iHave You Chapter 9: Month 3 Burning Sensation, an icarly fanfic

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~~Chapter Nine : Month 3/Burning Sensation

Sam's morning sickness has really died down this month. It's kind of strange; her morning sickness was only here for one month and now she doesn't really have it anymore, but Mason said every woman is different with their pregnancy. Especially Sam. Sam's middle name is different; she's not like other girls.

I was on my lunch break at "Office Do Well" one day, so I thought I'd come by and surprise my Princess Puckett. Sam was working the hour I was on lunch break, so I personally asked the woman who seated me, to be seated at one of Sam Puckett's tables. She smiled and seated me to my table, assuming I was Sam's boyfriend.

As I looked down at the menu, I saw Sam out of the corner of my eye; running here and there with food for customers. I tried to keep my cool and look like your average customer, and finally, Sam came to my table.

"Freddison?" she asked. I then looked from my menu and straight into her blue eyes.

She looked adorable in her little uniform. She was wearing a designed T-shirt that had her name in-printed and the restaurant's logo on the back, with a matching skirt and an apron. Her short skirt showed a very large amount of her soft, white legs. She looked amazingly hot.

"What are you doing here?" she asked me with an instant smile across her face.

"Just like everyone else, I'm having lunch" I casually shrugged. She just shook her head at my reply, believing that I came more than just for lunch.

"So what do you want?" she asked with her pen and pad ready.

"I think I'll have the Beef Stew with a side order of baked potato, baby carrots and cole slaw"

"Corn bread or biscuits?" Sam asked as she jotted down my order.

"Surprise me" I smirked. Sam knew I loved biscuits so she probably wrote that down.

"Okay, I'll be back with your food Freddie," she paused and looked at me for a split second. She bit her lip with a smile; I know that smile anywhere…that's Sam Puckett's devious "I'm-gonna-get-my-way" smile.

She leaned over the table; inches away from my face and said ", and just because you're one of my favorite customers…" Sam parted her lips and enclosed them around mine.

I definitely kissed her back. I was a little surprised that she would kiss me like this at her work place, but I definitely kissed her back. Her lips had an intimate feeling on mine as she slowly broke apart from me.

"Hey let me get some of that over here!" I heard some sicko yell across the room.

Sam just rolled her eyes; the usual Sam she would jump on top of the table and slap his face…but Sam wanted to keep her job and her baby. She walked away with a cute little grin while I waited for my food.

. . . .

After work, one of my friends from "Office Do Well" dropped me off at Sam and I's house; I waved good-bye to him as I walked up our driveway and knocked on the front door.

"Who is it?" I hear Sam yell noisily.

"It's me baby!" I reply. I suddenly hear footsteps.

Her face was glowing with happiness. The whole time I've seen Sam today she hasn't complained once, shouldn't she miserable since she's pregnant? Before I could get my foot in our hallway, she greeted me with a short, sweet, kiss; she sure is "kissy" today… Not that I don't mind, I enjoy her kisses.

She went from tired, throwing up, mood swings, and complaining to all of a sudden happiness and she seems so… unusually attracted to me… I shook my head trying to rationalize Sam's abnormal behavior.

"Mmmm delicious" I compliment her mouth-watering kiss. "Why thanks Fredduccini," she replied with one of her accents. ", nice running into you today at work" Sam winked and stepped aside, finally letting me into our house.

"My pleasure" I grinned, closing the front door behind me. Sam swiftly walked to our den and reclined herself on the couch.

"How's pregnancy going today?" I asked her as I followed her in our den. "Really weird"

"How weird?" I sat in a rocking chair, beside the couch she was lying on.

"Well it's uh… it's my…my upper-body area" Sam motioned from her chest up.

"Oh…is it your breasts?" Sam nodded uncomfortably, even though we have had sex she probably feels awkward talking about places that we touched and kissed during that drunken time. But for me, it's not like we're talking about pleasurable, sexual things, just pregnancy related pains that I should know about, since this is my baby and my Sam.

"Baby, that's normal. You're breasts is making room for all the milk that's going to be coming in and getting prepared for when the baby comes" I remembered everything my mom lectured me for almost a week.

"Yeah I think my bra is getting too tight" Sam reached behind her back and under her shirt, trying to adjust her bra.

"Well that's also normal, a good bra to have during pregnancy is a cotton bra because your nipples will be very tender and the cotton is soft so it's a feel good kind of bra instead of rough fabric. I can go get you one tomorrow" Sam just looked at me in shock, surprised I know so much about a woman's body and different bras. She just shrugged and said "Uh…I think I can get my own bra Fredwad"

"Yeah but you're not working tomorrow and I am; I'll already be in town just and it's just one more thing I can do. Besides, I want to help you" I reached out my hands, wanting to hold hers.

Instead of holding my hands she smiled a lustful smile and said "I know another way you can help me"

One of my eyebrows rose. What could Sam Puckett possibly be thinking now? "What?" I asked.

"Could you uh…massage my breasts?" Huh, that's weird. She feels uncomfortable talking about her breasts, but yet she wants me to massage them? "It's not going to hurt you is it?"

"No, a lady who works with me is pregnant too and her husband massages hers. Just make sure you don't put too much pressure on them" Man, how could I say no to that? We're not doing anything sexual, just pain release from Mother Nature's pregnancy "gifts"

"…Okay sure. Are you positive you want me to do this?" I said as I kneeled beside the couch on the floor.

"Freddie it's not like we're having sex" Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah I know, but you'll be half naked in-front of me"

"Here…let's make it even" Sam smiled and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and then pulled it over my head.

"Now…un-dress me Benson" Sam lifted her arms up; signaling me to take her shirt off. I grinned and instantly took her shirt and bra off. Under her bra laid two, very large, bulging, breasts. I don't remember her breasts being this huge…"Whoa…" my mouth hang open.

"What's wrong?"

"Their huge!"

"I know— now stop drooling" I just shook my head smiling at her over-confidence in her-self.

I massaged each of her breasts with two of my fingers from each hand. I massaged very carefully, careful not to hurt them.

After a few moments of massaging her breasts, she hung her head back in pleasure and moaned. My eyes grew wide watching her; she wasn't getting turned on by this is she? Hopefully not. I don't want this to turn into a frisky fiasco.

"Freddie…" she moaned my name as her nipples grew erect. I tried not to stare or drool, not that she'd notice anyhow.

"Um…am I massaging too hard?" I asked her, trying to change her mood.

"Oh no…its perfect…keep on. Don't stop"

My "off-subject" question didn't really help the situation; actually I think it made it worse more than anything.

All of a sudden, in the midst of Sam's "orgasm" I guess you call it— I heard a knock on our front door. Sam jumped out of her state of arousment and looked at me curiously.

"Sam? Freddie?" I heard a familiar voice outside, it sounded like Carly's.

Oh my God! Carly! If she sees me doing this Sam we'll never hear the end of it! I nervously throw Sam her bra and shirt to put on as I quickly slipped on my shirt before answering the door. When I opened the door I saw Carly standing there, holding a big, brown-paper bag.

"Hey Freddie," she smiled ", where's Sam?"

"I think she's on the couch" I replied nervously, still trying to be normal after majorly turning Sam on.

Carly and I entered the living room where Sam sat down normally, as if nothing went on between us a split second ago.

"Hey I got you guys some stuff. Bob and Beth went grocery shopping but they both we're busy today and couldn't bring the stuff themselves so here you go—and I bought a book for Sam" Carly excitedly said.

"Carls… out off all the things to buy me, why a book?" Sam whined.

"Well it's something I hope you read…the title is "My Baby and Me", Carly handed Sam a book with a black cover and a picture of a baby forming on the front. Sam took the book and started reading the back cover.

"It has everything a first-time mom should know about pregnancy and even when the baby comes" Carly added. I was interested in that too, maybe I can read it if I get a free moment.

"Hey that's pretty good. Thanks Carls" Sam looked up to smile at her best friend, and then she looked back down at the back cover. "Happy to" Carly giggled cheerfully.

"See Sam, books are for better use than drowning down the toilet" I smirked jokingly. Sam just rolled her eyes in reply.

"Um, one of you might want to attend to the groceries, there's some frozen stuff" Carly said.

"Okay I'll do it!" Sam instantly offered, putting the book down on the coffee table and taking the bag of groceries from Carly. When Sam ran in our kitchen I decided it was a perfect time to ask Carly something about Sam.

"Hey, what's Sam's bra size?" I asked Carly, lowering my voice.

Carly gave me a curious, confused, look and then asked me "Why…?"

"I want to get her a cotton bra tomorrow. I'm working and she's not and…her breasts are getting a lot bigger" I tried to describe.

"Oh…Ok…well I don't know actually" Carly shrugged. "Ham!" Carly and I heard Sam shriek from the kitchen.

"She found the ham" Carly smiled. I just laughed, I know what Sam wants for dinner tonight...

"Just look in her dresser when she's busy taking a shower or something. Anyway…Spencer's making a new sculptor and someone's paying him a lot so we're gonna go celebrate"

I was lost when I heard the word "Spencer's making a new sculptor" we only go over to shoot iCarly webisodes and then go home so I can tend to Sam or go to bed because we have work early in the morning.

I remember when we used to go over all the time, un-invited, and how Spencer would always be up to something bizarre or making a sculptor and how we always used to celebrate things like this with the Shay's.

That was before Sam and I got drunk, pregnant, and now have adult responsibilities too.

"I miss you guys. I remember when we used to hang out together all the time…after the baby is born and when we go back to school…I promise we can do all the things we used to do" I hopefully said to Carly.

"Hey we still have iCarly tomorrow night" Carly perked up.

"Oh yeah…" I remembered.

"Can we have one last rehearsal tonight? I know that we all feel good about the show but…just for old times' sake? " Carly asked.

"…Sure. We'd love to" I replied. "Well, gotta go celebrate. See ya Freddie, by Sam!" Carly said as she left.

"Bye Carls!" Sam yelled from the kitchen.

I went in the kitchen and saw a fried chicken leg in her mouth. "Babe, don't ruin your supper" I told her, taking the chicken leg out. She just snickered and kissed me. I could taste the greasy, meaty taste on her lips "Mmmm…fried chicken" I joked.

"You know it" Sam laughed.

"Hey Carly wants us to have rehearsal for iCarly tonight and don't forget about your appointment with Dr. Vera tomorrow"

"Oh yeah... but okay sure"

. . . . . . .

After supper, Carly texted Sam and said now would be a good time to rehearse so I called up one of my friends and he dropped us off. I hate being dragged around everywhere. Our house is a long ways to walk from Bushwell Plaza so we always have to call someone to pick us up.

When Sam and I stepped into Carly's apartment to do a fun rehearsal and hang out, we felt ourselves again. Usually we rush up-stairs or in the elevator and never pay attention to anything in the room.

There was Spencer's Japanese lamp, the bottle bot, a few seasons of "Girly Cow" on the coffee table. It was just like old times! I felt like nothing changed.

Spencer's still spastic and goofy, and Carly's still Carly. It was really great for us to hang out with friends and just have a fun time. Forget about work…forget about breast pains, headaches, and a baby on the way…forget that we're 16 and taking on the world together. We have friends, and they'll always be there for us. So no matter what changes Sam and I go through, we always will have our friends that stick together like glue.

"So what are we going to do about iCarly? I know I'm not really showing yet but I'm going to soon"

Sam spoke up when we were sitting in Carly's room listening to some music and just hanging out, talking after rehearsal.

"Well we can't tell them…that's a really bad example for all the little kids watching the show" I spoke up. I hate hiding things from our fans but this is one thing that our 100, 1000's of fans can never know about.

"Ya think Benson?" Sam sarcastically said. I wasn't offended, I actually liked Sam's abrasive remarks; it reminded me of a simpler time before all of this started happening.

"Guys listen…we'll just say we need to cancel iCarly for a while. Just for…uh…" Carly looked at Sam. "6 months" Sam and I both said simultaneously.

"Yeah that's not too bad…" Carly shrugged sadly. I could tell she was sad that iCarly was ending for 6 months, iCarly is really the only thing Carly has and she loves it more than anything. She was sad more than any of us.

"Look we'll have a big thing when we start iCarly back. We'll have loads of time to think of funny skits, fans can send in videos and we'll have a top 10 countdown…" I tried to lift Carly's spirits up. She smiled "Yeah…"

"But what do we say? Hey iCarly's gone for 6 months…see ya?" asked Sam.

"Well just say we need to take a little break due to…private matters. I'm sure our fans can respect that we have our own issues we can't blab to the world" Carly stated. Sam shrugged and lifted her eyebrows. That's Sam's way of agreeing. "Then it's settled" Sam added.

. . . . . . .

After work the next day and picking Sam up a cotton bra, Bob and Beth swung by our house and picked Sam and I up for her 2nd appointment with Dr. Vera. We walked in the practice together and waited for our appointment. When we were called in the patient's room and Dr. Vera entered, he had Sam doing the usual things: pee in a cup, take her blood pressure, check her weight, and ask her different pregnancy questions.

The appointment went very well and he said that Sam and both the baby was doing great. That always takes a lot off my stressful mind to hear that.

That night when I went to bed, I woke up around 1 or 2 in the morning to the feeling of Sam's hands all over my body. I assumed that I was dreaming until I noticed this was my bedroom, my bed, and my house. Her body was covering half of mine, and she stroked my chest temptingly, which I didn't have a problem with, but then she lowered her hands past my stomach and started to play with me.

I gasped in utter shock and pleasure. I groaned and almost tried to pull a move on Sam but I stopped myself and tried to move her off of me, but she was stuck to me like a heavy boulder. After minutes of exasperating pushing, I eventually gave up and just let her do as she wished, she eventually got tired and we both fell asleep.

I woke up that morning to the sound of my lovely alarm clock. I looked down at myself. There are no hands on me, I looked to the left—Sam wasn't there. She must be at work already. Okay, what happened last night? I moved my fingers through my hair.

What is with her here recently…? She's very "kissy", she wanted me to touch her breasts, and then she played with my testicles last night. Sam is usually already too confusing but there should be some sort of explanation for this behavior. Maybe I can ask her when I come home today.

. . . . .

It was a very long day, re-stocking supplies and working in different areas of the store. I never stopped thinking about Sam for a second. Summer is just around the corner and I know we'll get lots of business then. In fact, summer is so near today was one of the biggest heat waves Seattle has got. I was worried about how Sam was taking it at home, but finally I was knocking at our front door when my long day was over.

"It's open!" she yelled from inside.

I entered, kicking off my shoes and placing the mail on the kitchen counter. Phew, it's hot in here! I need to hurry and go up-stairs to our bedroom and change into something light! But before I do that, I need to check on Sam. "Where are you babe?" I yelled throughout the house from the kitchen.

"Living room!" I started shuffling through junk, magazines, store sales, and 1 or 2 bills as I entered the living room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a full head of blond curls from the top of our couch. I decided to sit down the mail on the coffee table before changing. I walked over to the couch and spotted Sam. She was wearing a white camisole and black overly-short shorts. Wow, she looked smoking hot.

I couldn't blame her; it's pretty hot in here… But I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly shaped body; her bulging breasts due to pregnancy and her tight butt and toned legs seen very noticeable by her pants choice.

I shook my head… Bad thoughts lead to bad actions Freddie.

"Hey baby" she turned her head and motioned for me to come to her. I quickly obeyed and in reply, she grabbed my shirt collar, kissing me rather forcefully and strong. Her lips were tight around mine and her nails almost ripped a hole in my borrowed shirt. She finally let go of my lips and I breathed heavily.

"What is up with that Sam? Listen, we need to talk" I said, remembering her behavior last night. She completely ignored what I said by saying "You want to do something fun and erotic?"

"Uh, erotic?" I asked as I sat beside her on the couch. I know exactly what she wants using that word. There is no way I am having sex. Again. Does she even know how risky it is?

"You look so hot" she said, placing her hands on the sides of my neck, kissing my bottom lip.

"Sam, listen to me. We need to talk …and I'm—I'm sweating Sam…" I tried to tell her, even though it wasn't working.

"Even when you're sweating your smoking hot and gorgeous" she kissed me again, not forcefully this time but quite addictive. Mmmm… her kiss was so good. Her lips wrapped around mine as we picked up the pace of our kissing and it turned more hungry than slow and sweet. I knew this had to end. I need to talk to her, even though this is so tempting. I finally got the nerve to push Sam off.

"What was that for?" she yelled. "Listen… I need to talk to you" she rolled her eyes. "Fine"

"Why do you want to…do…this?" I tried looking for the right words. She just looked at me confused and slightly annoyed. So I explained further. "Last night you started touching me…and, just now you want something 'erotic' and I think I know what that means"

She just rolled her eyes and then looked at me with a hungry look. "Come on, Freddie. I need you" she said exasperated. She needs me? Right now? No way! Is she crazy?

"Huh?" I said at a loss for words.

"You are so hot" she crawled closer to me like a frisky tiger ready to pounce. I started getting nervous and I swallowed hard. "Sam, I – I don't—" she then just looked at me and shook her head. "Don't you want to have sex with me?" she moved back.

"What? Why?" There's no way I'm having sex again. Not that I didn't enjoy it…but it's nothing to be proud of.

"Fine…'make love'" Sam said quoting with her fingers. I sighed at her remark and tried to explain our situation here. "Sam. Sex is—"

"I know what sex is! We've done it before! How do you think I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah I know! And it's going to happen again if you don't calm your hormonal out-of-controlness!"

"Don't you know anything about pregnancy? If you have sex while you're pregnant you can't get re-pregnant!"

"And how do you—"

"I looked it up on the internet" Sam quickly replied. I just sat there with nothing to say. Whatever I said in defense seemed to not move her. I know it's a good feeling… and we don't have to worry about anything like pregnancy or guilt. We've already been there, well currently there now. What do I have to lose? It's Sam. She's hot, she has a desire for me …do I have to think of anymore reasons?

"Okay Sam, but if we're going to do this we're going to do it right. Meet me in our bedroom 8:30 PM" I mischievously grinned as I finally gave in. She grinned lustfully back.

So at 8:30 that night—I went all out.

I dimmed the lights in our bedroom, I lit candles everywhere, I poured rose petals on our enormous bed, and I played soft, slow, music. I was also wearing a tux and some very expensive cologne Bob let me borrow. The room was ready; I looked around and felt like I was in a fantasy. I checked the time on the clock. 8: 29 PM.

Man, I felt nervous. I don't know why, I've done this before. I was drunk, but I've done this before. My hands started to sweat while I waited for Sam. You can't back down now Freddie, the bedroom is all decked out in a sexual atmosphere. In the midst of my nervous breakdown, the door opened and Sam appeared in some very revealing lingerie.

Wow she's hot and beautiful. This is so worth it. I know it is, just looking at her… I know it's worth it. I gave her a crooked grin and a huge beam swept across her face when she saw how I transformed our bedroom.

"Wow Freddie…" is all she could say.

"Come here, Sam" I motioned for her.

She walked closer and I placed my hands on her hips, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we danced slowly to the music. She came closer to me and I could feel her breath in the dark as her lips barely touched mine.

I wrapped my lips around hers and got lost in her taste. She picked up the pace and moved her lips faster and deeper. I kissed her top lip repeatedly, making her release an enjoyable sigh.

After the song finished, another slow, soft song started to play. I placed one arm under her neck and one around her hips. I picked her up in a groom-carrying-bride way and placed her softly on top of the rose petals covering our bed.

She looked amazingly hot wearing that lingerie in-front of me, but amazingly beautiful as she lay so peacefully and happily on the rose petals. I took off my tux jacket and hung it over the bed post. I positioned my body over hers; I could tell she was trying to restrain herself from taking off all my clothes and screwing my brains out. But I wanted to do this right; I didn't want to have sex with Sam. I wanted to make love to Sam.