Disclaimer: iCarly, somehow, is still unowned by me. What's the deal guys? I thought we had that petition going!

I think I spend most of my time at Carly's. There never seems to be a time I'm not there. Sometimes I go there when nobody's home, and pretend it's my apartment... that I live there with Carly. It's stupid... I don't do that anymore. I'm more mature now. The main reason I'm over there so often, is, of course, Carly. I'd be wherever she was. But there are some things I can't do at Carly's, and there's only so many clothes I can borrow and so many days before my mom notices I'm gone. It's not the last two I'm concerned about... it's more... I've spent all this time with Carly... and it's unbearable. To be so close to her, so near her every night. To go to sleep with my arms wrapped around her... it's torture. And the past few days haven't helped. It's like every time I'm with her she either ends up on top of me or ends up hugging me... or some strange mixture of the two. I can't take it anymore. I need some release.

Mom isn't home when I get there, as usual. I'm thankful, it means I can do this straight away, because I need to. It got so I was tempted to at Carly's but I'd never... I'd never do that. Knowing that she could walk in and see me... it's an exciting thought, but it also makes me feel sick. No, I've left her a message saying I can't come over tonight.

I make myself a sandwich, sniffing the ham before I slap it on the bread... still good. Well, close enough. I eat it on the way to my bedroom, kicking crap out of the way. I can already feel myself getting excited, just thinking about it. Thinking about her. I can finally think about Carly like I want, now that she's not here. I don't have to worry about seeing her and feeling weird. I can finally let my mind dwell on her, in the way it wants to. In the way it needs to. I push away all the painful stuff and focus on her, on how it feels when she touches me.

I sit down on my bed, wiping my hands on my pants, sandwich finished. Carly does it too. I fumble with the catch to my pants, tugging the zipper down and kicking my shoes off. She has to. I mean, I don't know for sure, but everyone does, right? I let the thought drift across my mind, the thought of Carly touching herself... moaning. I feel a sharp tug inside me, biting my lip. Oh Carly... I want to tell you so much how I feel, I do. But I can't. I'm Sam Puckett. I don't have these feelings, and certainly not for my best friend. No, the only time I think these things, let myself think of Carly... that way is when I can't stand it any longer. When I need to feel that release. And I need so much to feel it. I can't stand it anymore. I slip under the covers of my bed, my skin bare and tingling. I just... need to feel her.

I skim my fingers over my body, raising goosebumps on the smooth skin as I move down, hand sliding over my stomach. She's in my head, she always is, but I can think those thoughts, feel those things that are so dangerous around her. I think about how close I came to kissing her, what it felt like to have her lips brushing over me, to have her so, so close.

I moan as my fingers come into contact with myself. I'm so sensitive, so on edge, so pent up. It's a relief to just touch myself, even lightly. I shudder, pressing my fingers harder against myself. It's a relief, but I want more.

It's wrong. I know it's wrong. It just happened one day. I was touching myself, feeling that pleasure flicker through me, and then she just popped into my head. It was like this pulse, this burst of pleasure. It was one of the things that made me realise that how I felt about Carly wasn't normal. I tried so hard at first not to do it, not to think of her while I was doing... that. But the thought of her... it made it so, so much better, made it feel so good. It made me so ashamed to be around her, knowing that I'd come to the thought of her, moaned her name. She has no idea, no clue of the thoughts that run through my head, no idea how good it feels. And I never want her to... ever.

I bite down on my lip to stifle a soft cry, remembering how it felt to have Carly pressed up against me, to have her straddling me. I let out a shuddery breath. I'm so wet for her, I can feel it... I can't stand this light rubbing anymore, images of Carly flitting through my head. I shut my eyes tight as I move my hand down, trying to pretend that it's Carly, that it's her fingers touching me. I whimper as my fingers push inside myself, slipping in easily. The way she makes my body react... no one, nothing has ever had the kind of effect on me that she does.

I'm already so turned on, so ready. It's been building and building over these past few days... it's made me distracted, made me scared to sleep with her at night because touching her was getting more and more unbearable. I was scared she'd see how turned on I was, how my breathing changes around her. She lights me on fire, and it feels so good to burn.

I bite back a moan, thrusting my fingers deeper, as deep as I can into myself, pretending it's Carly doing it, that her lips are on my neck, body pressed up against mine. That it's her inside me, whispering my name. My hips roll into my hand, wanting even more friction, pleasure building in me. I whimper Carly's name, my breath short. Oh god, Carly... I want you so much, I want you to do this to me, to hear your voice say my name, I'd give anything, anything just to hear you. I feel myself start to get close, stomach shivering, breath hitching and uneven. I move my fingers harder, unable to suppress the moans, breathless, sweat beading on my skin. Oh god, Carly... you feel so good inside me.

I flinch at the sound of my phone, rhythm faltering. Damn it. I stop... I can't keep going with that distraction... it just killed the moment. I roll over, scrabbling for my phone on the bedside table, I hear a beep and it stops ringing. Fuck. I hit the answer key. My eyes widen. Fuck. It's Carly. I can't hang up on her. Fuck.

"H-hello?" I say into the phone, trying to control my breathing... trying to keep the huskiness from my voice.

"Hey Sam... I got your message... why can't you come over?"

I swallow hard. I'm still out of breath, panting into the phone. God... I'm still throbbing. "I... I'm busy."

"Busy doing what? Have you been running?" What have I been doing? Fucking myself and pretending it's you. Oh God, her voice isn't helping. It's making me shiver. Ugh. "Sam, did you break the law again?"

I hear the annoyance in her voice. She hates it when I break the law... it's part of why I try to resist doing it. I try to calm myself down, squeezing my legs together. It lessens the throbbing a little. "No, no... I just... I've been working out... sort of." It's almost true...

"So you can't come?"

I lick my lips. Oh, if only knew what she was saying. If only I didn't have such a filthy mind. "Um... give me a couple hours... I got some stuff to do first." Like shower, and try to get this incident out of my mind.

"Okay... you wanna meet at the Groovy Smoothie?" You'd like to get groovy with her smoothie. I frown. My brain... it... that doesn't even make sense. The Groovy Smoothie... it's safer in a public place... she can't touch me too much there. Ugh. Touch me. I squeeze my legs together tighter.

"Sounds good. I'll text you, 'kay?"

She says goodbye, her voice still a little doubtful, still a little curious. I roll onto my back with a groan. I thought it was unbearable before, but this... I was so close, so, so close to coming. And then... hearing her voice... it... ugh. I couldn't stop my body reacting. I'm still so turned on... I need relief but I can't... I can't do it anymore. Not after I just talked to her, while what she really is is still fresh in my mind. I feel too ashamed. Fuck. I wipe my still-slick hand on the sheets. Why didn't I put my phone on silent? Dammit. I can't keep going, as much as I need to. I sit up with a sigh. This... this is going to be frustrating. It already is frustrating.

I stand, running a hand through my hair. Maybe a shower will help. Maybe I can get in the mood again. I can't keep this up. I can't stay this pent up. Something's gonna burst and I don't want Carly to be there when it does. It's getting more and more dangerous to be around her.

A/N: So... I realise this chapter was a bit... a LOT different from the others, but I hope it fits in anyway.

So please, do review... was it hot? Do you want more? Does Carly have bad timing or DID SHE KNOW?

No, she didn't know.

Did you like it? Did it make you uncomfortable in the pant-al region? Did your eyes go wide... did you laugh, put a hand to your mouth and go "This is hot!".

Maybe it's just me...

Anyway, review!