Sorry for the crazy wait guy. On the bright side, this is apparently the longest chapter yet (only by a couple hundred) not sure how that happened. Anyways, thank you so much for the reviews! The last chapter got a few more than usual.

So this chapter, to be honest, doesn't have a whole lot going on. Just a bit of set-up/ filler after the big kiss. BUT I am the type of reader who tends to get bored really fast by this type of chapter so when writing, I tried to make it as interesting as I could by adding tons of cute/funny Seddie moments. I'm happy with how it turned out so I hope you guys enjoy it.

As usual, really pushing that T rating... but I'm sure you're all used to that by now.

- Love Bite -

"Do you need anything?" Sam asks Freddie before she heads over to the couch where he's already seated.

"Yea actually, can you get me a blanket please?" He asks her.

Sam takes the blanket from his air mattress and heads over to the couch. Freddie reaches for the blanket but instead of handing it to him, Sam tosses it out of his reach.

"I know something else that can warm you up," She tells him seductively as she sits close beside him on the couch, hugging him close to her and planting her lips firmly against his.

Freddie is slightly surprised but happily returns her affection, closing his eyes. She deepens the kiss by running her soft tongue along the entrance of his lips. Freddie parts his lips and allows her to explore the inside of his mouth while she inches her body closer to his. She throws her leg up and over his lap so that she's straddling his body. She puts her weight into his lap and sucks gently on his lower lip. Freddie holds Sam by the waist as she slowly rubs up and down on his hard groin. He groans at the movement, feeling unable to possibly focus on anything other than Sam right now. She continues to kiss him and rock her hips as he moans softly into her mouth. His hands trail up and down her body, starting at her thighs then making their way across her hips, her waist, and finally her ribs before trailing back down again, his fingers going under her loose cotton top to touch her smooth skin. She starts to grind her hips against his a little faster and Freddie reaches for the clasp on her bra.

"Freddie" Sam breathes between kisses.

"Freddie" she repeats again.

"Hmm?" Freddie mumbles against her lips.

"Freddie!" Sam says loudly.

Freddie opens his eyes to find Sam hovering over his bed with a confused expression. He was also aware of his painfully prominent arousal.

He jumps, "gah!"

He felt as if he would have had to clean up his bedsheets if Sam had waited another minute to wake him up.

"What the chiz were you dreaming about?" Sam asks. Freddie glances at her and realizes that from this angle he can easily see straight down her baggy t-shirt as she leans over the bed on the floor. He can see all her cleavage and her red bra. It doesn't at all help the situation he's currently trying to control just south of his waist.

"What? Who said anything about dreaming? I was… just remembering something that happened yesterday" He rants uncomfortably.

Sam shrugs, "You were... moaning."

Freddie gives a very obvious fake laugh, "that's dumb Sam."

He then gets up and is brushing past her to get to the washroom before she can even really register the fact that he's gotten up. Freddie was aware of how suspicious the whole thing probably seemed but he didn't have time to worry about that he had to take care of whatever was going on between his legs right now.

Freddie had taken a shower and was wiping the steam off of the mirror with a towel so that he could fix his damp and messy hair when he noticed it.

"SAM!" he hollered in annoyance.

Sam was in the living room watching TV when she heard him. Unconcerned with the clear frustration in his tone, she headed over to the closed bathroom door.

"What's up?" She asks him through the door.

Freddie whips the bathroom door open and pulls her inside by the arm before closing the door again, which was unnecessary because no one else was home, but that hadn't occurred to Freddie.

Freddie had nothing on except for a towel hanging from his hips. Sam didn't bother hiding the fact that she was staring at the sight of him and his lack of an outfit.

"What's the matter? Are you okay? You were moaning in your sleep and now in the shower…?" She asks. Damn the boy was fit. It was hard for Sam to pay attention to anything else.

Freddie blushes at her comment, "I… uh…. What?!" he insists, far too flustered by her to form a coherent sentence.

Sam just gives him an innocent-looking shrug.

"I didn't-…" Freddie trails off when he realizes that he can't finish that sentence without it sounding entirely false considering Sam had never mentioned what he may or may not have been doing. It also would have been a lie. Not that he wanted her to be aware of that of course.

Sam smirks at him a little, "Didn't what?"

Freddie huffs out a breath of frustration as he stares up at the ceiling, "Nothing, I'm fine" he mutters awkwardly. "That is, aside from the fact that you gave me hickeys!" He insists as he turns his head to show her the trail of dark purple and red splotches all over one side of his neck.

Sam's eyes widen in surprise and she laughs lightly, "Oh my god, Benson you bruise so easily."

"I have to video chat with a client today about his website updates! What am I supposed to do about- THIS?!" he motions over dramatically at the marks on his neck.

"Chill out I'll get you some makeup to cover it"

Sam opens one of the bathroom drawers. It's filled with an array of foundations. She perches herself on the bathroom counter and sifts through the foundations until she finds a bunch that may be the right colour. She takes Freddie's hand and starts testing the shades on the back of his hand.

"Why do you guys have so much makeup?" He asks.

"Because Cat likes to do people's makeup for the plays and performances and stuff that they have at Hollywood Arts, their fancy high school for performing arts."

"That's cool. Why didn't you apply for Hollywood Arts?"

"I have a criminal record," Sam says with a laugh as she takes a makeup wipe in one hand, Freddie's hand in her other and then starts wiping off the foundation she had been testing out on his hand.

"Yea but you co-hosted a really popular web show I bet they'd be willing to overlook it."

Sam shrugs, "Yeah I guess I probably should have applied but there isn't much point now."

Freddie nods in agreement and Sam pours some foundation on the back of her hand so that she can dab a makeup sponge into it.

"Good thing your mom isn't around to see this" Sam says with a light chuckle.

Freddie huffs in amusement, "Yeah, I didn't let you anywhere near my neck while we were dating because I was afraid of that"

Sam smirks and mocks him sarcastically, "Oh really? I thought that was because a tiny part of you was scared, I'd try to kill you."

"Whatever you want to tell yourself Princess Puckett" Freddie patronizes as she starts to dab the makeup onto his neck with her sponge.

"Nah, actually the real reason why I think you didn't let me near your neck is because it made you too horny" Sam teases him flirtatiously.

"Maybe we should see how horny it makes you before you make that claim" Freddie shoots back to her.

Sam's eyes widen slightly at Freddie's feisty confidence, "Damn, when did you grow a backbone?"

Freddie puts his hands on Sam's thighs and leans in close to her and the counter she's still sitting on. He stands in the space between her legs. "I don't know about backbones but I could show you a different bone that's growing."

Sam only manages to wait a second before bursting out into laughter. Freddie laughs too but blushes slightly.

Sam places her hand under Freddie's chin and brings him in for a short kiss. Her soft lips leave his far sooner than he would have liked.

"You want to show me that thing huh?" Sam questions as her fingers slide the slightest bit beneath the towel on his hips, knowing it would give him a strong reaction down there and make him all kinds of nervous. Sure enough, Freddie's core starts to swell from the touch and he feels his heart start racing but he tries to ignore it.

"Alright c'mon you, I've gotta do a skype interview in 20 minutes." Freddie insists as he pulls away from her and offers her a hand off of the counter, his other arm in an unnatural looking position across his pelvis, trying to cover himself down there since his towel wasn't doing much anymore. Although he wasn't sure what the point in covering it up really was. Maybe just a habit.

Sam rolls her eyes and ignores the hand to get down, "20 minutes? You wouldn't last more than 3."

Freddie's mouth gapes open in shock and he blushes but he still can't help from laughing at the comment, "SAM!" He snaps.

Sam gives him a playful smirk, punches his shoulder lightly, and then hops off the counter and leaves the bathroom.

"Organic traffic is up by 3% and bounce rate has decreased by 4%. I've also improved your Search Engine Optimization with keywords and meta tags and now I'm working on your WordPress plugins which will hopefully improve conversions."

Sam was mostly zoning out the boring nerd meeting that Freddie had been giving to one of his clients for the past 20 minutes. In the meantime, she had been amusing herself by playing Pac-Rat on her phone. But Pac-Rat had also gotten boring for her and the meeting didn't sound like it was anywhere near over yet so she decided she would go for a quick motorcycle ride. She stood behind the coffee table where Freddie's laptop was sitting and starting making motions to Freddie to let him know she was leaving. Freddie always did suck at charades though so he just gave her a baffled expression as she stood behind his laptop making motions.

Freddie's face only became more and more confused and soon he was making a baffled expression at her while clearly not looking at his client anymore. The man he was skyping interjected, "Freddie? Is there a problem?"

"Sorry Mr. Longbottom one second," Freddie said. He directed his attention to Sam now, "What is it, Sam?"

Sam just rolled her eyes, "I'm going for a motorcycle ride, be back in 30."

"Wait, Sam is with you?" Mr. Longbottom interrupts.

Freddie glances at him in surprise, "Uh… Yeah"

"Could I speak to her?"

Freddie glances up at Sam, who clearly looks a little nervous, she hesitates but shakes her head to indicate that she doesn't want to.

Freddie ignores it however because he knows she's being irrational. "Sure," He tells Mr. Longbottom.

Sam winces and sighs but reluctantly comes over to the camera.

She waves uncomfortably, "Hi Mr. Longbottom"

The middle-aged man smiles at her, "Hi Sam, my daughter was always a big fan of iCarly. I was wondering if you would be interested in promoting the product that I've been having Freddie here make me a website for. A celebrity endorsement is bound to do wonders. I would pay you of course."

"How much money are we talking here?" Sam asks.

Freddie rolls his eyes.

"$5,000" The man offers.

Sam smiles and shrugs, "Done. What do you need me to do?"

"Just show the product in use and then say how much you love it."

"Cool, so what's the product?"

"Wakin' Bacon. Its an alarm clock that cooks bacon for you"

"WHAT?!" Sam exclaims in excitement.

"I can't believe you've had a bacon alarm clock here with you this whole time and you never even told me about it" Sam protests.

Freddie sneers, "I can't believe you accepted the guy's lowest offer."

"What?" Sam insists.

"I bet he would have been willing to pay you way more than $5,000, your perfect for this product."

"Damn it! Why didn't you say anything?"

Freddie becomes defensive, "What was I suppose to say with him right there?"

Sam shrugs, "Whatever, so why did you bring all this stuff with you?" She was referring to Freddie's filming equipment.

"For this reason, so I can do my work. Now, where do you want to shoot this thing?"

Sam laughs a little at his question, "Wasn't that always your job nub?"

"No, You and Carly used to tell me where to film"

"No way, we would try to tell you but then you'd always whine about the lighting or the acoustics being off so we'd have to go somewhere else."

"Alright whatever, let's just do it in your bedroom." Freddie didn't realize the double meaning until he had said it.

Sam gives him a surprised expression followed by a flirty one to which Freddie just smirks slightly and rolls his eyes, his cheeks now feeling warm.

They go into Sam and Cat's room and Freddie starts setting up the bacon alarm clock beside Sam's bed so that he can get the perfect shot of it. Sam goes to her closet and starts sifting through her clothes.

"Hey Freddie, what should I wear?"

"I dunno, pajamas" Freddie sounds confused that she was even asking.

"Thanks for the input dork," Sam says sarcastically.

Freddie laughs a little, "Why are you asking for fashion advice from me?"

"Because Carly always used to pick out my clothes for shows and stuff." Sam defends.

"Oh right, sorry Sam. You could call her. She's probably done class by now"

"You know her schedule?" Sam tried to hide the accusing tone in her voice but Freddie was able to pick up on it anyways.

He smiles at her flirtatiously, "You jealous?" he teases.

Sam doesn't say anything, instead, she turns around and throws one of her sneakers right near Freddie's head, purposely missing it by just an inch or two.

"Jesus Sam! What's gotten into you?"

"You!" Sam shoots back.

"Oh, I'm inside of you?" Freddie jokes to her.

Sam glares at him, "No. And you won't ever be if you don't shut up."

"Alright Sam, seriously what's the matter?" He asks her as he walks over to the other side of the room, where she's standing beside her closet.

"Nothing" She tries to dismiss.

Freddie rolls his eyes at her poor cover-up, "Oh come on, talk to me."

"There's no point because I know you're just going to tell me what I want to hear" Sam snaps.

"You think that because I know Carly's schedule that I have more feelings for her than you?" Freddie offers.

Sam doesn't say anything, she just crosses her arms in front of her chest and looks away from him.

"Sam I remember everything there is to remember about you, I know your favourite colour is brown because it's the colour of gravy, I know you always wear two different coloured socks because you think its lucky, I know your favourite movie is Boogy Bear 2 The Return of Boogy Bear, I know your phone number off by heart, 225-746-7879, I know that you take your coffee with 3 sugars and one cream, I know you can sing really well but you never do it, and I know the important stuff, your fears, your passions, the things that make you tick. I know Carly's schedule because she's my friend and its convenient to know when the right time to talk to her is. But I know everything about you because I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for years. I get that you're afraid that I like Carly and I know that's my fault but please just trust me that you're the one I still think about every day and I would never do anything to hurt-"

Sam shuts him up by pressing her lips harshly against his and Freddie freezes for a second before relaxing into it.

"You talk too much sometimes." She says with a small smile, "Call Carly, it's been a while since we've talked to her."

Fun Fact: Freddie's 'nerd talk' to his client comes from my own profession, I do digital marketing.

Also is anyone confused about the extent of Sam and Freddie's physical relations yet? *wink*