Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly... as much as I like to, I don't. And unless I win the lottery, not that I rigged it or anything, I don't see myself owning anything but this computer that I'm writing this disclaimer on. (:

Sorry it's late guys... Hope it'll be worth it!

Previously on Every Word She Said...

I got up and faced Carly, who was sitting in my red chair. "Carly," I said, getting her attention. "Welcome to my house," I said with a smile.

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"Is this really your house?" Carly asks, stepping out from around computers and into my immediate line of sight. I nodded my head as I sat down in the red chair, bringing my knees up to my chin and hugging them. Carly gave me an incredulous look. I smiled. "My mother's the mayor. She... she doesn't like it when people know where you live and what you do every second of everyday. Other than my Dad, Mel, Mickey, and you, there are only about 7 other people who know where the mayor lives," I explained, hoping she would understand.

"You would have liked Mickey," I said, getting back up off the couch and to my secret vault in the wall. I went over to the wall, and felt for the breeze. I rapped my knuckles on the wall three times, and the wall jutted forward, and slid to the right. I put the combo in the lock and grabbed Mickey's picture. "He looks like you, you know?" she said, taking a step back, and looking from the picture to my face. I smiled big. I always wanted to look like him. One of the main reasons as a kid, after he left, I played all the sports and dressed in guy clothes, because I wanted to be closer to him. "Nobody guessed he was gay. Captain of the football team, co-captain of the wrestling team, head of the debate team, chess club, and he even had a girlfriend. He used to talk to me about her, and even though I was six, I still remember," I said smiling. I looked back in the vault and saw all my tests, the real ones, and grabbed them too. "There's something else I should tell you about."

I handed her the tests, from the classes I've had this year, and watched her look over them with startled eyes. "Sam! You have even better grade than mine and Freddie's put together!" she exclaimed, sifting through the tests to find the one from today. "You got perfect on the math test?" she asked, looking at me in plain disbelief. "Yeah, I studied that stuff over the summer. You wouldn't believe the stuff I was reading while you were in Yakima and the dork was away at 'camp'," I said, sitting back down on the red chair, trying to breathe normally. "Last summer? So you know all about the functions, and everything?" she asked. I nodded my head. "Franklin talked to me last week about the whole GPA thing. Apparently the student with the highest gets to be valedictorian. Right now, if I wanted, I could graduate early and be the valedictorian. I'm doing all the grade twelve work on top of the grade eleven. When I talked to Diane last week, she said she'd help me with anything I had a problem with."

"Diane?"

"Oh, Ms. Briggs. Did you know she has a hospital in that back room?"

"A hospital? I always thought it was a torture room or something."

"Nope, got all stitched up today," I said glumly, waving my arm as it was mentioned. The look on Carly's face fell. She put the tests back in the vault and sat on my lap. "Sam, we need to talk about this," she said, taking my arm and putting it in her lap. I nodded. "I know we do, but can we do it tomorrow? I promise I'll tell you anything you want to know about me, and why I do this. I promise."

"Pinky promise?" I sighed. "Sure, pinky promise."

I stuck out my right hand and she did the same. We hooked our pinky fingers and closed are fists, bringing our thumbs close enough to finally touch. "See? I promise," I said, staring at her lips.

"So, you want me to give you the tour?" I asked, hoping she'd ask so I wouldn't jump her right here on the chair. She nodded her head and got up. I grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled her over to the computers again. "So this is my main operating system. I call her Mike. She has cameras in all six hallways, in all 5 spare bedrooms, though one of them is only functioning during the school year because it's Mel's. One in the front facing the door, and two facing the back door, one on the inside, and one out. Then I have two cameras in my mother's office, one in the far corner away from the door, and one on top of the door. There are sixteen in total, and I have a security system the Dork would die for. I programmed it all myself," I said proudly, looking over at Carly's stunned face.

"I know this is a crappy kind of tour, but the one I was thinking about giving you would be weird."

"Weird how?"

"Well, this used to be a house where servants lived, so it has discreet access points for the servants to come and go and hardly be seen. You've already been in one of them. My room down stairs was used for storage. When I found this room I was so excited and I programmed the unit down stairs to take only my fingerprints when I punch in the code. If the finger prints are off, or not there, like if someone where wearing gloves, then the door would seal shut until I said the code words out loud into the armoire," I explained. I shut down the computer with the video on the spare rooms and logged into my unit down stairs. I quickly keyed in the specific passwords and codes so I could add a new person to the unit. Name: Carly Shay. Now she just needed a password. "Carls? You need to put in a password. After that, when ever you want to come over, use the service entrance I showed you before, and I'll get you a key for the door, and you can come up here and hang anytime you want," I said with a smile. She keyed in a quick password, which I'm willing to bet ham on is the same password for her computer at home. "So," I said, "I can give you a sorta tour of my house from a servants point of view, or I can go down stairs and get my basket of food and we can have a picnic up here. Which would you pick?" I asked, hoping for the second. "Umm... how about the picnic," she said smiling.

I hopped off the chair and pointed to the closet in the corner of the room. "In there are some blankets. If you spread them out on the floor we can eat like a real picnic."

I checked to make sure my mother was still in her office before I went down stairs. I headed straight to the bathroom where I used the mouthwash, and sprayed on some of that body spray Melanie had given me for my birthday. I punched in my code, grabbed the basket, and made my way upstairs to where Carly awaited me.

I came up to quite a surprise. Carly had managed to find the bluest blankets I owned. My mother liked the colour on me, so I hid all of the bluest things in our house; blankets, scarves, even the plates. She had them spread out on the floor with the pillows that were most likely in the same closet as the blankets. I smiled big and closed the door behind me, making sure that the room was sound proof before I sat down.

I sat in front of Carly and spread out the feast. When Carly saw the amount of ham she laughed, that sweet delicious laugh that made me notice her the first time. I grabbed the rest of the food from the basket and handed her the juice pouch with poise she didn't know I had. "So, Miss Shay, what do you think of my house so far?" I asked, cutting the ham, regrettably, into small bits to have on the crackers with the cheese. "I like it. Well, I like your room, and this room. Not to mention that I love your security system," she said, popping a grape into her mouth. I grabbed a grape and without thinking held it up to her lips to eat. I looked up to see her eyes widen, but she opened her mouth to eat the grape. I purposely bit into the grape half way, so I'd have to old it there with grape juice dripping down my fingers. When she finished the half she bit, she opened her mouth for the second half, which I supplied happily. Before I got my fingers out, she closed her mouth, getting the grape juice off my fingers. "I think you missed a spot," I whispered, licking the very same fingers that she had just cleaned. Then Carly did something I haven't seen her do in a long time. She giggled. Not a 'that's dirty' giggle, though it probably was. A giggle that sounded like bells, beautiful Christmas bells that play out the songs. I sighed. I loved it when she giggled.

I moved closer to her, grabbing another grape as I did so, and held it up her to mouth just like before. She only opened her mouth a bit, so when I held it to her lips and pushed it in her mouth it made a pop sound. This time I giggled. I froze. I never giggle. Giggling is for people who don't have homophobic mothers who through there own child out in the streets for telling the truth and being himself. Carly seemed to sense that I was uneasy with the premise of giggling, so she busied her self with the ham. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that there was food under my nose until the last second. I looked down to see a chunk of ham, about the size of half a golf ball, in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and the ham disappeared. I closed my mouth quickly, just as Carly had, to capture the fingers holding the ham. I bit down gently, and I heard Carly take a breath. I took her fingers out of my mouth and kissed them before letting them go and finishing the ham in my mouth. I looked up to see an extremely flushed Carly with a mouth in a small 'o' shape. I smiled, swallowing my ham.

"What's wrong Carly?" I ask, voice low, trying my hardest to sound seductive. "Umm.. Y-you have h-ham on the c-corner of your mouth," she stuttered, edging closer, pointing with her finger. I reached up to wipe my mouth, but something caught my hand. I looked down to see Carly's, and looked up to see Carly's nose no more than an inch from my own. "Will you get it for me?" I whispered, too scared to talk much louder. She nodded her head and gently kissed the corner of my mouth, and pulled back, but not before licking my lip to make sure I didn't have any 'ham' left on it. I realized I had my eyes closed, so I opened them to find that Carly still had hers closed. I grabbed the basket and loaded it up, not caring if the crackers were underneath the cheese and the ham, but I left out the grapes, but moved them to just out side the blankets. I grabbed a grape and popped it into my mouth. Carly was still sitting there with her eyes closed, so I kissed her, just like she had kissed me, but when I licked her bottom lip to move back, her hand latched onto my cheeks and pulled me close, causing her mouth to open. I kissed her and bit into the grape, giving us both the pleasure of eating it... at the same time.

This time I pulled back, but I didn't open my eyes until I could have sworn I heard Carly blush more. I opened my eyes to see a red Carly. Her cheeks were almost the colour of my chair, but her blush didn't end at her neck. It trailed down into the depths of her shirt. Depths in which I would love to trail kisses down. I crawled closer to her, until I was on all fours in front of her. This time, I didn't kiss her lips, but her neck. I attached my lips to it like I was a vampire and she was my first meal. She moaned and leaned back, onto one of the pillows she had put down. I stopped sucking just before I knew a purple mark would appear. I didn't want people thinking bad things about my Carly.

I leant down, completely over top of her now, and rested my forehead on hers. Then, slowly, I moved so that my lips were almost on hers. I could feel her breathing speed up, just from my lips being so close to hers. I couldn't wait to feel what her heart felt like while I was kissing her. I breathed out, hoping that she would start the kiss, but being the stubborn Carly she was, she didn't. The only thing she did do, mind you, was breathe against my lips, teasing me as much I had teased her. I growled and she giggled. I moved closer, no more than half an inch, lips so close that I could almost taste her again. This time, I breathed out slowly, teasing her in a way that was almost too cruel. Her lips came up to meet mine in a kiss I had only dreamed about. The one where her arms are around my neck, and mine around her waist, and she's kissing me with a force I didn't know she had. It was exactly like that. I was so into the kiss that I didn't realize I still needed to breathe, so I drew back slightly, kissing her jawbone whilst regaining my breath. Her breath came in quick pants, like she had just won a triathlon.

Finally feeling more comfortable, I dropped my weight, bit by bit, onto hers, until I was almost lying on her, with my hands on either side of shoulders, trying to stay stable. I had one of my legs between hers, and one of hers between mine. I kissed her again, pressing our bodies so close together that when we breathed, Carly gasped. "Sam," she moaned, arching her hips up to meet mine, and my breath caught in my throat. "Carly," I whispered, grinding my hips against hers to have her make that luscious sound once again. Her fingers twist in my hair and bring my mouth back down to hers to taste her moans. I felt her hands go from my hair to the back of my neck, leaving a trail of fire from her fingertips. They trailed down my neck, from the back to the front, like feathers. She brought them down my body, until they rested where my shirt hem was. Hesitantly she lifted them, and I leaned away so she could lift my shirts over my head.

I shivered when the cold air hit my skin, and Carly seemed to sense my coldness, because she hugged me close to her and made us roll, so she was on top now. I opened my eyes to see her smiling down at me. I pulled her shirt up, and she closed her eyes as I did so. She was beautiful. Now I wasn't feeling cold, but hot, like my body was an oven, so to speak. I rolled us back over and kissed down her jawbone to her neck, and then from her neck to her bra strap, just the way I had imagined. Slowly I made my way down, my lips never leaving her skin until I came to the clasp at the front. I dragged my tongue from the clasp all the way up to her neck, kissing each and every single space that wasn't covered by cloth. "Sam, I-I need to tell you something," she whispered, lust influencing the sound. I stop kissing her neck and look up at her.

"I have a confession," she said, rolling us over so she was on top of again. "What is it Cupcake?" I ask, playing with her pant loop on the back of her jeans. "Well, I really like you," she said, kissing down from my ear to my collarbone. I moaned. "Actually, I'm pretty sure I love you," she whispered, kissing down my bra like I had just done to her. I froze. She loved me. It was yesterday all over again when I realized I had a chance with her because she was gay. This is amazing. "Sam? Sam, are you okay?" she asked, stroking the side of my face. I smiled, a real smile that I haven't done in ages.

"Carly?"

"Yeah Sam?"

"I love you too."

She looked down at me, her eyes smoldering. She sat back, straddling my hips. Her hands went everywhere I could have imagined they would. I arched up when her hands went to remove my bra, and after taking off mine, she took off hers. I thought there was nothing more beautiful than Carly with her clothes on, but boy was I wrong, even if she wasn't totally naked. I wanted to ravish the now unclothed skin like I was bear than just found free honey. I didn't know if she was okay with being the honey, so I just enjoyed the sight, and trailed my hands up and down her sides, feeling the Goosebumps on her arms. She slowly sat back in between my legs, hesitantly. I could tell she was just as nervous as I was, but I sat up and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her waist, pushing our breasts together in a way that can only be described as heavenly. I knelt up onto my knees, and with shaking hands I went to her jeans. I undid the first button, and slid down the zipper. I stood up and offered her my hand. I helped her up and slid the jeans down her slim hips. She stepped out of them, and did the same to me. I was shaking. I knew I was, but I really hoped that she couldn't see it. I thought that it would be embarrassing to stand up practically naked in front of Carly, or anyone actually. But in front of her, I didn't feel embarrassed, I felt empowered, like there was nothing in the world that could bring me down. I took a step forward, bringing one of her hands into mine and half dragging her to a door in the corner beside the red chair. I had kept this incase I wanted to get away from my mother and was too lazy to go anywhere. Inside was a room with white walls, and in the middle was a bed with black pillows, the perfect opposite. I adjust the light in the room with the switch, making it dim, enough so that we could see. I closed the door after us, and faced it for a moment. I turned around to see Carly staring at me with eyes that I had only ever made at ham, occasionally math problems, and Carly. I smirked, walking closer to her with confidence I didn't know I had. I kissed her neck, trailing kisses across it as I silently moved my fingers down her sides until it rested on the hem of her panties. I didn't want to be the one to make the first move, just incase she wasn't sure, so I just rested my fingers there, drawing patterns on the naked flesh. Carly seemed to get that I was ready if she was, and she pushed my hands down, dragging her panties with them. She lay back down on the bed, shaking, with lust in her eyes. I took off my panties, and crawled on top of her, kissing the same spot on her neck as I had not a minute before. I trailed kisses down until I was kissing her breasts like they were the things I needed most in life. And right now, they were. I could hear Carly moaning, and I smiled, lifting my lips from her skin only to circle my tongue around her nipple, biting it lightly to make her squeal. Feeling proud of the way I was making her feel, I brought my hand up and gently squeezed her other breast, the one my mouth was preoccupied with. She arched up, pressing herself into my hand and my mouth, moaning with pleasure.

I half stepped over her leg, to get a better stance when she thrust up, hitting the right spot on me, just as I was coming down with my weight. I moaned. "Carls." I heard a giggle and looked. Carly looked me right in the eye and thrust up again, hitting that same sweet spot she had before. Stifling a moan, I dropped all my weight down, grinding our lower halves together. She sighed and arched up again, pressing herself flush against me. This time I couldn't hold it in. I moaned loud, thrusting down onto her, wanting her to make the sound I just had, again and again.

I could see what she was about to do before she did it. She went to go and thrust up, just as I was thrusting down. I couldn't breathe properly, but I kept going, thrusting down again and again, making her make those delicious sounds just like I wanted her too. "Sam," she said, her voice more breath than anything else as I trailed my hands her sides, making her shiver in anticipation. "Yeah Carls?" I said huskily, hoping I knew what I was doing.

She moaned again when my fingertips brushed her hip and turned their course horizontal. I leaned back and rubbed two fingers against her. She arched her hips up, eager to meet my fingers. My lips went up, kissing a trail to her neck, rubbing my fingers harder against her, feeling her heat radiating in waves of pleasure. I dipped one finger into her, and I heard her moan the loudest. I added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her, enjoying what it felt like to be inside her, be one with her.

As I continued my assault on her neck, my free hand wandered up and down her hips, trailing lightly, and finally met with one of hers, entwining our fingers. "S-S-Sam... I th-th-think I'm gonn-n-na... Sam," she squeaked. I kissed as she came, feeling her walls clench around my fingers. I kept pumping them in and out of her, as she rode it out.

I pulled my fingers out her, and brought them up to my lips. Slowly, one my one, I sucked on them, tasting her, watching her watch me tasting her. She smiles sexily (A/N: Huh... who knew sexily was a word?) up at me, and I lean down for another kiss.

I snuggle up her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders as she presses her face into my neck and hugs my waist. "Sam? Can I ask you something?" she asks into my neck. I kiss the top of her head. "Of course Carls, I'll tell you anything."

"When was the first time? You know..." she trailed off, not wanting to upset me too much at the thought of it. I smiled sadly. "I was about 9 or so. I had forgotten about Mickey, and my mother found out. She yelled at me that it was a good thing, and that she never wanted to hear that name ever again. I got so mad that I punched my wall. And I saw his face again, just as if I had seen him yesterday. I looked down and saw that my hand was all busted up, bleeding from two knuckles. I wrapped it up, and I think I showed it off at school the next day," I chuckled. "I remember that! You came right over to me and told me you had... oh, what was it? Something about beating up a teacher or something? I knew you weren't serious!" she said, laughing to herself and hugging me tighter. I yawned to myself, but it didn't go amiss by Carly. "Good night Sam," she said, kissing my neck lightly. "Night Carly," I said.

"I love you."

Those three words that hadn't said out loud in such a long time, other than tonight of course. They always bothered me, mostly because I never had anyone to say them to me, or to say them back to. But now I did, boy did I ever. So I took a breath, and said what I'd wanted to say back to her for years.

"I love you too Cupcake, I love you too."

Okay, so yes, I know, I'm expecting you all to torch my house or something about how late this is... I was on vacation, and my girlfriend was over, but still, I should have at least posted something. But please forgive me? *puppy dog face* Please? Now that school is starting, I can't do a weekly chapter, but I do promise, on my life, that I will do bi-weekly. I promise! *Scout's Honour* Any who… PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!~~

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