A/N: Okay, got this one out a lot sooner than the last chapter. Sorry its a wee bit short.
Been kicking around a couple of story ideas; hope to have something else I can give you this summer. Or maybe Fall.
Carly was reading her latest Stephen King novel in bed. She preferred paperbacks to the heftier first editions. She remembered when she was younger and wanting to read Stephen King's "It" but the library only carried the first edition, which was 1,400 pages and weighed like fifteen pounds. Sufficient to say, Carly had a hard time taking her reading material wherever she went. So, there would be this annoying period when a new book comes out and months have to pass before the mass market paperback hits the shelves. And during those long months, Carly tried to avoid reviews and spoilers which isn't easy because NY Times bestsellers are widely read.
A thud from a heavy backpack made her almost drop her book without bookmarking the page first.
"Whoa!" she gasped.
"Sorry," sighed Sam, using her foot to push the bag out of the way of the bedroom door. "Long day."
"What's in there, rocks?" Carly asked.
Sam plopped on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan.
"I wish! They're more fun to chuck at people who annoy you than a book."
Carly grinned when strains of the old Sam would seep through.
"Why were you at school so late? It's past seven."
"Well..." Sam rolled over to see Carly better. "First there was the school day. Apparently, we were pressured to give out homework on the first day. I had to tell a bunch of half-dead kids, who are clearly getting up early for the first time in forever, that they had to find an animal that they would like to draw this week. I thought one of the benefits of being an art teacher was that I could be the cool one who didn't hand out homework. What's next? Gym teachers asking you to take a lap at home?"
"The kids stayed that late?" Carly asked, in her usual concerned way which Sam appreciated.
"Nope." Sam groaned. "The faculty had a special meeting that took three hours. Why, you ask? Because everybody had a stupid question to make the whole thing drag on, and on, and on."
Carly rubbed the blonde's head sympathetically, "Awwww. You hungry?"
"Yes!"
"Well, I ordered a pizza about twenty minutes ago, thinking you were gonna be late and want something..."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Carly jumped out of bed and grabbed her wallet. "There it is now."
Within a minute, the brunette returned triumphant with a large pie and some napkins.
"My hero!" Sam grinned widely.
The pair always ordered their pizza the same way: fully-loaded veggies with pepperoni (at Sam's request). Carly never cared for mushrooms when she was very little, which Spencer would torture her by getting them on pizza he didn't want his baby sister to touch. But she softened to the fungi over the years but likes it best on a pizza.
Now sitting up side-by-side on the bed, Carly was browsing with the remote.
"Anything good?" Sam asked.
"Not really," Carly shook her head. "Just some B movies and reality shows. You know, the usual."
Sam snuggled up closer to Carly, laying her head on her shoulder.
"I like this."
"What?" Carly asked.
Sam just scrunched up her face.
"Nothing."
Later that night, while Carly was sleeping, Sam had a hard time getting to bed herself.
She gazed over at the slumbering woman next to her and couldn't help but watch her face, trying to guess what she might be dreaming of.
Sam was so happy that Carly had become more comfortable with showing affection in public, like holding hands or a peck here and there. But this was very special to her, to have Carly in the same proverbial marriage bed as her. In all honesty, bad dreams have been less frequent since this new arrangement. Sam also preferred Carly's methods of waking her up in the morning than her lousy alarm clock.
She would whisper into Sam's ear whilst caressing her face, gently pulling her out of slumberland and back to reality. Hearing Carly's voice and feeling her touch was a terrific way to begin the day, in Sam's opinion.
Bored, tired and tired of being bored; Sam brought up her laptop. She to a website called FanScribe, which was a collection of fan fiction sent in by users all around the world. The stories weren't your usual TV and movie properties, either. YouTubers and other Internet personalities had a fair share of stories written about them.
So, that made Sam curious if there were any about the iCarly gang.
And oh, there was.
Apparently, the rabid fans they had encountered at Webicon were just the tip of the iceberg. There were Creddie stories and Seddie stories (which outnumbered any other ship). But there was another ship that Sam never considered back then. There were at least eighty stories (mostly short) about Cam, or the romantic pairing of Carly and Sam. Some of these were pretty well-written, like this user would have a future writing if they apply themselves. Then there are the horribly misspelled and plotless tripe.
And then, there was the smut.
Have you ever read a sex story starring you? It's fucking bananas, which is an understatement. Not to mention it featured a person very close to you. A good number of these fics were pretty imaginative with their boudoir settings and detailed physical encounters. Sam originally did this for shits and giggles but now can't help but read some of this stuff with great interest. She briefly toyed with the idea of messaging one of these authors and complimenting them on their story. Bet they would never anticipate a review coming from the source.
She could see it now:
Really enjoyed this story, one of the best. Hot and amazing! BTW my tits aren't that big - S
Sam closed her laptop, shaking her head, thinking better of it.
She laid down, thinking about her and Carly becoming intimate and how that would come about. Sam had fleeting thoughts about Carly in that scenario but the stories she had read certainly made it a visceral reality in words. She wondered if she could ever get the guts to ask Carly about the subject. She'd been really cool lately and the last thing Sam wanted to do was scare her off.
"I don't know what to do," she told herself.
Sam loved Carly deeply and was confident those feelings were mutual. And they were both adults and had their biological needs. But the rub was Carly had never been with a woman before, so that will definitely make her even more cautious. It was something to get used to, for sure, but holding hands and snuggling and kissing and talking; the same could be said for Carly and some guy.
But sex with another woman was a different animal entirely. The dynamic was different in practically every way. Sam took time to get used to it and (according to one of her ex's) slowly became good at it. Carly had a similar path ahead, so Sam reasoned to remain patient and if she truly loved her that she will cross that bridge when she is ready.
As Sam drifted off, she figured that a girl like Carly would be well worth the wait. That didn't stop her from escaping into a fantasy scene of her own.