**lol I'm such a tease. I really was expecting to get the sexytiems last chapter, but before I knew it it was coming to a close and there was nothing I could do about it but hope no one got too mad at me for it . Caffeine is a go, so story is a go!**

Freddie Benson had never wanted anything more in his life then this. Well other then living through this afternoon that is. But if he was fated to be taken by... what ever force was threatening them, then this would be first.

Sam, who was half laying half sitting not a foot from him was eying his bare chest like it was some sort of meaty snack. She wasn't even holding his shirt anymore, he idly wondered what had happened to it. A puzzle for another time perhaps. He was feeling dizzy again, his eyes tunnel visioning the blond , the rest of the room tilting wildly.

He scooted for ward slightly, hands trying to smooth out the wrinkles he made in the patterned fabric, he looked down at it, and half noticed that she'd also redirected her hungry gaze to the blanket covering the floor. He scrunched it up in his hand watching the shapes shift. Another hand joined his and they began pulling at it together. The unexpected shapes trying to send him a message.

It all fell into place. They both saw it, the heart in the sand. He knew it some how, that they could make a heart if they tried, a red beating chest heart. The music so low he could feel his beating heart in his rib cage striving to meet and connect with hers.

He reached out with his hand, or what he thought was his hand and put it squarely over her heart. He felt it. Had it always been there and he'd never noticed? Or was this some new invention she'd devised for torturing him? No, she'd been using it to torture him for a long time.

Bu bum.

Bu bum.

Her hair said nothing as she reached up and covered his heart with her hand. They were connected now. They had formed a sand heart and now they'd connected theirs. Like a live circuit her electricity, her energy flowed into him, the burn from her fingers before was nothing like the intensity that he felt now. It was melting a hole in his ribs, his flesh, if she just closed her fingers they would be around his heart and she could take it where she willed.

But did she will it?

He probed her mind with his.

"Freddweeb..."

It distracted him for just a moment, and then she was coming at him too fast. She was going to crash into him. But he couldn't look away. Her face crossed the gap between them her lips meeting his, their eyes almost touching. The fire was there too, on his lips.

The smoke triggered the alarm inside him, his lips parted so he could escape into her mouth. Her eyes closed as her mouth responded. His closed a few seconds later. Mind transported to their highest connection, he was there, on his tongue a small Freddie. He peered through the large fleshy portal into Sam and urged his platform forward, caressing the sides of their connection with his hands as he passed through. She was there on her tongue. They met again, standing this time, hands reaching for each other, mouths connecting.

And then he was there inside his smaller mouth riding the smaller tongue as it entered her mouth once again, more urgent this time. A smaller her joined him. They crushed their mouths together, battling.

And then he was smaller inside the inside, a recursive loop that he never wanted to leave. The warm wetness, the passion, dare he say it the love he felt, building the smaller he got.

Each time he found himself on a smaller tongue he pushed harder forward till they were falling, Slowly into the abyss. With a jolt he opened his eyes, all of his eyes and he was back on the floor with Samantha Puckett, on hand to her chest, one on her back and they were laying.

That must have been the bump he thought. He needed to get back into his mouth, but when he closed his eyes again the sensation didn't begin again. So he left them open, watching her face, eyes closed in concentration, brow slightly furrowed.

He was urgent, but more gentle then he had been when he'd been trying to get inside her. Lovingly he caressed and licked her mouth, her tongue, her teeth, her gums. Time stretched out like the music. They were stuck in the present while the world moved around them.

The music got hard again, bass picking up and from under him in seeming response Sam arched up against his body. The space between his larger and her smaller torso decreased till all he could feel was the sweet sliding of her fabric against his chest. Her hand still in between them raked through his skin and brushed his beating blood organ

The sound that came out of him surprised him, low and almost feral. She had him and he had to have her. Had to.

Following his baser instincts he broke off mouth contact and floated down her body. One hand still behind her back, he used his heart connecting hand to work her shirts up, the top a green blue pattern, the lower back and tight. He followed the cloth up with his face centimeters from her perfect white stomach.

He landed on the plain with no effort, her skin soft against him. He used his mouth to slowly climb her heights, nibbling a wet path across the valley. The tiny hairs brushing his lips like the softest mountain wild flowers. It was a long trek before he reached the valley walls, he gazed up to the cliffs of her rib cage above. Deep brown eyes wide.

How could he ever make it up that high. With a clumsy start he used his suction to start to ascend to the top.

He hadn't noticed it before but she had grabbed him, her hand helping him long. A divine hand showing him the righteous path.

Wet sucky kiss after wet sucky kiss he slowly made it over the edge. From this vantage point he could see her twin mountain peeks. They were covered with some sort of additional fabric. He couldn't quite make the connection between the covering and a bra, it was just too forgien.

He stood on the edge staring and the mountains heaved and rolled with Sams heavy breathing.

Suddenly his guide was gone and the whole world was moving, more so then before, and after a struggle to hang on the taunt fabric fell slack and then his guiding hand moved it away.

"Oh," Was the only sound he could make. The air here was too thin for too much talking.

The voice from the heavens spoke, "Like what you see, dork?"

"Yes," he breathed. They were perfect. Rounded and slightly flat from the gravity, a perfect curve for his assent. The tops were a light pink around the edges sharpening to a half stiff but darker pink point.

He used his tongue this time. Inching forward with each small lick. It was hard to hold on as she panted in further expectation. He reached the top and took a broad swipe with his tongue and she nearly screamed, he heard it as a sharp intake of breath run through her vocal cords.

It stirred more base urges in him and he licked again, this time with a stiffer and more pointed tongue. This time the sound came out as a moan. The flesh under his mouth hardening further.

Again and again he passed over the one nipple. Her cries driving him mad.

Suddenly a different sound came from father away. Still girly the sound confused him. The fog in his head parted as he comprehended exactly what it was, Carly.

It seemed she had found her way out of the curtain jungle and now was staring at them. He looked over, mouth still on Sams bare chest. Looking for all the world like a dog caught in the garbage.

"What?" He mumbled around Sams nipple.

"That's so gross you guys!"

With a surly and lust filled voice Sam responded for both of them, "Don't knock it till you try it Carls."

Carlys eyes still wide her mouth working like a fishes, she seemed to ponder the thought.

Mission: Sam Plateau Complete?