly abruptly unfastened her seatbelt and got to her feet.
"I can't wait anymore. Meet me in the bathroom in 2 minutes." Carly whispered painstakingly in Freddie's ear before heading towards the bathroom.
It took Freddie several more seconds to process just what Carly had propositioned before he hastily began unbuckling his seat belt and hopped out of his seat. He glanced shiftily from left to right while making his way along the small passageway en route to the bathroom. Then when the coast was clear, he opened the door and stepped inside.
Just as he locked the door and resolved to talk things out first, Carly practically leapt into his arms and wrapped her nimble legs around his waist and began kissing him ferociously. Freddie lost his balance and felt his back slam against the adjacent cubicle wall as Carly's hands found their way into his hair, her mouth clamped tightly on his. It was moments like these when Freddie forgot to think at all as his lower body took over completely. He gained some control over the situation and pushed Carly against the bathroom sink next to them and covered his body with hers, kissing her furiously and assuredly.
Do you really wanna touch it?
Do you really wanna mess with me tonight?
And if you know how I like it
Won't you call my name and give it to me right?
Carly pulled her mouth away from Freddie's momentarily to moan softly as Freddie's hands cupped her breasts roughly and stroked the taut nipples through her blouse. She ground her hardened mounds into his perfectly sized hands as all coherent thought began to disappear from her brain. Freddie slid one of his hands down towards the area where Carly ached to be touched most; he teased her mercilessly by making his hand graze her inner thigh just inches away in a tantalising manner before pulling back each time, much to Carly's disappointment.
Could you just put that thing on me?
So I can just freak on you
And you could just freak on me
And I'm gon' give it to you all night long
I'mma show your body what your lips are doing wrong
Ooh
Carly eventually got her own back by slapping Freddie's hand away and shoving him backwards so that his rear hit the lid of the toilet seat with a loud thump. Before Freddie could even groan from the bruise that he knew was already forming, Carly had straddled his lap and covered her lips with his once more, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Freddie's hand crept around her back before moving downwards towards her posterior as he began squeezing her cheeks roughly through her jeans.
Your love just feels so good to me
Could you just move it on up?
Cuz I want ecstasy
And I'm a give it to ya all night long
I'mma show your body what your tongue is doing wrong
Ooh
Carly moaned at the sensation of Freddie's hands on her body. Her hand found its way between Freddie's legs and she began groping his bulging erection through his jeans. Freddie hissed at the feel of Carly's dainty hand jerking him off rapidly so much to the point that his hips were bucking frantically in sync with her movements. Carly used her other hand to unbutton Freddie's dress shirt as she began kissing his muscular chest lightly and biting his nipples.
"Oh God, Carly." Freddie moaned in satisfaction at the dual sensation of Carly's hand and mouth working towards getting him off simultaneously.
But somewhere in the midst of his lust-filled brain, Freddie remembered where they were and tried to gain some semblance of sanity back.
"Carly," he hissed painstakingly.
"Carly, wait."
Carly moaned in response as she continued kissing his chest.
"Carly, honey. We have to stop." Freddie grunted with his eyes half closed.
Something finally registered in Carly and she stopped her movements. She glanced at Freddie in bewilderment, then in horror at their surroundings. Freddie frowned when Carly buried her face deeper into his chest so that he couldn't see her expression at all.
"Carly?" he asked quizzically.
"Oh my God," Carly murmured in mortification.
"Carly, it's okay." Freddie chided soothingly, bringing her face away from his chest to look at him once more.
"No it's not okay, Freddie. We almost had sex for the first time in an airplane bathroom." Carly lamented dramatically.
"People often do it in the strangest places." Freddie offered lightly.
"I don't know what came over me." Carly admitted pensively while running a hand through her hair.
"I guess all that 'crab cake action' got to you." Freddie remarked with a leering grin on his face.
"Yes it did, thanks to you."
"Me? What did I do?"
"You were the one who licked my fingers first."
"Oh yeah, now I remember." Freddie replied sheepishly.
"But that still doesn't explain how we ended up in a bathroom together. I thought you were happy with waiting till we got to Pangkor." He added more seriously.
"I was, until we got on the plane. And then I started thinking about it the more we sat in our seats. Maybe we shouldn't have waited as long as we have. I guess I just wanted to get it out of the way. I mean, what if when we're finally on our honeymoon, it doesn't meet either of our expectations? What if sex with me is just…a let-down?" Carly asked despondently while bowing her head.
Freddie took hold of Carly's face and cupped it gently while looking her dead in the eye.
"Believe me when I say this. The only way that the sex wouldn't meet my expectations is if you weren't there at all, Carly. Nothing with you could ever be a let-down. You're perfect just the way you are." He reasoned sincerely.
"No I'm not, Freddie. What if there's absolutely no chemistry between us when we finally do have sex? What if there's no heat at all?" Carly protested vehemently.
Freddie gazed at their surroundings and thought the complete opposite of what Carly was saying to him. And then there was also the times they'd spent apart in the last few months before Carly had finally moved down to San Francisco. How many times had most of their long-distance conversations almost resulted in illicit 'phone sex'?
"Carly, that's crazy. There's tons of chemistry between us. We've almost had sex in an airport lounge and now an airplane bathroom. Face it, babe. Someone would have to physically keep us apart with a brick wall." Freddie replied earnestly.
"Yes, but that's before the fact. What if it's just…different when it finally happens?" Carly asked anxiously.
"Carly, I know it's hard giving your heart to someone, especially when that involves sex too. But I love you, and I trust you. I trust in us, that we're meant to be together. Whatever happens on our honeymoon is up to us. We'll take it at any pace you want. I just wanna be with you, that's all I've ever wanted." Freddie declared sincerely while stroking Carly's cheek.
Carly leant in and kissed Freddie tentatively, and then wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I love you so much," she murmured warmly in his ear.
"I love you too, Mrs. Benson." Freddie whispered back with a broad smile on his face when they broke apart,
"We'd better get out of here before one of the air hostesses finds us. Oh no!" Carly hissed on the last part.
"What's wrong?" Freddie asked curiously while buttoning up his shirt.
"Look at our clothes." Carly implored desperately.
Freddie glanced down between and groaned audibly. They both had audible wet patches on their jeans near their crotch regions.
"Well if this doesn't give away what we were doing in here for 10 minutes, then I don't know what will." Freddie quipped dryly.
"Maybe if I walk with my legs pushed tightly together, no one will notice." Carly suggested rapidly.
"That's great for you, but what about me?" Freddie demanded hysterically while pointing down at his own pants.
"Sprinkle some water on it. If anyone asks, tell them you had an 'accident'." Carly explained with air-quotes.
"Right, 'cause that sounds so much better." Freddie retorted sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, Freddie." Carly apologised meekly.
"It's okay. I guess that means you owe me big time when we get to Pangkor." Freddie teased seedily.
"I guess so. You coming out?" Carly asked while gesturing towards the door.
"You go ahead, I'll be out in a few minutes. I need to uh, take care of some things." Freddie murmured conspiratorially while glancing pointedly at his erection.
Carly nodded in understanding. She smiled at Freddie and blew him a kiss before surreptitiously exiting the bathroom cubicle. Freddie watched as she shut the door behind her and sighed, missing her already. He glanced down at the wet splotch on his pants and shook his head.
"All in good time, boys. All in good time." He murmured patiently to himself.
Musical References:
1) "Touch It" by Monifah
Author's Note: "Oops, I did it again. I played with your heart, and promised you a lemon. Ooh baby baby..." Alright, you can say it. I'm a big fat tease (gasp). But if you did say it or thought it, you'd be entirely right. But as they say, all things in life are a progression, even smut and lemons. So I won't tease you for too much longer (promise). Thank you so to much to everyone who's reviewed so far, you're all wonderful (God, I sound like a beauty pageant contestant right now, the horror). The final instalment for the moment is upon us in the next chapter. But not to worry, I can make a dog bark faster than a fish can climb a tree. In Reuben's terms, that means I'm making good progress on the remaining chapters for this story, so you won't be left in suspense for too long. And the best part? No evil cliffhangers necessary this time around. Now if that doesn't make you want to do a round of random dancing, then I don't know what will. Snapplelinz out!