AN-So this oneshot is actually rated T. I don't think any of you actually mind, but I decided just to post this so you would know. Hope you like it!
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"New rule!" Carly said, rolling her eyes as she walked into the iCarly studio, finding Freddie and Sam cuddled up with each other, making out on a beanbag chair. "If you two are going to insist on making out when you're alone for three minutes, send me a text or something so I don't have to keep walking in on this!"
"Don't be such a baby," Sam said, pulling away from her boyfriend. "You should be used to it by now."
"Yeah, Sam and I have been dating for almost six months," Freddie nodded.
"I know that," Carly said. "But it's still a little awkward for me to just walk in here and see you two playing tonsil hockey! I mean, what if you had to keep walking in on me in your house making out with my boyfriend."
"You don't have a boyfriend, though," Sam pointed out.
"Yes thank you, I'm aware of that!" Carly snapped. "It was hypothetical!"
"She has a point," Freddie sighed, looking over at his girlfriend. "Maybe we should try and limit our make-out sessions when we're hanging out over here. It's not really fair to Carly."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Sam mumbled.
"Thank you," Carly smiled, handing each of them a bottle of iced tea. "Now can we get back to planning iCarly? I'm thinking we try and do another prank on Neville bit. Maybe we can call him over here and tell him we want to discuss his favorite types of flower arrangements, and then Gibby can-"
"Hey, wait a minute…" Sam said, cutting her best friend off. "Fredlump, didn't you say your mom was working a double shift at the hospital today?"
"Um yeah," Freddie nodded.
"So she'll be out of your apartment all day?"
"Pretty much."
"And T-Bo still has another five or six hours of work at the Groovy Smoothie, right?" Sam said slowly.
"Yeah," Freddie shrugged. "So?"
"So? You have a perfectly good empty apartment across the hall and you're saying so?" Sam exclaimed.
"But I don't get what you're-oh!" Freddie grinned.
"Exactly," Sam smirked. "So how about we go take advantage of that empty apartment?"
"Don't have to ask me twice," Freddie said, quickly jumping to his feet and pulling Sam to hers.
"So you're just going to leave me to make-out?" Carly frowned.
"Um…no?" Sam said. "We're gonna-gonna-"
"Oh just go," Carly sighed, shaking her head.
"Later Carls, we'll come back over to finish planning tonight," Freddie said as him and Sam rushed out of the studio.
"I should've seen this coming," Carly sighed.
…..
"I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier," Freddie said, hurriedly unlocking his front door and pulling Sam in. "I have an empty apartment and a hot girlfriend…seriously, baby, I need to get my head examined."
"We'll just have to make up for the lost time," Sam grinned, leaning up to place a deep kiss on his lips.
Freddie wrapped his arms around her waist and began to lead her over to the sofa, but frowned when he saw a plastic sheet covering it.
"What is that?" Sam frowned, pulling away from Freddie.
"Um, I guess my mom got a new covering for the couch," Freddie sighed. "I knew it was a bad idea to show her how to download that new Dirt Defiant app, she's been going around the apartment all week covering everything up."
"Well I'm not making out on a plastic couch," Sam said firmly.
"Do you wanna go out on the fire escape?" Freddie asked.
"Nah, it's raining," Sam said. She took Freddie's hand. "Let's just head into your room."
"My room?" Freddie repeated.
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Why? Do you not wanna?"
"No, no, I do," Freddie said quickly. "Come on."
They went back to Freddie's bedroom. Sam sat down on the corner of Freddie's bed. "Dude, nice sheets," she grinned. "The Proton Beamer things are a nice touch."
"Proton Cruisers," Freddie corrected her, sitting down next to her.
"Not helping yourself, baby," Sam said, lacing her arms around his neck. She began to kiss him again, but before she could get much further, Freddie broke away.
"What's wrong?" Sam frowned.
"Um…it's nothing," Freddie said.
"You sure?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm sure," Freddie said, leaning back down to kiss her. But the second his lips touched hers, he pulled away ago.
"Dude!" Sam said, giving him a strange look.
"I'm sorry!" Freddie said, running a hand through his hair. "This is-This is just too much pressure, okay?"
"What is? We're making out, like we do fifty times a day, according to Carly," Sam said. She put her arm around him. "What's wrong baby? Is-Is there something wrong with me?"
"No," Freddie said quickly. "No, you're fine. It's me…I just-we've never really done this before, Sam."
"Um, yes we have," Sam said.
"No, we never, you know, made out on a bed," he mumbled, blushing furiously.
Sam laughed. "What? Why's that freaking you out?"
"Because," Freddie said. "You know what kind of activities usually happen with couples on a bed. It's just a new situation, and-"
"Freddie, relax," Sam said, smiling. "We're just making out, and happen to be on your bed because your crazy mother took the couch out of the picture. It's perfectly possible for a boy and a girl with those feelings to kiss on a bed without taking it to the next level."
Freddie nodded. "Yeah…you're right Sam. Sorry, I-I was just being a nub."
"Don't worry," Sam said, moving closer to him. "I'm used to it."
The couple resumed kissing, but then Sam pulled away.
"Wait a minute," she said, looking a little uncomfortable. "Are you saying…Are you saying that you wouldn't want to do anything more than, you know, make-out?"
"I-I don't know," Freddie said lamely. "I mean…would-would you?"
"I asked you first," Sam said. She looked down at her lap. "I mean, you seemed pretty determined to make sure it didn't happen just a few minutes ago."
"No! Sam, I didn't mean that I didn't want-I just-" he stammered. He looked right at Sam. "Baby, believe me, I would definitely want to."
"Well then why were you freaking out about us just being on your bed?" Sam asked.
"Because," Freddie sighed. "I guess I just got scared."
"Well, glad to know the idea of you and me doing that terrifies you," Sam mumbled.
"Sam, it's not that," Freddie said gently.
"Well then what is it?" Sam asked.
"Look," he said. "It would be a big step for us…I think that if the two us were to have sex, then we would need to discuss it first."
Sam blushed. "Is that really necessary?"
Freddie nodded. "Yes. Sam, you're beautiful. You're hot and definitely sexy, and I would be lying if I told you I haven't thought about it, but you know that if we did do it, it would take our relationship to a whole different level, and I don't want to hurry you to that level until you're absolutely ready."
Sam looked up at him. "Well what about you? Are you ready?"
"Me?"
"Yes you!" Sam grinned. "Sex doesn't have to be just about the girl being ready, you know. You kind of have a part in it too." She took a deep breath. "I'm ready, Freddie. I've been ready. But I'm guessing since you've been playing off all the signals I've been sending you, you're-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Freddie said. "What signals? I haven't been getting any signals."
"Are you kidding me? I've been practically throwing myself at you!" Sam said. She thumped the back of his head. "Are you telling me you're such an oblivious nub that you didn't even pick up on that?"
"Well I'm bad with that kind of stuff, you should know that!" Freddie exclaimed. Then he lowered his voice. "So, um, you-you said you are ready?"
Sam nodded. "I love you. I've loved you every day out of the six months we've been together. Probably even longer. But, you know, like you said…we both need to be ready. So don't go thinking that you have to rush into anything if you're not-"
"Are you crazy?" Freddie said. "Sam, I love you more than anything in this world. And I'm-I'm ready to show you that. But I didn't know that you wanted to too."
"God, this is just like when we first got together," Sam chuckled. "We both had the same feelings, but didn't want to tell each other…"
"It's a bad habit of ours, I guess," Freddie smiled.
"Yeah," Sam said. Then she cleared her throat. "So, um, since-since we established that we both want to and we're both ready to, you know, take that step, and we have the apartment to ourselves, and we're already on a bed…wouldn't it sort of be the logical conclusion that we should…"
Freddie leaned down, kissing her deeply. "I like the way you think," he whispered seductively. He put his arms around her. "I love you."
"I love you too," Sam said softly.
