9. iCame Back

Sam didn't want to move. She was just where she wanted to be, and moving might shatter this perfect moment.

What was it about Cat Valentine that disarmed her so completely? How could one human being take a badass, angry, broken girl like Sam Puckett and turn her into a starry-eyed, lovestruck idiot? The nearest Sam could figure, she'd been through so much misery and darkness for most of her life that Cat's light shone that much brighter for her. Sam was the moth, and Cat was the flame, drawing her in with the promise of irresistible warmth and light and goodness. She was truly the yang to Sam's yin, in ways Sam could barely grasp. The intensity of these feelings scared the hell out of her.

But Cat had also shown her that it's possible to face your fears and overcome them, instead of avoiding them. When the pair had met, Cat had been terrified at the notion of living by herself. She scared easily, frequently fainting anytime something too intense would happen. She always credited Sam with helping her to be brave enough to get past all that. And Cat's courage had inspired Sam right back. It was a crazy, strange, perfect match.

Sam was laying on her left side, facing the garish pink wall, both arms wrapped around Cat, her breasts pressing against Cat's naked back. Cat breathed deeply, contentedly, barely making any of the usual sounds she made when she slept. Her arms nestled against Sam's and held them tightly. Sam leaned over and nibbled on Cat's ear, tickling it just enough to try and get her attention.

Cat giggled in her sleep. Her head slowly, instinctively turned towards Sam's nibbling. Sam kissed her cheek as her face turned, then her lush, full lips. As Cat gradually woke up, she returned the kiss more urgently, soon turning over to face Sam. Sam sensed the urgency growing within her as well, especially as Cat's tongue drew hers out.

"Hey there, Kitten," Sam said.

Cat's eyes seemed to glow at that. "Hey yourself. I just had the best dream."

"Tell me about it."

"I dreamed that I fell asleep with you and woke up in your arms."

Cat kissed her again and Sam wanted nothing more than to roll on top of her and kiss every inch of her again.

"You know what that means, don't you?" Cat shook her head. "It means you need to have some more creative dreams."

"Stop," Cat giggled. "It was my favorite dream ever because it's the only one I've ever had that came true."

Sam's heart leaped in her chest. She shook her head in wonder at this creature she called Cat. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"How do you make something so cheesy mean so much to me? How do you just pull all the anger out? How—"

Cat's eyes glistened with…were those tears? Sam had only a moment to think about it before Cat's lips were on hers. Sam felt the intent and intensity behind the kiss as Cat propped herself up on her right arm and cupped Sam's cheek with her left. Cat's hand traced down her neck and gently pushed her right shoulder, guiding Sam to lay on her back. Sam was content to let Cat take control, and more than a little impressed at her intuition as the redhead's hand caressed Sam's body. She felt a pinch on her nipple and groaned into Cat's mouth as their tongues intertwined. She felt Cat's lips curl upward.

"Someone likes it kind of rough, huh?"

She did, and she suspected Cat had figured that out the previous night, given the attention she had given her nipples. Cat squeezed Sam's nipple again, a little harder this time. Sam trembled with pleasure under Cat's touch, growing wetter with each passing second. Cat's hand slid back and forth, kneading Sam's breasts and pinching them, slowly working her into a frenzy. Cat traced her tongue down Sam's pale neckline, wracking her with chills. She rose to her knees and kissed every inch of Sam's breasts, drawing her left nipple into her mouth and squeezing the right. Cat's left hand traveled slowly—so, so slowly—down Sam's abs, veering off to the side and reaching the front of Sam's thigh.

Sam felt like her body was on fire. Cat's touch, her hands, her lips, were all so satisfying, yet so inflammatory. Cat's hand teased up and down Sam's slit as she bit into her nipple gently, then a little harder.

"Oh my god…Cat…"

Cat giggled upon hearing her name.

Growing desperate, Sam shifted her left hand and found she could easily reach Cat with it. Cat's legs open as her hand ran up the redhead's thigh. She felt the dampness before she ever reached Cat's perfectly-shaven slit. Sam loved how it felt as she slipped inside. She the flex of Cat's thigh muscles, and the tiny whimper that escaped her lips.

Sam ran her finger up and down the outside of Cat's slit, then slipped it inside, then did it again and again, pressing deeper each time, relishing the spasms that overtook Cat with each subtle movement.

Cat's weight shifted as she left Sam's breasts and slid her lips down her abs. As she shifted, she raised her right leg and threw it over Sam's head. Sam smiled as Cat's slit danced just inches above her. She could see the dampness in the moonlight that poured in their window, and she had to have it. Now.

Until Cat brushed against her clit with that apparently magical tongue. Sam arched her back uncontrollably and the groan she loosed was embarrassingly loud. She didn't care. For having only done this once before, Cat's intuition was phenomenal. "Oooohhh, Kitten," she gasped. "Oh god. Right there."

Sam felt her lips gently opened by Cat's fingers and suddenly her clit was under attack over and over, each fresh tongue lashing sending waves of ecstasy through her. The pleasure relented a bit as Cat slid a finger inside Sam's slit, then a second, and slowly began building up a rhythm.

Sam's brain wasn't firing; she was running on pure, unbridled lust as she reached up, grabbed Cat's firm, round ass, and pulled it down to her face. Her tongue plunged between Cat's lips. She drank it in, relishing every fresh wave of sweetness the deeper her tongue plunged—and it plunged deep. Sam's tongue may not be as magical as Cat's, but it was long, and she used it to full effect.

"Mmmm, Sam…Sam!"

Sam loved hearing Cat call her name, even if it were a little muffled as she was groaning into Sam's slit. Sam drove her tongue deeper, then brought up her left thumb, moistened it, and used it to attack Cat's clit. Cat's thighs quivered. Sam felt her tongue falter for just a moment as Cat groaned again.

An idea came to Sam as she rode out another body-wide chill brought on by Cat's tongue. She gently slid her right pinky inside of Cat, soaking it almost immediately. Cat barely noticed it, she was so wet. Sam then slid the finger out of Cat's slit, slowly, carefully sliding it towards her perfect ass. As it drew closer, Sam felt her muscles tighten up. Cat had done something to her clit, she wasn't sure what, but the sensation rocked her to her bones. She felt fingers inside of her and Cat's lips and tongue on her clit and maybe some fingers there as well, she wasn't sure.

"Ohmygod…Cat, Cat, Cat….oh fuck!"

She practically screamed into Cat's slit as the orgasm rocked through her. Every muscle twitched, every breath was labored, and Sam felt like she'd died and gone to a very peculiar sort of heaven.

As the feelings passed, Sam was both exhausted and energized, eager to return the favor. She put her thumb and tongue right back to work on Cat's clit, and she felt the redhead's body begin to tremble. She continued to slide her still-wet pinky upward, until she pressed it against Cat's ass. She moved it slowly, running in slow circles, gently pressing it inside. Sam wasn't sure Cat even felt it until one of her hands dug into Cat's thigh and tore the skin a bit.

"Whoa, whoa, whooooaaaa my god, Sam…what is—"

Sam grinned and pushed her pinky in just a little deeper, then sent her tongue around Cat's clit in the opposite direction.

"Oooohhhhhhh god, oh god, oh god…yessss…."

Cat's muscles begin to tighten. Sam gently pushed her pinky in a little further.

Cat slammed her fist on the bed. Her other hand dug into Sam's leg, hard enough that Sam was pretty sure she was bleeding a little. Oddly, the thought turned her on.

"Oh my god what are you doing…don't you dare stop…Sam, Sam, Sam…!"

The orgasm hit Cat with violent ferocity. Her body tightened and clamped down on Sam and in seconds, Sam was fighting for air. She wondered if anyone had ever come as much as Cat did at that moment; wave after wave after wave washed over her face. Cat's thighs squeezed the sides of her head so tight, Sam's ears started ringing.

For an eternity after, Cat had a steel grip on Sam's leg and seemed afraid to let go. Sam was content to lay there and catch her breath as well, now that the pressure on her head had eased. When Cat did finally move, she got to her knees, crawled around and fell next to Sam, holding her tightly, kissing her lips, her neck. She was still shaking.

"What did you do to me?"

Sam smiled. "Did you like—"

She couldn't even finish the sentence before Cat kissed her again. She tasted her own sweetness as it mixed with Cat's. It was intoxicating.

"I don't know if I'll ever walk again," Cat said contentedly as she finally relented. "But I think it was worth it."

"You'll manage," Sam assured her. "Just need a bit of rest and a big breakfast."

But Cat had already fallen back asleep.

Hours later, Sam was the first one awake. She wasn't sure how late it was. The sun was up this time, at least. Cat had rolled away from her at some point, so she found she could get up without disturbing her. A quick check of her phone and Sam found it was after nine.

I thought for sure I'd sleep later than this, she thought as she stretched. She saw she had a few missed calls, but she didn't care. It was the weekend and they had no kids to babysit today, so to hell with it.

Sam's stomach growled as she made her way to the bathroom. She debated just going out and grabbing some food but figured a shower might be in order first. Her hair was still kind of stiff from all the spray, her makeup was all over the place after her romps overnight, and, while she didn't especially mind it, half her body smelled like Cat's perfume and the other half smelled like her...well...

The hot water felt good. Sam hadn't put her body through that much work in a long time. She reached for her usual, unscented bar of soap and hesitated. I wonder if she'd like it better if I used something that smelled girly.

Against her instinct, Sam grabbed one of Cat's half-dozen scented body washes. She scrubbed herself from head to toe, then borrowed some of Cat's scented shampoo and took care of her hair. By the time she turned off the hot water, she smelled more like Cat than she did herself…and surprisingly, she didn't mind it so much.

Sam wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom where she was greeted with the smell of cooking meat. Not just any meat, though.

This was bacon.

Sam hurried down the hall toward the kitchen. She found Cat in her little pink robe, her hair up in a messy ponytail. She stood next to the stove, throwing huge strips of thick-cut bacon onto a skillet. Sam's knees suddenly felt spongey.

"Are you making breakfast?

Cat turned and smiled. "Maybe. Maybe you should just go on back to bed and find out."

"Breakfast in bed!? How did I get so lucky?"

Despite her dark skin and red hair, Sam easily caught the flush of red in Cat's cheeks.

"Go on, get outta here. It was supposed to be a surprise."

"Fine, fine, I'm going."

"Oh! And I've got some exciting news to tell you. I meant to tell you days ago but—"

"You've been distracted."

"You get me."

As Sam began her retreat to the bedroom, the doorbell rang.

"Ding, dong," Cat said.

Sam chuckled to herself. "I'll grab it." She struck out toward the door and felt her towel shift. She grabbed it and tried to re-wrap it as she walked, not quite finishing as she reached the door. She pulled it open.

As Sam saw who stood there, she was reminded of Cat's observation about that intangible moment the night before, when they had left the apartment as friends but came back as a couple, and how everything looked and felt different. Sam was sure another one of those moments was upon them both.

Carly Shay stood at the door.

She hadn't aged a day. She wore a snug, low-cut black top and those hip-hugging jeans that had always driven Sam so crazy when they were younger. Her mile-wide smile was in full effect as she saw Sam.

"Surprise! I'm back."

Sam's body shook, and the towel—still partly unwrapped—fell. Carly's gaze fell with it.

"And you're…naked."

Sam didn't know what to do. She couldn't speak. She couldn't move. But she could throw her arms around Carly, and that, in the end, is what she chose to do.

Carly seemed confused. "Oh! And you're hugging me. While you're naked. Yay, this isn't awkward at all."

Carly's words snapped Sam back to the moment. She quickly backed away as her entire body seemed to glow red with embarrassment. She quickly snatched up the towel and wrapped it. "Sorry. I just…I wasn't expecting to see you there."

"Yeah, hence the word surprise," Carly said, her gorgeous smile slowly replacing the awkward confusion. "You smell like citrus. What has LA done to you?"

"Who is it?" Cat was calling from the kitchen.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed like Cat hadn't seen the hug, or the towel slip. She motioned for Carly to step inside. "Ummm…it's…"

There was a crash in the kitchen. Sam found Cat staring in shock, the skillet of bacon now on the floor in front of her. She knew just how Cat felt.

"Shut the fridge. It's iCarly!?"

Before Sam could answer, Carly waved to Cat. "Just Carly. No 'i'. That was just for the show." Sam watched as something clicked behind Carly's eyes. "Wait, don't I know you?"

"She was at that party where we met Tori Vega. The one at Keenan's house."

Recognition dawned, and Carly smiled warmly at Cat. "Oh, right! You sang with us. You have an awesome voice. I don't think I ever got your name back then."

Cat rushed in and stood close to Sam. Very close, with her arm around Sam's shoulder.

"I'm Cat Valentine. Sam's uh…well…" Cat leaned close to Sam and whispered, "What am I supposed to call myself now?"

"Whatever you want, Kitten," Sam whispered back. Cat glowed.

"I'm Cat and I'm Sam's incredibly awesome and adorable girlfriend."

Carly hid her look of surprise very well, but Sam had known her for too long. She saw right through it.

"Oh. Um, wow. That's…awesome? Jeez, you move to Italy for a few years and miss literally everything."

Sam cleared her throat. "Yeah. Um…it's a fairly recent development."

"Very recent," Cat chimed in. "My legs are still kind of spongey."

Carly's eyes widened and her cheeks glowed red. Sam broke in before anything further could be said. "Okay, I'm feeling kind of under-dressed here so I'm going to go get some clothes on."

"Kay, kay." Cat looked back at her mess on the kitchen floor. "I guess I'll throw that out and make some more."

"Don't you dare," Sam said. She leaned over as far as modesty would allow and took a few pieces. "I mean, make some more if you want but there's nothing wrong with this." Sam shoved the bacon into her mouth and groaned. "Delicious."

Carly shook her head. "Still eating floor meat. I guess not everything has changed."

Cat stepped forward, glaring hard at Carly. "Some things have." She gestured from her eyes to Carly, as if to signal she's watching her.

Carly glanced at Sam, wearing a confused smile. Sam shrugged and hurried back to the bedroom. This was going to be a whole lot of awkward.