A/N: I'm really sorry for the long wait again. Bear with me for about two more weeks because the semester is almost over and then I'll have a month long break and I'll try to crank out the rest of this story.
So, the finale was really disappointing. But I haven't given up on Seddie. If anything, my disappointment just motivates me to read/write fic more because hey, someone's gotta fix Dan's stupidity, right? And at this point I like fic!Freddie much better and not whatever it is that Dan & co. have done to his characters. So please, other fic writers out there, I hope you guys haven't given up. I still need some good Seddie fic to read.
Lemon warning for the end of the chapter. It's, um, very M-rated. :)
Chapter Thirteen
Sam looked up as the door to her office was pushed open. Julie stood there in the doorway.
"Are you still here?" She asked sternly, her hands on her hips. "Don't you have a boyfriend and a baby to get home to?"
"I know, I know," Sam groaned, rubbing a hand over face. "And I want to go home, believe me. I'm just so behind on all of this." She gestured to the piles of paperwork on her desk.
Julie came in and sat down on the chair in front of her desk. "Can I help?"
Sam sighed. "You wanna add up all these numbers?"
Julie made a face. "I hate math."
"My feelings exactly."
"Okay, so maybe I can't help," Julie said. "But I do think you need someone to help out with this stuff."
"You know how I feel about trusting other people with money, Jules," Sam said, putting her face in her hands.
"You can't keep doing everything by yourself, Sam. Maybe it was working before but you have a baby now. You can't pull the all nighters here anymore that I know you used to."
Sam looked up sheepishly. "You knew about that?"
"You practically lived here," said Julie. "Of course I knew."
"I'm so behind on everything," Sam sighed and shuffled the papers in front of her.
"I think maybe you should get a business manager," Julie said. "Someone professionally trained in this stuff."
Sam frowned. "Maybe..."
"Is that Garrett a business manager of some sort? I thought that was maybe why he was coming around so much awhile ago."
Sam had to admit that she hadn't thought about Garrett in awhile. She had been so caught up in her new relationship with Freddie and her daily life with Charlie, that franchising the restaurant had been swept out of her mind. But now that she was faced with all of the backed up work at the restaurant, Sam knew that it was time to get back to reality.
"No. His company wants to franchise Gibby's and he's been trying to sell me on it."
Julie's eyes widened. "Franchising?"
"I'm not going to do it," Sam said quickly.
"Why?"
"Because it's selling out. You don't think it's a good idea, do you?"
Julie shrugged. "From a small business standpoint, probably not. But it could be really good for you."
"It's not just about me though," Sam argued. "It's about all of you and about Charlie."
She sighed. "The only reason I'm even considering this is because of Charlie. If I do this, she would be set, Jules. I won't have to worry about how to pay for her school, soccer clothes, ballet clothes, whatever she wants to do...I could send her to college, or she could travel around Europe if she wants, become a gypsy, a clown...I don't know. I just want her to have what she wants. I want her to have..." she trailed off, gazing at the wall.
"What you didn't have?" Julie finished gently.
Sam nodded. "She's going to have more, Jules. She's not going to be like me or like Melanie. She'll have more than us, she'll have everything."
"Have you talked to Freddie about this?"
Sam rubbed her forehead. "No."
"Why not?"
"I just...I'm not sure if I'm going to do it yet. And I don't want him to try to convince me one way or another. I mean, I haven't even told Gibby yet and he's my partner in this."
"Well, whatever you decide, I'm sure you'll make the best choice and I'll back you on whatever you want to do."
Sam smiled. "Thanks, Jules."
"Now go home to your man!"
Sam got home to Freddie sitting on the couch, his Pearbook on his lap.
"Hey," he greeted her.
"Hey," Sam said, dropping her bag and falling onto the couch next to him, melting into his side. Freddie wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Did you get your work done?"
"Not even close," she sighed. "Is Charlie asleep?"
"Yeah. I put her down hours ago."
Sam nodded tiredly. "What are you doing?"
"Just revising a paper that I have to turn in tomorrow. I'm done now," he said, closing his laptop and leaning forward to place it on the coffee table. When he moved back he wrapped Sam in both of his arms and she contentedly nuzzled her face into his neck. His warmth and smell made the stress of the day melt away.
"I talked to Carly earlier. She said that she can come over tomorrow to watch Charlie when I go to the restaurant for the meeting. I just need to be back by four because she has a class at four-thirty."
"Mm-hmm..." Sam mumbled into his chest.
"Sam? Are you asleep?"
He got no response and looked down to see Sam asleep on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and carefully rearranged her so that he could get up and lift her onto his arms. He knew that she was really tired when her eyes briefly opened but she made no protest to being lifted in the air, bridal style. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck and Freddie carried her into their bedroom.
Freddie loved walking into Gibby's. It was such a warm and welcoming environment, filled with happily eating and chatting patrons, and Freddie couldn't help but feel so proud of Sam every time he stepped into this place.
"Hi Freddie," Abby greeted him. "Are you here for a table or to see Sam?"
"To see Sam," he said.
"I think she's in the kitchen right now but you can wait in her office."
"Okay, thanks Abby."
"Charlie's not with you?" She asked.
"No. Carly is watching her at home."
Abby's face fell a little but she was distracted by customers coming in and Freddie made his way to Sam's office. It was empty, which wasn't surprising considering that he was twenty minutes early. He didn't want to bother Sam while she's working in the kitchen so Freddie sat down in her chair to make himself comfortable for the wait.
He spun around a little until he got bored of it. A picture frame sitting next to Sam's computer and partially concealed by a stack of papers caught his eye. He lifted it up and smiled when he saw that it was a picture of Sam, Charlie, and him taken by Carly at Charlie's one month party. He put it back carefully and couldn't help but notice all of the accounting paperwork that Sam had laid out on her desk. She had several Excel spreadsheets printed out and he was amazed at how intricate her accounting work really was. These numbers didn't even make sense to him and he had always been the math genius of their group.
His eyes wandered and found a paper set aside with Sam's messy handwriting scratched all over it. At the top it said "Franchising" and it was divided by pro and con columns. Freddie knew that he shouldn't snoop but he had no idea that Sam was still seriously considering this. And so far the pro column outnumbered the con.
The door opened and Sam walked in. Freddie hastily dropped the paper back onto the desk but it was too late, Sam had seen him with it.
"You're early," she said.
"Carly came by early so I thought I might as well come here." He smiled forcefully.
She crossed her arms. "So that you could sit at my desk and snoop around?"
"That's not what I was doing. Okay, maybe a little," he conceded. "But I didn't mean to. And what's this?" He held up the franchising paper.
Sam shrugged. "I'm sure you can read."
"You're really going to franchise Gibby's?" He asked incredulously.
"I don't know. I'm thinking about it."
"Sam, you hate franchise restaurants. You never eat at them if you can help it and now you're...you're..."
"I'm what?"
"You're selling out!" He exclaimed. "All of the hard work you put into this place and you're just going to let a big company take over? Why would you think this is a good idea?"
Sam bristled. "You're right, I did put a lot of hard work into this place and that's why this is my decision. This isn't something I would do if I had a choice but I have to think about the future, about putting Charlie through school and college. I won't raise her the same way I was. She'll never have the heat turned off on her in the middle of winter, she'll never have to share a slice of bread with the cat because there's no goddamn food in the house, she won't have to steal lunch money from nerds or swipe from her friends. If she wants a bike or a trampoline or a pony then dammit she'll have it. She'll have ten of each for all I care. If I do this then I can give that to her."
Tears had sprung to Sam's eyes in the middle of her spiel and she was breathing hard from the passion of her rant. Freddie knew that Pam wasn't the most responsible mother but he had no idea how bad Sam's home life really was. His heart clenched painfully at the thought of Sam starving at home and how he had always given her a hard time for eating Carly's food and taking money from him when they were younger. He had grown up seeing Sam as this tough and strong girl, even as they got older and he got to see Sam's softer and vulnerable side, he hadn't realized how much she still kept from him.
He stood up and walked over to her, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
"Sam, Charlie will have everything," he assured her. "She'll want for nothing."
"That's why I have to do this."
"No, you don't. Sam, have you ever thought about the fact that you don't have to do this alone? I have some savings and I have an income. I can help you."
Sam wrapped her arms around herself and stepped away from him. "There were plenty of guys that told my mom that," she muttered.
He looked at her incredulously. "Are you comparing me to the slimey, deadbeat guys your mom has dated?"
"No! It's just...If I've learned anything from my mom, it's that I shouldn't depend on other people for money."
"So are you saying that I can live with you and I can be called Charlie's dad, but I can't contribute money to her education?"
Sam sighed. "It's just that I don't want money to be there one minute and gone the next. I've had that happen, Freddie. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I want to be one hundred percent sure..."
"Why would the money be gone? It's not like I'm going to gamble it away like ninety five percent of your mom's boyfriends have..."
"If you leave then the money goes with you, doesn't it?" Sam said in frustration.
This time it was Freddie who backed away, putting more distance between them. "So it's back to that, is it? You still don't believe me when I say I'm not going to leave, that I'm really in this."
"I want to believe you," Sam said tiredly. "It's just that I can't take any chances with Charlie."
"Then how is this going to work?" He asked. "I can pay half the rent on the apartment but I can't contribute to a savings account for Charlie? I can buy her diapers but I can't set up a college fund for her? What about when you get custody of her, will I ever get to sign co-guardian papers or am I just 'dad' in title only?"
Sam rubbed her forehead. "I don't know Freddie. I haven't thought that far ahead."
"Yes, you have. If you've thought about selling your restaurant to put Charlie through college then you've thought ahead. You've just never put me in the picture."
Sam's eyes flashed. "Look, not everything can be about you! I made it clear when we started this that Charlie is my first priority and I have to look out for her. So I'm sorry if I'm not picturing rainbows and puppies and happily ever after, I have to live in the real world! And if there's anything I've growing up, it's that I have to depend on myself."
"Then what are we doing, Sam? Why am I even here?"
"I didn't ask you to come into our lives! Charlie and I were doing perfectly fine without you being there and making us depend on you..."
"Fine? You were a mess, Sam! You were going to quit school if I hadn't stepped in-"
"So now I owe you?"
"That's not what I'm saying! Why can't you, for once, just admit to needing someone? Why do you have to do everything on your own?"
Freddie didn't know how their fight had devolved into a screaming match but there they were, standing on opposite sides of the room and yelling at each other like they were sixteen and dating for the first time again. Except they weren't fighting about something stupid like who's mom was crazier, they were fighting about something that mattered. If Sam couldn't accept him as a permanent part of her and Charlie's life then why was she even in a relationship with him? It was the question that was foremost in his mind but that he was terrified to ask. So he'll yell something else at her, anything else, to avoid what might be the inevitable conclusion of this fight.
Freddie didn't know how long they stood there yelling at each other but they probably wouldn't have stopped if the door to the office hadn't opened and Spencer walked in. Sam and Freddie stopped shouting, looking at each other and breathing hard. Spencer looked between them.
"Okay," he said, trying to diffuse the tension in the room. "This isn't my apartment and last I checked, we haven't gone back in time four years. What's going on guys?"
"Nothing," they both said.
"Alrighty then..." said Spencer, looking uncomfortable as Sam and Freddie stared each other down. "I'll just go to the kitchen..."
"No, stay," Sam ordered. "Ted and Mrs. Benson should be here any minute now."
And right on cue, Principal Franklin and Freddie's mom walked in behind Spencer.
"Hello Spencer, Sam," Mrs. Benson said. "Freddie!" She walked over and hugged him.
"Hey mom," Freddie said, hugging her back.
He met Sam's eye and they silently agreed to act normal and postpone their argument until after the meeting.
Even as angry as he was, Freddie could admire Sam's professionalism and how in control she was. Watching her speak, you'd never know that she was only twenty years old and still working towards her degree. She seemed to have this business down pat and Freddie could see how Principal Franklin glowed with pride while watching Sam make a presentation of the restaurant's expenses and profits for the past month. When she finished, Freddie talked about the website and showed them the preliminary designs. He tried to act as normal as possible but he could see his mom watching him carefully and looking between him and Sam.
Finally the meeting was over and they said their goodbyes to Principal Franklin, Spencer, and his mom. Freddie stood by the door and looked at Sam as she settled in behind her desk.
"I should get home," he said. "I don't want to make Carly late to her class."
Sam nodded, fixing her attention to her paperwork.
"I'll see you later?"
"Sure Frederly," she said distractedly, not even looking up at him.
Freddie sighed and closed the office door. His head hurt and he felt bone tired as he walked home.
Sam could feel a headache coming on. She rubbed her forehead tiredly as the words on the papers before her blurred together. She should probably call it a night but she dreaded going home. She wasn't eager to get to round two of her and Freddie's fight. She didn't understand why he couldn't see things from her point of view. Its not that she didn't trust him, it's just that when it came to money and Charlie she had to be completely one hundred percent sure. And in Sam's experience, the only way to get to one hundred percent was by relying on herself.
She pushed away from the desk and raised her arms to stretch them. She might as well go home and get it over with. As she stood up and put on her coat, Sam tried to convince herself that this was for the better. Freddie would be free of his obligation to them and Charlie would be too young to remember that for a little while she had a dad. Sam felt a pang in her chest, the thought of losing Freddie almost too much to bear. But she had to do what was best for Charlie. That was the thought that Sam carried with her as she headed home.
Freddie tried not to look at his watch again. He knew the minutes hadn't passed since he checked twenty seconds ago. But it was nearing nine and Sam wasn't home yet. He tried not to be that guy, the one that had to know where his girlfriend was at all times and who freaked out if she came home a little late. He knew that Sam was really busy at the restaurant and so he hasn't been saying anything about all the late nights she's been pulling for the past week. Charlie has been getting restless and it was starting to take more time to get her to sleep, she wasn't used to her mom not being there for bedtime. But still Freddie kept silent, not wanting to add to Sam's stress. But now that he knew that she was considering selling out her restaurant just to have more money that she wouldn't need if she just factored him into her life...Well, Freddie was tired of walking on eggshells, too afraid to say or do anything that might make Sam kick him out or reconsider their relationship. He was all in this and he had to know that she was too.
He closed the door to Charlie's room, finally secure that she was fast asleep and that she would stay that way for most of the night. He planned to clean up in the living room a little when he heard the front door close and walked out of the hallway to see Sam lethargically taking off her coat.
"Charlie's asleep," he said.
"Good," Sam replied, hiding a yawn behind her hand.
"About earlier..."
"Look, Freddie, I'm really not in the mood to fight tonight."
"I think we should discuss this." He went over to the coffee table and picked up a small pile of papers and handed it to Sam. "I was saving this for Charlie's first birthday."
Sam read through it and looked up at Freddie. "A savings fund?"
"For college or whatever she wants to do when she turns eighteen. My dad set up one for me when I was a baby and it's paying for my school now. The amount in it is set, neither you or I can touch it except to make deposits."
Sam sank down onto the couch. "Freddie, this is too much money. I can't accept it."
"Well, tough. It's not for you. The money is for Charlie and I want her to have it, no matter what. Listen," he said when he saw Sam about to protest. "I was raised by a single mom and I know that it's hard having to do everything by yourself. My dad died young and unexpectedly but he was a guy that always planned in advance and was prepared for everything, including his own death. And because of that my mom and I have been able to live comfortably and I get to go to college now with no problems. I want to be that kind of guy. You and Charlie are my family and even though you're hardworking and independent and I'm sure you could do all of this on your own if you had to, I want to provide for you. I know you're scared, I know that life experience has taught you that you shouldn't depend on anyone. But I think you should know by now that I'm not like that. We can't keep going on like this, Sam. You have to trust that I'm not going to leave and I can't keep being scared that you're going to push me away. I'm all in this, Sam. You're it for me. I want to marry you someday, I want Charlie to be my daughter legally, and maybe possibly one day give her some siblings. That's what I want. What do you want, Sam?"
Sam stood up and paced, wringing out her hands.
Freddie looked at her worriedly. "Sam?"
"That-that's a lot to take in, Freddie. Get married? We haven't even been back together for that long!"
"I don't mean get married tomorrow. Just one day, in the future."
"I-I can't...I have to think..." She grabbed her jacket and put it on.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"I don't know. I just need to get out of here. I need to think!"
"Wait, Sam!" Freddie called but she was gone. Dammit, what had he done?
Freddie knocked on the door of his mom's apartment urgently. He had to go after Sam and he had a pretty good idea of where she would be but first he needed to take care of Charlie.
His mom came to the door in her robe and her hair mussed from sleep.
"Freddie?" She said. "What's wrong?"
"I need you to watch Charlie for a few hours." He rolled the stroller into the apartment. "Maybe until morning."
His mom looked flabbergasted. "But why?"
"I know it's a lot to ask last minute, but I just got back her to sleep after changing her diaper so she shouldn't give you any trouble through the night. Everything she needs is in her bag; extra diapers, bottles and formula, her favorite pacifier..."
"Freddie." His mom grabbed his shoulders. "Slow down. Why do you need me to watch the baby? Did something happen with Sam? Is she alright?"
"She's fine. I mean, not fine. She's upset but she's fine physically." Freddie took a deep breath. "We had a fight. A pretty bad one. And she ran out of the apartment and I have to go after her. I have to fix this."
"Why don't you sit down for a few minutes," Marissa soothed. "I'll make you some lukewarm tea."
"I don't have time for tea, Mom! I have to go talk to Sam."
"How long ago did Sam leave?"
Freddie looked at his watch. "Almost an hour ago."
"And do you know where she is?"
"I'm not completely sure but I have a good idea of where she would be."
"Well, then. Give the girl some time to cool down and think. And you need to calm down yourself." Marissa sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. "Why don't you sit down for a few minutes and talk to me?"
"Mom," Freddie protested, feeling aggravated that she wasn't grasping the urgency of his situation. "I don't have time to talk-"
"Fredward Karl Benson," his mom chided. "I know you think you're such a big man now, living on your own and raising a child. But I am still your mother and you will listen to me when I say sit down because I want to have a serious conversation with you."
Freddie hung his head, feeling cowed, and sat down next to his mother.
"What did you and Sam fight about?"
Freddie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I guess I got upset that it still feels like she's not fully letting me in. She's been thinking ahead about Charlie's future and how much it will cost to raise her and put her through school and she's just shouldering the weight of all of that herself. She hasn't even talked to me about it or considered the fact that I could help. It's like she's still expecting me to leave even though I've told her repeatedly that I won't. It feels like she doesn't trust me."
Marissa was silent for a few minutes as she processed all of this. When she finally spoke, it was something that Freddie definitely didn't expect to hear.
"I have to say, I understand where Sam is coming from."
Freddie gaped. "You're taking her side?"
"This is not about taking sides, Fredward." Marissa frowned at him. "It's just, I'm a single mother and I know how hard it is to let someone into your child's life. I was devastated when your father died. I thought I would never get over it and that I would never love again. And to be honest, I will never love anyone the way I loved your father. But time...time is a funny thing. It passes and the pain you lived with everyday starts to pass in waves. In such small increments that you don't even notice until one day you find the pain isn't fully gone but it's something that you can live with. Something that you barely notice for the most part. I found myself entertaining the idea of moving on. I can't love the way that I did with your dad but maybe I could love someone in a different way."
"But you never dated anyone. Well, other than Lewbert." He made a disgusted face and practically spat out the name.
Marissa smiled. "Oh, I dated. Just never anyone that you knew about. Every time I thought about introducing someone to you...Well, I couldn't do it. I couldn't bear the thought of you getting attached to someone and then losing him. When you're a mother, your child's well being and happiness comes above all else. It's not something that you even have to think about, it's just the way it is."
"I get that. I know that Sam wants to put Charlie first, I do too. That's why I want to help in anyway that I can but she's not letting me!"
"Mothers are very proud, Freddie. When it comes to our children, we want to be in control. I think that's doubly so for Sam, considering the upbringing that she had and her absentee parents."
"I know that it's hard for to trust and to relinquish control. But is it too much to ask for to try?" Freddie asked desperately.
"You can't rush these things, Freddie. It's not going to happen overnight. And if you're serious about sticking around for the long haul then this shouldn't worry you. You have time. Let Sam come around on her own."
Freddie leaned back against the couch. "There's more," he admitted reluctantly.
"More that you fought about?"
He nodded. "We fought about all of that earlier this afternoon. But I said something that sent her running just now. I told her that I want to marry her someday and that I want to have more kids with her. You know, in the future," he added hurriedly.
"Oh Freddie," Marissa said pityingly.
"What? What's so bad about that?" He asked defensively. "It's the truth. It's how I envision our future. Is it so bad to want her to know that? Especially since she's so convinced that I'll leave?"
"Sometimes promises are hard to hear. Especially for someone like Sam who's had so many people go back on their promises to her."
"I intend to keep my promise," Freddie said firmly.
"I know you do. I expect nothing less of you. But you really have to think about this. It's a huge commitment to make."
"Mooom..." Freddie groaned. "We've been over this already."
"You're still so young, Freddie." Marissa continued. "I'm just worried that you're leaping into this too fast."
"I've loved Sam for a really long time, Mom. She's the one, I know it. And come on, you weren't that much older than I am now when you married Dad!"
Marissa looked away. "I suppose you're right. And I suppose..." she said slowly and grudgingly. "You could do worse than Sam."
Freddie grinned for the first time that day. "What was that, Mom? Did you just compliment Sam Puckett?"
"Well, I suppose she has grown into a responsible young lady, with how well has done with the restaurant and all..."
"Admit it, Mom. Sam's grown on you."
"Well." She stood up huffily and walked to Charlie's stroller, where she peered down at the sleeping baby and began to fuss with her blankets.
"Don't think I haven't noticed how buddy buddy you two have gotten. You probably consider her a daughter already," Freddie teased.
"If she's the mother of my granddaughter then she might as well be," Marissa said.
"Mom." Freddie stood up, his face glowing. Marissa turned around only to find herself completely engulfed in her son's arms.
"You're a grandma, Mom," he said into her shoulder. "And I'm a dad..."
Marissa found tears springing into her eyes as she hugged her baby boy tightly. Except he really wasn't her baby anymore.
"You should find Sam now," she said, letting him go and wiping her eyes.
Freddie nodded. "You'll watch Charlie?"
"Of course. You can come and get her in the morning. Go and work things out with Sam."
"Thanks, Mom. I love you."
"I love you too. Now go!" She shooed him.
There were a couple of places where Sam could be but Freddie had a hunch that he decided to follow.
Gibby's was closed for the night so Freddie took out his spare key that Sam had given him when he moved in with her and went into the side entrance by the dumpster.
The restaurant was completely quiet but the hallway was lit up and Freddie could see that Sam's office door was open a tiny fraction. He knocked and pushed the door open. Sam looked up at him from behind her desk looking exhausted and not at all surprised to see him.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey."
He walked in and sat down in the chair across from her.
"Freddie, I'm not in the mood to-" She stopped suddenly. "Where's Charlie? Did you just leave her at the apartment?"
"No! I didn't leave her! Sam, what do you think I am? I took her to my mom's. She's sound asleep."
Sam settled back down but still scowled at him. "You left her with your mother? She'll be scrubbed raw from tick baths by morning!"
"Well, it's too late to bother Carly or Spencer and come on, give up the act. I know you trust my mom. Don't act mad about this just to avoid what we really need to talk about."
Sam rubbed her forehead. "It's a lot to take in, Freddie. I feel like I'm still getting used to having Charlie and you're there, living with me and talking about marriage and more kids...I'm just twenty! And so are you."
"I know. Believe me, I know. What I said earlier...I didn't mean tomorrow or even the near future. I just meant someday because I do think about these things. I want to be a part of your life and a part of Charlie's life because I'm not going anywhere."
"If I take money from you, I'll feel like I'm depending on you," Sam said honestly. "And I don't like depending on anybody."
Freddie stood up and walked around the desk, stopping in front of Sam's chair, his body in between her and the desk.
"Do you trust me?"
Sam looked up at him, her expression was unreadable and she was silent for a few seconds that stretched out into hours in Freddie's mind.
"Yes," she whispered finally.
Freddie smiled and took her hands, pulling her up and wrapping his arms around her waist. Sam's arms came up around his shoulders.
"At least my heart does," she qualified. "My head wants to run in the other direction."
"I can work with that," Freddie said. "I think I can win your head over eventually."
He kissed her temple and Sam's eyes closed, a little sigh escaping her lips.
"If you really want to franchise the restaurant then do it. I mean, look at the amazing job you've done with it so far. Far be it from me to doubt your judgement, especially when I know nothing about this stuff. But please, don't do it just because you feel you have to. Raising Charlie will be expensive, I know. But we'll figure it out." Freddie leaned back so that he could look into her eyes. "I can't promise you a lot of things, like that we'll never fight or that I'll be a good dad, or even that I'll always be around because, well, look at my dad. He never planned on leaving me and my mom but sometimes horrible things just happen. But I can promise that I'll never leave you in the lurch like your dad did, or your mom's countless boyfriends have. Everything that you said you want for Charlie, I want it too. So let me help you give it to her."
Sam nodded. "Okay," she whispered, leaning her forehead against Freddie's.
"Okay," he whispered back. His lips brushed hers gently, barely grazing them. Sam opened her eyes and looked up at him and he could see the desire pooling there in the blue depths, inflaming his own.
Sam grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to her, their lips colliding with force and intensity. Freddie wrapped his arms around her, his hands running up and down her back, pressing their chests tightly together. Her tongue pushed against his own and he pushed back, not giving in and letting her have the upper hand like he usually did. Not this time.
They had to pull back for air and Freddie took the opportunity to attack her neck, kissing and sucking. Sam moaned and threw her head back, giving him free access to her pulse point. Freddie's hands wandered up her shirt, feeling the soft, silky skin of her back, stopping just below her bra strap.
"Freddie..." Sam murmured, pulling away, and frantically unbuttoning his shirt. She was pushing it off his shoulders when little bit of common sense penetrated the haze of lust in Freddie's head.
"Here?" He asked.
"Everyone's gone," Sam said, still panting a little.
"No one's gonna come back?"
"Would you go back to your workplace in the middle of the night?"
"Well, you never know...Someone could have forgotten something-"
He made an "Oomph" sound as Sam pulled him in by his neck and crashed her lips against his, effectively shutting him up. Freddie stopped protesting.
He pulled her shirt off of her and turned them around, trapping Sam between his body and the desk. This surprised her enough to give him the upper hand and Freddie took full control of it, deepening the kiss and palming her breasts.
San had one hand gripping his hair and one hand scratching at his back. He pressed his lower body into hers, his erection grazing her hip and Sam moaned. Freddie knew what she wanted, she didn't have to tell him. He could feel it in the way she kissed, the way she responded to his dominance. Sam wanted it rough, fast, and passionate. And he was prepared to give it to her.
Freddie pushed the straps of her bra down her shoulders, his lips trailing kisses down her neck until he reached the full, supple mounds that he loved so much. He cupped one in his hand and placed hot, wet kisses all over it, avoiding the stiff peak in the center that was begging for his attention.
"Freddie..." Sam moaned, her back arching back as she propped her hands behind her on the desk. "Please..."
He took the peak into his mouth and sucked while his other hand came up and kneaded the other breast. After a few minutes, he switched sides and quickly unhooked her bra, letting it fall away and giving him full access to her glorious breasts. Freddie reveled in the way Sam writhed and moaned under his ministrations. But the pressure of his pants confining his now achingly hard dick was becoming too much and he knew he'd have to move this along soon.
Fortunately Sam had the same idea as she pushed him off her and started unbuttoning his pants. He quickly helped her, pushing his pants down his legs and bending down to take them off along with his shoes. When he stood back up he saw Sam removing her own jeans and shoes, leaving her clad in front of him in only her panties. Freddie grabbed her, not being able to stand another second away from her lips. His hands tangled in her hair and their bare chests pressed together as their tongues tangled.
He could feel Sam trying to climb backwards onto the desk and Freddie quickly turned her around instead so that her back was pressed against his chest. He gathered up her hair and pushed it over one shoulder as he licked and nibbled and her ear, making his way down to her neck.
"Is this alright?" He asked, his voice husky and deep with the desire he felt and he could feel Sam shudder.
"Yes. Fuck yes," she said, leaning forward and pushing her ass onto his groin.
He groaned and reached around to rub her through the soaking wet fabric of her panties. He rubbed circles on her clit and Sam moaned and put her hand over his, increasing the pressure. Freddie growled into her neck and roughly peeled off her panties, quickly pulling them down and off her legs. He returned to her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion as Sam cried out and fell forward onto the desk, catching herself on her arms. She moved her hips in time with his hand.
"Freddie...Freddie please..." She begged.
He knew what she was begging for but he wasn't ready to give it to her quite yet. He moved his fingers down, coating them in her arousal, and plunged two in her tight, wet heat. Freddie groaned into her shoulder as he felt her contract around his fingers, his cock twitching as he imagined how it felt to be buried inside her. He used his thumb to rub her clit while he crooked his fingers inside her, finding that special spot.
Sam screamed and clutched the edge of her desk, knocking several things off in the process, as she contracted around him, soaking his hand in her wetness. Freddie continued to rub her as she came down from her high, his touch light and gentle compared to just a few minutes before. Sam turned her head to look at him and Freddie leaned forward to kiss her.
His cock pressed into her ass as they kissed and Sam turned her hips in a circular motion, making Freddie moan into her mouth.
"Sam, I need..." He started to turn her around but she held fast onto the desk.
"No. I want you inside me just like this," she said.
"Fuck," Freddie groaned. How many times had he sat in this office and imagined bending her over the desk. He needed to get in her before he exploded at just the thought.
He stood up and pushed his boxers down, quickly stepping out of them. Sam arched her back up, waiting for him to fill her. Freddie lined up his cock beneath her pussy, not going inside her yet but grinding against her clit, and coating himself in her wetness. She was so hot and ready for him, it was taking all of Freddie's self-control to tease her a little more.
"Freddie!" She screamed.
"What do you want, Sam?" He asked.
"I want you inside me," she gasped. "NOW."
"Alright."
He pressed himself against her entrance, plunging all the way into her in one stroke, making Sam scream and clutch the desk so tightly he could see her knuckles turning white.
As soon as he felt her silky, smooth wetness surrounding him, Freddie lost all self-control. He plunged in and out, taking delight in Sam's moans and the way she pushed back against him.
"God, Sam, you're so tight this way," he grunted, leaning forward to kiss down her spine, licking at the perspiration gathered there.
"You're so big like this," she moaned. "Freddie...Freddie!"
Fuck, he definitely wasn't going to last long like this. He was clutching her hips tightly as he moved in out of her and he moved one hand beneath her to rub at her clit.
Sam screamed and clenched tightly around him as her body shook. The tightness around his cock made him explode and he pressed his hips into her, plunging in completely as he released inside her, making her shudder and moan even more.
Freddie gasped and panted as he laid over Sam's back, pressing her onto the table. After a few minutes he gathered himself enough to shakily stand up, pulling out of her as Sam whimpered at the loss. He gathered her in his arms and shaking fell back onto her chair, Sam on his lap.
He couldn't even speak, he was still breathing so hard. And Sam wasn't doing much better. He laid his forehead on her shoulder and Sam stroked his hair. They sat there quietly until they regained their breaths. Freddie lifted his head.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi." Sam smiled.
"So...make up sex...I have to say, I'm a fan. Definitely a fan."
Sam giggled and swatted at his arm. "If we'd done this years ago, we wouldn't have broken up."
"No," he said seriously. "We wouldn't have."
She noticed the change in mood and stopped laughing. "Freddie..."
He didn't feel like rehashing the past and they really didn't need to. The past was the past and everything that happened led them here. Freddie wouldn't change what they have now for anything.
So he leaned forward and kissed her, telling her all of this without saying a word.
When they pulled away he pressed his forehead against hers.
"My mom agreed to watch Charlie until morning," he said. "We have the apartment to ourselves tonight."
"Then what are we still sitting here for, Frederly?" She stood up and tugged on his hand. "Let's go!"