Sometimes, real time means skipping a day so a little break was probably due for us. Especially leading up to this chapter where things get more than a little heated.

-1st floor girls bathroom n 20 minutes

Freddie Benson stared at the cryptic text for more than a few seconds, trying to wrap his brain around exactly what the point of this was supposed to be. Normally, Sam's texts had direction and at least some clue as to what she might mean, but this was just different. So, as carefully as he could in Ms. Mandrake's class, he texted her back.

-What?

-The 1 rite down the hall dummy. Near the old locker.

"Ugh…" he rolled his eyes, groaning as silently as he could, knowing full well that this was not going to get him any answers. Even after a very… interesting morning for the two of them in the hallway, he still found himself questioning why he was still so hung up on the blonde. "Why do I even…"

-I know which bathroom you meant, Sam… I want to know why.

He glanced down at his notes, trying to keep up in class and keeping his phone hidden from the notoriously strict and boring teacher. Chemistry was never too difficult a subject for him, but the woman made it near impossible to follow sometimes. And the fact that Sam had been rattling around his brain for the last few days certainly didn't help.

-Y the fuck do u think nub?

Freddie was about to get pissed at her attitude when she followed the message up with an attachment. One look at his former girlfriend, standing topless in the bathroom staring into a mirror as if her selfie was meant to stare right through him, and his eyes widened. She was gorgeous as always, her blonde curls begging for his fingers to run through them, deep blue eyes that showed so many emotions all at once, those soft pink lips that begged to be kissed, accentuated by the lone index finger she looked like she was biting, that apricot skin that might as well have tasted like the sweetest of fruit, and of course her full chest that made his mouth water and his pants tighten. He couldn't want to burst in that room and show her how much he wanted her. First, he-

"Mr. Benson!"

"Yes ma'am?" he looked up and saw the elderly teacher staring daggers at him. The former tech producer didn't really need to ask why and immediately went on the apology trail as his phone screen was turned to black in a split second. "Sorry… I… wasn't feeling well… Was going to have my mother… umm… pick up… medicine…"

"If you feel sick, you should go to the nurse," she said flatly, not showing any real concern at all, but at least it was better than the stern sneer she normally wore. "I'm not going to have other students miss this class because you were too incompetent to stay home."

There was that sunshine attitude… he thought to himself. "Of course…"

"Take your things with you…" she muttered, going back to whatever poorly drawn covalent bonds she was working on when he got 'distracted.' "God knows how many disgusting germs you've brought in here with you already…"

"Yes, Ma'am…" he said quietly as he grabbed his bag and notebook and stuffed them over his arm. The slight tent in his pants could be hidden for a moment with a slight hunch and slouch combo, but that picture was burning into his brain and his anticipation for what awaited him was not cooling off at all.

Like lightning, he bolted down the hall and down the staircase, thankful for completely empty hallways for once, and almost bursting with glee as the door came into sight. But he was frozen when he saw what adorned the wooden entrance.

CLOSED FOR REPAIRS

"What?" he asked out loud, not meaning for the words to escape. He took a quick look down the hallways on both the east and the south side, and saw nothing. If tumbleweeds would have been possible, he wouldn't have been surprised to see one bouncing along the tile floor. Finally, he figured he'd take the plunge and knock. "Sam?"

"Fucking finally…" he heard a voice on the other side. The door swung open to reveal Sam fully dressed once more, in the same striped purple and gray long sleeve shirt that she'd been in the last time he saw her, but she was clearly not wearing a bra underneath, and jeans that seemed nearly painted on. She grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him in. "I thought I was going to have to start without you… which to be fair, I kinda did..."

"You sure you should be in here?" he asked, looking at the surprisingly spacious bathroom, with a couch somehow, and the lined stalls. "I'd hate for repair people to show up and-"

"I put the fucking sign up so no one would come in…" she said, with an annoyed look, clearly amazed that even with all his brains, he had no common sense at times. There was also a sly sexiness to her eyes that he could never truly turn away from. She ran her hands up his chest and whispered, "I didn't want any interruptions."

"People still might hear you…" he smirked back, now slipping into his pure flirt mode as his arms wrapped around her torso. His lips moved immediately to one of her sweet spots- her neck and peppered kisses along her pulse points as he whispered. "Being quiet was never really your strong suit…"

"Cat and I fooled around at school a few times…" Sam said, a slight wince as she was doing her best not to think about the redhead, but that wound was far from healed. "Never got caught."

"That was her…" Freddie almost growled as he laughed, his hands moving up her torso, thumbs tracing the swell of her unrestrained chest. His mouth moved up to her ear to tease her lobe as he took a long, almost animalistic, whiff of her golden hair. "This is me…"

"Mmhhmmm… accept no substitutes…" she moaned as her eyes fluttered, her body almost immediately giving itself over to his touch. It was like he knew some kind of gamer cheat code when it came to making her weak. She could nearly crush concrete in her fist if she set her mind to it, but with slightest touch, or kiss, or even just the right look, she was his eagerly obedient pet. "Fuck, you feel so good…"

"You too…" he fired back, one of his hands moving up to her face, cupping her cheek for a moment of sweet adoration, allowing him to kiss her lips gently and warmly, before the hand moved to her hair, the blonde locks flowing between his fingers until he gripped hold and pulled, leaning her head back and exposing her neck more. The 'nub' wasted no time attacking the wide-open flesh, delivering deep kisses and dragging his teeth across her jugular causing a slight shiver. "So what prompted this visit?"

"Well, I've been here for two days, aching to spend some 'quality' time with you but between Spencer and your mom and going to school… I just can't fucking catch a break…" Sam gave a smile that showed that she was here for him in every capacity imaginable, but still knew she needed to maintain her 'tough' persona. However, with his clothed, straining rod pressing against her thigh, it was getting harder by the second. "I mean… I would really like to feel… you know… satisfied again…"

"Oh yeah?" Freddie teased, kissing her softly and nibbling at her bottom lip while his hands moved over her tight denim covered ass. "And you thought showing up at school out of the blue was the answer?"

"Not like I can just walk down the street and get that itch taken care of…" she muttered, with a mild sigh.

"And why's that?"

"I mean…" Sam let out a deep breath. "I get that Momma comes on a little strong but it's not like the guys around here could really think much of me. I can kick most of their asses… not to mention there's really only one person who can scratch those really… you know… deep… itches…"

"Are you saying that you don't think guys like you?" he looked at her incredulously. "Because that's bullshit."

"Oh come on…" the blonde rolled her eyes and pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, pulling away slightly. "I am a slob, I eat like a garbage disposal, not a lot of fashion sense, stronger than half of them, I'm violent, and I'm short. Pretty sure the list goes on, Benson…"

Freddie just stopped and looked her in her eyes for a few moments. It was clear Sam wanted to argue this point, and normally diffusing her anger was one of his specialties, but this time, he had no plans of backing down. His eyes almost burned into hers as she slowly let down the annoyed wall and just looked at him until she felt a little ashamed.

"I hope one day you see what I see, Sam," he said, very clearly and his voice was that of disappointment and while her parents were anything but the responsible disciplinarian that Freddie grew up with, she couldn't help but feel like a bratty kid when he gave her that look. "I think you should-"

"Can we please hold off on the lecture until later?" she whined, trying to weasel her way out from his soul melting glare. She pulled up on the edges of her shirt and pulled it over her head and tossed it onto the sink, where her bra was when she took her selfie. "I spent all morning planning how I wanted to sneak and see you and have you fuck me… I don't want it to go to waste."

"Sam, I-"

"Please… talk later…" she cut him off, reaching out to the front of his pants where he was noticeably protruding a bit. Her hands rubbed him up and down through the material but her eyes remained locked on his, doing her best sultry and seductive looks, even imitating Jade on a few to get him to give in. "I just need you…"

Her former cameraman needed no more convincing as he grabbed her hips and dipped his head down, jerking her close so that he could inhale her breast. Despite her salty attitude half the time, Freddie was always surprised at how sweet she tasted. Not almost sugary like Cat, or savory like Tori, or even a mix like Jade. Sam had her own flavor that never ceased to just taste perfect for what he wanted.

"Shitt… that's it…" Sam moaned out, trying to suppress her volume as best she could. His hot mouth on her cool skin was like heaven and the gentle kisses and passionate suction made her wish that this was how they could spend the rest of their lives. Cat was always playful when they would share in this kind of thing, like it was a game, but Freddie made her feel like food. The redhead would taste and lick and suck and rub and 20 other things when she had access to her chest, but Freddie… he would do all those things to but in a way that made her feel so vulnerable. He didn't frolic around… he just fucking devoured her like prey. And goddamn did she love it. "Don't stop…"

Freddie remained silent as he moved to her other soft orb, letting his hands toy with her already orally treated breast. He knew each and every one of Sam's weak spots and her breasts, especially after her time with Cat, were full of them. And he intended to trip and tap every single one of them.

"Fuck…" she moaned, earning one of his hands to move up her body, pausing slightly on her neck, before settling over the bottom part of her face, muffling her increasingly gaudy cries. Freddie didn't let up for a few moments, letting Sam gyrate and push her body more into his mouth as her hands gripped the back of his head. But he was also undeniably quick because he pushed her onto the couch before she even realized it. "Unghh…"

"Hush…" he growled with an almost fiendish smile as she adjust herself to lay back a bit, supporting the top part of her back on the arm of the furniture. She looked up at him, now towering over her as he stood, now leaning closer and closer until he kissed her belly button causing her suppress giggles. His fingers made short work of her jeans' button and zipper, pulling the material down her thighs revealing a pair of navy blue tang cut panties, notably darker in a certain area. "You smell so good, Princess…"

"Please don't make me beg any longer, Freddie…" Sam said, her breathing becoming more erratic by the moment. Her body wriggled and writhed in anticipation, feeling his hot breath and just the very edge of his fingers slide across her damp covering. "I'm dying here and squirming and-"

"Squirming is all you should be doing right now…" he whispered, gripping her breast tightly in his hand, pinching the nipple between his fingers, and kneading the heavy flesh. "Squirming is all you can do right now because you're under my control. I need you to understand how upsetting it was to me that you believe that no one else could want you. I need you to feel the anguish I felt in seeing you buy into that bullshit. You choose to believe this, and I think you choose to create a persona that has the strict purpose of putting people off… and that's got to change."

"I'm sorry… but-"

"I blame myself honestly…" he continued, breathing in her fear and doubt that permeated through her natural scent, "…because I think I failed making you feel special and important enough. So let me be clear. You said on the plane that your body is mine to use whenever I want. Well, I want it now. I choose you, here and now. I can see in your eyes and the way your pulse quickens when I speak that your mind is mine as well, the thought I'm trying to give you weighing as heavily as those thoughts about how your body feels, and could feel, and… will feel very soon. We've been dancing around what we mean to each other for a really long time. You claim your heart and soul are both mine, currently racing and soaring high above the sky because you feel complete when you're in my arms. I need you to know… no matter how soft or rough, happy or sad, you need to know I am here for you and I love you."

"I… love you too…" Sam said, her mind currently torn between her body screaming to be ravaged like no one had ever been taken before, and this sweet moment where he seemed to be almost admitting he loved her, maybe like he loved Jade. Her heart swelled and she tried to find the words, but just couldn't. "I. Love. You…"

"Now, I'm going to deal with this low self-concept issue you have later…" he stared into her eyes, giving off a strong caring smile and kissed her bald thigh, "but for right now… just relax…"

The former tech producer got on his knees and pulled the underwear off her body, watching it slowly peel off her sex as he caught the full sight and scent of it at last. The cotton drawers moved down her thighs to join the jeans bunched around her ankles. She would have thought he'd pull them off but no, he simply put her legs over his shoulders and moved his face toward her sweet and savory peach.

Sam was nearly shaking with anticipation as she felt his breath exhaled onto her thighs and her netherlips, his almost invisible scruff running along her freshly shaven flesh causing a slight tickle she had to choke back. Knowing what his tongue was capable of once he made contact was something not even her fantasies could replicate, and once his mouth was done, he would drill her. Or she'd suck his cock with all her might and then he'd fuck the shit out of her. As long as she got that, everything would be-

"COME OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!" a voice boomed on the other side of the door. Both teens looked at each other wide eyed as they recognized the voice almost right away. They'd always had a positive working relationship with Principal Franklin (well, Freddie more than Sam), but this was a new tone entirely. "BOTH OF YOU."

"Couldn't you come back in like 5 minutes?" Sam called out, knowing the answer but she had to at least try. She looked at Freddie who was trying to stand up but with her legs and her pants blocking his path he really just ended up pulling Sam down with him, his face still only inches from her sex. "Or ten?"

The door burst open and there Franklin stood, his eyes wide open and nostrils flaring. It was as if he was having a legit seizure in that moment.

"If I say it's not what it looks like," Freddie began, already wincing and praying that nothing would happen to him, "would that help our case or-"

"My office!" he shouted. "Now!"

"Fuck…" Sam muttered, eyes clenching and earning looks from both guys as if to ask why she wanted to make this worse. "What? It's not cursing is the reason we're in trouble…"

"So what did you do with Fredward?"

"What is happening with Mister Benson shouldn't be your concern, Samantha…" the normally friendly principal sighed. He was avoiding looking at her, no doubt because of how much of her he'd now been witness to. "We need to talk about you."

The blonde took a deep breath, really not wanting Franklin to know how scared and embarrassed she was for what happened. His office hadn't changed in the year she'd been gone, other than a few student pictures and an updated family photo. Thursday was usually their day for meetings, the revolving door of detention always their next stop but this time was different. She had never been caught doing something like this, and she wasn't even a student anymore.

"I figured…" she sighed. "For what it's worth… I'm sorry."

"I know…" he said, releasing a nervous chuckle and shaking his head. "I'm really sorry that I interrupted… that. There are things even principals shouldn't be seeing."

"Yeah…" the formerly famous bully nodded.

"I always liked you, Samantha…" he muttered, clenching his jaw. "Freddie too for that matter. I never expected to find what I found today and I am really beside myself on what to do here. He's graduating soon and with any luck, he'll be our valedictorian. And you aren't even a student so the truth is I have no real ability to punish you."

"So… you're just pretending it didn't happen?" Sam's eyes grew, her breathing moving faster. "Letting us go?"

"No… I wish it hadn't happened but there are consequences…" he said firmly, nodding but clearly to a thought he wasn't a fan of. "I think Freddie should be serving detention virtually every day until his graduation and it could endanger his standing for being at the top of the class, and-"

"No!" she said, pounding her fist on the desk, surprising the principal so much he nearly jumped. "He's worked way too hard to let this hold him back. He shouldn't have detention. I should have whatever the non-student form of detention is… This was my fault and I… basically tricked him. He was in class and I made him sneak off to see me and I begged him to-"

"See…" Ted Franklin took a deep breath and locked eyes, full of sympathy and wisdom with the blonde. "This is the exact opposite story I got from him. He said I could do whatever to him because he begged you to sneak to the school and do all this. That you were innocent on this one for once."

"Lies."

"I know…" he said with a raised eyebrow. "So, here's what I'm actually gonna do. Two weeks detention for Freddie."

"Still more than he deserves…" she rolled her eyes and earned a look from him, assuring her that it was best she just keep quiet for a while. "I care a lot about him."

"I know… which is going to make this all the more difficult…" the principal took a deep breath and then rubbed his temples. "The problem here is going to be you… I've never had to do anything like this before but I don't really know what else to do about it… Sam, you're… you are officially banned from this campus. From Ridgeway. You cannot come here ever again. Not for visits. Not for Gibby's restaurant. Not for any school events."

"Not even for Freddie's graduation?"

"I'm sorry…" he said, pointing to all the papers and books on his desk. "I tried and tried to find something that would be fitting but also fair. I'm not going to tell your parents what happened or any of the other school officials. Just the punishments. I cannot allow my school to be some hookup zone. I just can't…"

"Well, I guess that's… that," the blonde simply whispered, feeling utterly defeated.

"Yeah…" he nodded back, clearly unhappy with the decision. "I wish I had another option."

"Right…" she climbed out of the chair and headed to the door. "You're a good guy, Franklin…"

"You too, Samantha…" he said back, with a clearly disappointed sigh. He looked all around his desk for something focus on as she left but found himself unable to keep his mouth shut. Just as she reached the door he spoke up again. "For what it's worth… Emily and Denise were always big time Creddie fans… but I was always a Team Seddie person."

"So was I…" she muttered, raising her eyebrows and clenching her jaw as she headed out the door and toward the exit. "So. Was. I…"

Consequence time. Did the punishment fit the crime? I did not mean for those to rhyme at all. Either way, there's a lot to take in here, and our 'heroes' still haven't had the real 'alone time' they have been wanting. Another wrinkle just to keep things complicated as that is the nature of the Seddie relationship I suppose. And suffice it to say, things won't end there. Hope you dug it and please review.