Here's another story I found randomly on my computer! XD I think this is the last one though. . . sadness. . . I hope you guys like it! I don't own iCarly or they'd be trying to go to the pool a lot more often.
It was the middle of summer and Carly, Sam, and I were relaxing at the park. We had intended to go to the pool and hang out, but when we got there it was so full the counter attendant had to turn us away because they were already over maximum capacity. Carly and Sam, still in their bikinis and shorts, and I in my swim trunks, had nowhere to go, but we knew we didn't want to return to the apartment. Finally, while we were walking around, Sam suggested we lay our towels out at the park, get some popsicles and tan, so that's what we did.
Soon after she had finished her strawberry fruit-pop Carly had fallen asleep, the warm late-afternoon air and calm surroundings lulling her. Sam and I stayed half-awake, talking and teasing one another. Eventually we lapsed into a steady silence and moments passed by until the sun started setting. I thought Sam had gone to sleep when she turned to me and flipped me on my back.
"Sam!" I yelled, startled. "What was that for? What are you doing?" I tried turning around to see why she had flipped me but she pushed my shoulder back down and leaned toward me.
"Relax, nub. I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to trace on your back."
I sighed and put my head down, deciding it was better not to fight this one. But I soon jumped back up again at a sharp pain in my lower back.
"Ouch! Sam, you said you wouldn't hurt me!"
She just laughed, "You should know better than to trust what I say Freddork."
She pushed me back down on my stomach and started tracing a picture on my back. I closed my eyes and followed her finger mentally, trying to picture what she was drawing. Her finger left a trail of pricks after it, making my skin tingle. I almost wanted to shiver, but repressed the urge. Occasionally her nail would tickle my skin, sending involuntary goose bumps down my arms. Her finger went up to my neck, over my shoulders, under my shoulder blade, down my spine, across my lower back. It was relaxing and tantalizing, the simple touch lighting a trail of fire that burned down to ice. It pushed me to the brink of sleep but kept me from falling over with its mesmerizing intimacy.
"Okay, what did I draw?" She asked, her voice challenging.
"A pork chop," I answered without hesitation.
She paused, surprised with how easily I'd answered her question. "How'd you know?"
"I know you, Sam. That's all I need," I smirked at her glare and pushed her shoulder. "Okay, my turn. Lay down."
She flopped down on her towel and sighed, burying her head in her arms.
I stopped breathing for a minute when I realized she wasn't wearing a full top, but a bikini. I had forgotten that. Luckily she shifted impatiently sighing loudly when I didn't start drawing right away, and that snapped me out of it.
I pushed her hair out of the way and saw the shivers run down her spin at the soft brush of my hand. Swallowing hard, I lightly touched the tip of my finger to her back, feeling warmth race up my arm. I traced across her shoulders, touching the dip between her shoulder and neck. Traveling down across her back, I stopped right above her hip and felt her repress the urge to squirm. Smiling softly, I realized she was ticklish there. Still tracing I moved across her back to her spine, then back up to her arm and across again to where I started at her neck.
Filling in the space I had made I barely let myself touch her skin. I felt how soft it was, how warm and inviting, I could barely keep myself from lying down and using her as a pillow. That most definitely would have made her snap my neck. In a bit I was done and dropped my hand.
"Okay, what did I draw?"
"The iCarly symbol," she also didn't hesitate.
I just laughed and lay down on my stomach again, ready for her to start tracing again, but instead she just lifted herself up and flopped back down on top of me, stealing the idea I had before. I just sighed under her weight and shook my head.
She picked a piece of grass and started tickling my neck and shoulders while I tried to bat it away. I rolled under Sam and grabbed the hand with grass, pulling it away from her, unintentionally dragging her across my torso. When she finally let go she was lying across me diagonally and her hand was braced on my chest. She didn't seem to notice the closeness of our position because she just lay back down and seemed to fall asleep slightly.
I was about to push her off when she started humming softly. I paused a moment trying to think of where I had heard the tune until finally I placed it as Sampson by Regina Spektor. I sang softly along, suddenly and deliberately comfortable with the situation for some reason. I rested my head on the ground, still singing under my breath and ran my hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. We stayed that way, singing softly and relaxing for another half hour or so until Carly woke up and realized what time it was. We didn't speak of it again, but I haven't forgotten it, and I know she hasn't either.
Sending you all love!