From: Frednub

Best physical feature?

Rolling her eyes, she texted him back.

From: The Demon

We'll see about that. Skype?

"So we're getting into these now?" Sam asked, exasperated, one hand holding a wine glass while the other finished situating her computer.

"Come on, answer it." He insisted, pulling his laptop closer and settling into his bed.

She pursed her lips. "I don't want to feed your ego."

Freddie laughed lightly, kicking the covers off of his legs. "Please?"

After a minute or so, Sam let out an exaggerated groan. "Fine. Your shoulders."

He stared at her for a moment, his eyebrow quirked. "I wasn't expecting that."

Shrugging, she answered. "You have really nice shoulders. Broad and muscular. Beefy. I'd say your arms too, but I thought that was obvious."

He considered her response for a moment, before lifting his arms in view of the camera, flexing a bit. "Right, that's obvious."

Rolling her eyes, Sam let out a slight laugh. "Screw you, Benson."

"Okay," he continued, ignoring her, "Want to hear yours?"

"I guess," she shrugged, sporting her perfectly mastered indifferent expression.

"Your hair. I've always had a thing for your hair, before I even knew that I liked you. It catches the light so well, making it look like it's glowing. I could honestly just play with it all day…"

She couldn't help but smile, but she was able to hide it quickly. "Yes, it is quite distracting. Glorious. God-like."

"And your boobs."

She couldn't even mask the smile that spread onto her face at that, "Oh really? What about them?"

"Are you kidding? There isn't one thing. Everything about them."

With a smirk, she looked down, pushing them together slightly. "I always thought they were a bit too big…"

"God no, they're perfect." He stated, then groaned when she leaned forward slightly, still pushing on her breasts. "Now stop, Sam, seriously. You're killing me."

Laughing, Sam dropped her hands, staring at Freddie.

"I miss you." She mumbled, and instantly hoped he hadn't heard.

But, of course, the nub's hearing prevailed. "What was that?" He asked, a grin slowly growing onto his face.

"I said I lost my shoe." Sam lied quickly, putting up her mask of disinterest.

"No, you definitely said, 'I miss you'."

"If you heard it, then why are you asking me to repeat it…" She muttered, as more of a statement than a question, picking at a piece of string on her blanket.

"Because I'd like it if you could repeat it."

"Just forget it. I better get to bed." She started pushing her laptop off of her lap, ready to just shut it down and pretend she never professed anything, when his voice stopped her.

"No, wait. Sam."

She made the mistake of looking up at the screen and instantly regretted it, seeing Freddie's big, pleading eyes.

"I just… you almost never say…" He trailed off, obviously losing his momentum. "Never mind.
It's okay. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

But Sam was already mentally preparing herself, because she knew what he was about to say, and she had been dreading the time when he would finally start to get tired of her evasive replies to his affectionate statements.

"I miss you, Freddie." She told him, much clearer this time. His eyes flicked back to the screen, and his smile grew again.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

But now that she had started, she found that she couldn't stop. "I miss everything about you. Even the stuff that pissed me off when we were actually together. Like that stupid little noise you make every time I take your hand. And your smell. And, God, the feel of you. I miss your hands. I miss kissing you, especially. I miss you so much."

He was in full out grin mode now, and just the sight of his smile made her smile, too. Although she was able to cover it up pretty quickly.

"I miss you too, Sam. You have no idea how good it felt to finally hear you say that."

Sam nodded to him absentmindedly, but she thought she might have a feeling, considering as soon as she finished saying it, she felt the same way.

"I love you." He told her, obviously gauging for her reaction. Normally, she gave him an offhand "Yeah, yeah, you too, Frediffer." But tonight, blame it on the alcohol (which was still sitting untouched on her dresser), she decided to change her tactic.

"I- I love you." She choked out, avoiding eye contact, but once she said it, she needed to repeat it. She looked straight at him. "I love you."

He closed his eyes for a moment, a look of pure bliss on his face. "Say it again."

Rolling her eyes a bit, she chuckled. "You're such a sap."

"Come on, please? Just once more."

Taking a deep breath, she leaned into the microphone. "I love you so much, Freddie. Don't you forget it."

"You're amazing, you know that?" He bubbled with a slight shake of the head. "Good night, baby."

The joy on her face subsided a bit at the pet name, rising a glare out of her, and he laughed. "Okay, okay. We're not there yet. That's okay, I'll definitely take what I can get. Sweet dreams, Sam."

With one last look, she echoed. "Night, Freddison."