Hello! New update! Be warned: there is a little lemon in it! Well, this story is rated T. Be responsible!

UPDATE: Ok, I re-updated, because after thinking about the story, I thought this was a little too intense. I just shorted the chapter a bit.

I don't own iCarly.

SAM POV
I had brought two swim suits: a striped yellow one-piece and a purple bikini with white strings tying the top and white bows on the hips. I decided on the bikini and stuck with my choice. I didn't want to be fashion-obsessed like Carly. The four of us had headed to bed around ten thirty, and Carly and Dylan had gone to sleep. Me and Freddie were still awake: we were going to have some fun at the pool.

I quietly went into the bathroom. There was an ornate gold and black frame surrounding the mirror. The walls were a dull gold, and there was a gigantic white Jacuzzi in the corner, bathed (haha) in a soft golden light.

I pulled my shirt and bra off, and slipped on the bikini top. It was a little tight, but it looked good. Freddie was going to be excited tonight. I glanced at the clock and grinned idiotically: the clock showed 11:39, and it was only precious minutes away from seeing my boyfriend with no shirt on … mmm. We planned to meet each other in the hall at 11:55.

I was excited to see how far me and Freddie would get tonight. Not that we'd actually do IT. But you know. Mama wants a little more than kissing.

Underwear came off next. Yes, underwear. Not panties. Ehh. I hate that word. I revolved around the spot, looking into the mirror at my body. Puberty had been good to me, and I was curvy in all the right places. I put on the bottoms of the suit, then slipped on a white cotton dress. It was pretty see through, but it covered me up. After a few swipes of mascara and lip-gloss (Ohh, Carly. You've turned me into such a girl.) I was ready.

I opened the door quietly like a ninja. I love ninjas. I could totally be one. Ok so I opened the door and saw my Freddie leaning against his door, with a tight white t-shirt on and blue plaid swim trunks. Broad shoulders and a wide chest made the shirt look a little too small, and I almost started drooling. Ohhhh…

"Hello Princess Puckett." Freddie said. He had that knowing smirk on his face.

"Hello Fredward." I rolled my r's, and I hoped it sounded sexier than I thought. He covered the distance between us in two strides and kissed me. It was a short one, and it left me wanting more. I leant toward him again, but he backed away, saying "Wait till we get there. Then we can have some fun." He looked so sexy in the low-light, chocolate eyes sparkling. I took his hand and we started to walk.

"Do you know where it is?" He asked me.

"No, I just thought we could go wake up the President so he could tell us where it was. Maybe even he could join us!" I said sarcastically.

Freddie looked wide-eyed for a second, then realized I was joking when I started to laugh at him.

"Haha. Good one. So where is it?"

"Well, we shouldn't go on any elevators, because people will know someone's up to something. So I found a way that we can take the stairs to get there. Except it's kinda a long way." I had mapped out the path, and I was very proud of my ninja-spy skills.

"Alrighty, then, Princess Puckett. Lead the way!" So I turned down a corridor and stepped down a fancy flight of stairs. At the end of the stairs was a huge wooden door, and when I pushed on it, I couldn't get it open.

"Stupid door. People need to get in there, you dumb door!" I grunted and pushed harder. Freddie pulled me aside and with a tiny bit of effort, opened the door.

I hooked my arm around his and felt his muscle. It was large.

"Wow, Benson. Do you work out?" I felt him flex.

"Well…" He begins.

"Oh, I feel a riveting story coming on. Please. Do tell." Freddie laughs.

"Well, I'll spare you from all the details about the running, sit ups, push-ups, and weight lifting. Let's just say I've been working out to get noticed."

I said, "Noticed? By who?"

We turn into a hallway that is dimly lit. Freddie's eyes are unreadable and he murmurs, "I think you know," and pushes me up against the wall. He kisses me intensely, and we only break apart when we are desperate for air. Freddie grins.

"You're beautiful," he whispers.

I kiss him back. He slowly retreats after a moment.

"You know, the way we're going we're never going to get to the pool." I start to laugh, and he joins in. I never realized it, but I love his laugh.

"Fine, Freddo. We're almost there." We descend a staircase, and soon we arrive. The pool is in a dimly lit room. I dip my foot in the water and it feels nice and warm. There's a hot tub in the middle of the pool, with a bridge to it from both sides. It gets deeper the closer you get to the hot tub. Freddie pulls out a boom box from a cabinet. He turns on the radio and I hear Jump by Van Halen playing.

I slowly take off my cover-up. The room is pretty dark, but I still feel Freddie's eyes on me.

"Stop staring. You need to get your shirt off too!" I order. Freddie only grins, but he begins to take off his shirt. I pause as the tight shirt is lifted over his head. His body looks finer than when I saw him asleep. Was that only yesterday morning? The shirt is all the way off now, and my cover-up pools at my feet. I put it on a table and look at Freddie.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" He asks. His smile is huge.

"Nothing. Let's go, Fredward." I run to the pool and do a canonball. Foosh! I become completely submerged and all sound is cut off. I hear a huge splash as Freddie jumps in. Bubbles pop around my ears. I push off the bottom of the pool and surface.

I hear a gasp as Freddie breaks the water. He treads water over to me.

"How deep do you think this is?" He asks. His lovely hair looks almost black, and it's plastered down on his forehead. I reach over and brush the hair out of his eyes. He smiles.

"Dunno. I don't really care." He kisses me gently, and I taste chlorine and peppermint. It's a sweet, kind kiss.

"Neither do I." Freddie smiles.

FREDDIE POV
"Hey. Do you wanna race?" I want to burn off some of my energy, some of my raging hormones.

"It's on, Fredichini. Whoever can swim three laps the fastest." I notice she's in a more competitive mood now, and its back to the old nicknames. I think they're kind of funny. Original, at least.

We stand at the edge of the pool and dive in at the count of three. I pumped my arms through the water. In the few seconds my face is above water I see Sam stroking furiously just a little behind me. Her legs are kicking wildly and it looks like she's trying really hard. I felt a pang in my chest. Poor little Sam, trying so hard to beat me. So I let her win.

I swim more slowly, and she catches up. The last lap, Princess Puckett is in the lead. She slaps the pool wall and jumps up in victory. I'm close behind, though. I've learned from months of letting her win: make it look like you've tried yourself. And Sam still hasn't found out; she doesn't know I've been letting her win our arm wrestles for forever.

"Woohoo! Go Sam! Go Sam!" She splashes me after a crazy victory dance. Soon it's an all-out splash war: water droplets being sprayed everywhere, and us laughing hysterically as we become even wetter.

Soon we become tired and out of breath. We sit on the steps of the pool and chill out. It must be around 1 o'clock by now.

I glance over at Sam. Her hair looks straight and flatter than usual. It's really sexy, and I want to throw her against a wall so I can kiss her senseless. Mmm . . . Grenade by Bruno Mars is playing now. Sam starts to sing along.

I would catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
I'd jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya
Ooh
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Guess I would die for you baby
But would you do the same?

The song ends and Sam suddenly asks, "Would you?" I'm too mesmerized by her perfect lips that I don't actually know what they are saying.

"What?" I shake my head a bit to clear the water from my ears. "Would you?" She repeats. I … what? Then I remember the lyrics of the song. Would I die for Sam?

"Of course." I reply. No pauses. No need to question my answer. I said the truth. I would die for Sam.

"Good." She replies. Then she attacks me.

Her lips are almost violently pressed against mine. Her wet hair whips around me, encasing both of us in a long passionate kiss. I kiss her back, harder and more intense. I run my tongue over her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth and our tongues meet.

This is the most intense kiss I've ever had, and I don't think Sam is going to relent anytime soon. One of my hands hold her waist and the other is on the small of her back. I push her against the pool wall, where the water is the most shallow. Sam responds by running a hand through my hair, then cupping my cheek. I am so about to get hard.

I begin to act on pure instinct and start to kiss her neck. The pale skin is warm and wet already, and I suck and kiss until Sam begins to moan. Ohh… she is so beautiful. Sam runs her hands up and down my chest, massaging my shoulders. She's making me feel so amazing.

"Ohhh Freddie." She moans in my mouth. I am so turned on, and I feel myself getting hard. She deepens the kiss, and I run my hands through her hair.

"Sam! Yes! Ohhh…" I hear myself murmur. She grinds herself into me. The pool water seems to have gotten much warmer. Or it is just me?

I begin to kiss Sam again, and she nibbles on my neck after a few minutes. Suddenly, the dimly lit pool becomes flooded with light. I bolt up, and Sam straightens her head, knocking it into my jaw.

"Ow!" We both say. I rub my jaw, forgetting for a second about the light that just turned on. We turn around, trying to find who flicked the switch. But the pool room was empty. The song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol was playing quietly.

"That was… weird," I said slowly. Sam nods her head.

"Who could have flicked the switch? And talk about some cockblock," she complains. I feel myself blush, but in the midst of our confusion my tent has gone down. It is unbelievably unromantic in the blinding light.

"Yeah, it's kind of suspicious. You didn't see anyone on our way here?"

"No. It's probably some electric screw up."

I laughed. "Or maybe someone is plotting to turn off the lights so we get afraid of the dark."

Sam looked at me funny. "Really? That's so lame." Well, bleh!

"But you love me."

She smiled. "Yeah, I do."

SAM POV
That was really strange. We decide to not, you know . . . kiss anymore, but we do climb into the hot tub. The mood has been killed, and I'm still really confused on what happened, but whatever.

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We snuck through the house about half an hour later. Freddie followed me as I retraced my route. We kissed softly at our door, but that was it. I climbed into bed, exhausted from our little adventure, and fell asleep immediately.

As was pointed out in one of my reviews, my previous chapter was a little too intense. I changed it a bit. Thanks for understanding!

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