Chapter 16: The Lovers

Disclaimer: "Hello, ladies. This is Johnny Hardiron. You might know me from such films as Deep and Exposed, volumes twelve through nineteen, Pumping (Hard)iron, and Summer Camp Suckers and Fuckers. Take a look at your man. He doesn't possess the magnificent nine inches you see before you. But you can own it, with this replica-hand me the box, Gibby-approved by Johnny Hardiron himself. I might not own iCarly, but I can own you. All. Night. Long."

Note: Mostly sex. Just warning ya.

"Will you love me?"

"Yes," he said and kissed her. He put his hands on her face, cupping her cheeks. As he kissed her, he guided her to the bed, placing her gently on it.

"Freddie?" she said, looking up at him.

"I want to look at you," he said, and she blushed, but she made no attempt to cover herself. He trailed his finger from her forehead, running them down her face, over her neck, her breasts, her stomach, barely glancing through her pubic hair, and down the length of her legs.

"Are you going to make out with me, or do you want to take a picture?" she asked, her blush even darker.

"Can I?" he asked, grinning.

"Freddie." He bent down and kissed her. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. She reached down for the bottom of his shirt and, breaking the kiss, pulled it over his head. Resuming the kiss, he pushed his shoes off one at a time. Sam pushed his already unzipped pants down, and he stood up to shake them off, pulling his socks off as he did so. Sam turned on her side, facing him as he got back on the bed.

"Freddie?"

"Yeah?" He put his hand on the smooth curve of her hip.

"I want to do this, but I'm nervous, so can we take it slow?"

"Of course," he said, placing light kisses on her neck. She pushed him away gently.

"And I'm a virgin. But I broke my hymen when I was younger. I just wanted to let you know, 'cause I might not bleed. I didn't want you to think I lied to you."

"You don't lie. Not about important things." He stopped. "Wait. How would you break your hymen?"

She blushed. "Gymnastics."

"Gymnastics?" he asked, smiling. She pushed him lightly on the shoulder.

"Yes, I took dance and gymnastics when I was younger. Because of the beauty pageants."

"Okay," he said. "Turn over."

"What?"

"Trust me." She turned over. He ran his fingers over her back, then over the curve of her ass, and down the length of her legs. He let his fingers move along her inner thigh as he moved back up, but he did not stop. He massaged her back and legs for several minutes, sometimes just barely letting the ends of his fingers touch her, other times applying more pressure, cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing her thighs. He straddled her thighs, letting his dick settle between them, feeling the closeness between them. He kissed her shoulder blades, then moved down her back, lightly sucking and licking as he did so. He took the flesh of her back near her shoulder between his teeth and applied light pressure, feeling her shiver. He ran his mouth over her buttocks and down her thighs. He separated her thighs and ran his tongue up the inside of them, feeling her part them further to allow him access. He lightly touched her pussy with his tongue, but did not push. She groaned, as he moved up the bed.

"You're such a tease," she said.

"That's why you love me," he said.

"That's not why I love you," she said. "But I do love you, dork." He smiled at her and sucked at her neck. He moved his hand down her body and let it rest on her pubic mound, extending his fingers to lightly stroke the edge of her pussy lips. He moved his mouth down and sucked on her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue. He lightly pushed his finger inside her outer lips, feeling her wetness. He removed his finger, and she groaned in frustration again. He moved his mouth down her body, along with his own body, kissing her navel. He moved his head down between her thighs and lightly stroked the outside of her pussy with his tongue. She grabbed his head and tried to push him on to her, but he only let his tongue push inside a little bit. He kissed the moistness of her outer lips, pushed his tongue inside, and then kissed her lips again. He ran his tongue slowly up, letting it encircle her clitoris, feeling her hips respond.

"Freddie?"

He looked up. "Yeah?"

"I want you to fuck me." He felt his cock jump.

"Are you sure you're ready?" She nodded. He moved up beside her and kissed her.

"Still trying to turn me lesbian, Freddie?" What? Then he realized the wetness of her pussy was on his lips.

"Sorry," he said. She kissed him, pushing tongue inside his mouth, and then capturing his tongue between her lips and sucking on it.

"Didn't say you needed to apologize. Just letting you know I like this too much," she said, and reached down and gave his cock a squeeze. Freddie reached to the side table, where he put the condoms his mother had given him way too many of when she had their talks. He pulled the drawer open and reached inside, and lost his balance, falling to the floor.

"I'm okay," he said weakly, as Sam laughed loudly. So smooth. He stood up with a condom in his hand, smiling foolishly.

"You're so sexy," she said, still laughing.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," he said.

"You are," she said, and her laughter died down. "Can I do it?" She held her hand out for the condom.

"You sure you can?" he asked.

"Had to go through the same demonstrations in health class you did, Freddie." She opened the package. She took the condom out and slowly rolled it over the tip of his cock and down his length. He moved to between her thighs.

"Be slow," she said.

"I will." He held his dick and ran it along her pussy, letting her wetness cover its tip. He pushed his tip toward her opening, and she reached down to help him inside. His dick pushed past the opening of her lips, and he stopped allowing her to get used to it. She nodded, and he pulled back a little and then pushed slowly a little, going a little further, feeling the entire head of his cock inside her. He leaned over, so that his chest was above hers, and let his legs rest between hers. She put her arms around his neck.

"I love you," he whispered. She looked up at him.

"Show me," she said. He pulled back again, and then pushed back inside, slowly, ever so slowly, but he did not stop until he felt himself all the way inside her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Little sensitive, but it feels good," she said. He nodded. For the first few minutes, he took it as slow as he could, all the time willing himself not to cum. Then he felt her legs wrap around him, seeming to encourage him to go deeper. He obliged, pushing a little further. She arched her hips to accept more of him. He felt her nails on his back, applying light pressure.

"Fuck me, Freddie," she said again. This time, he did not lightly stroke, but instead thrusted deeply. He heard her gasp. "No, do it again," she said, when he looked, asking with his eyes if he had hurt her. He pushed again, and this time he felt her hips rise to meet him, and she was matching each stroke. He slid into the exquisite wet softness of her, and he felt that he could not hold on much longer.

"Freddie, I'm gonna cum." He looked at her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, her fingers dug little crescents in his back. She cried out, and he saw the flush of her orgasm appear on her chest, and he felt his own release, as he quickened his pace.

When he was done, he collapsed against her, feeling her heartbeat against his chest. He pulled out and rolled the condom off, tossing it in the wastebasket. Have to empty that before Mom comes home, he thought, distractedly.

"I love you," he said, lightly stroking her cheek.

"I bet you say that to all the girls who have sex with you," she said, her eyes still closed.

"Actually, yes, I do."

She smiled. "I love you, too, Freddie." She opened her eyes. "I love you, too." She kissed him.

She scooted up, looking at the center of the bed. There was a wet spot, but no darkness. She hadn't bled. "We're gonna have to wash these sheets, Freddie, unless you'd like to tell your mom something."

"I will. Uh, wash the sheets, I mean," he said. His mother wouldn't be home until after three in the afternoon. Plenty of time. "How do you feel?"

"Okay. You're the first man who's been inside me, but that doesn't mean I haven't, you know-"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. You're a chronic masturbator."

"Freddie!" She smacked his chest. "Whatever. I don't recall me ever jacking off in front of you."

"Well, technically I don't think girls can jack off. Nothing to jack. Jill off, maybe. And not yet." He grinned. He lay on his back and cradled her to his chest. He felt stupidly happy.

"Do you mind if I take a shower, Freddie?"

"Not a problem," he said, still trying to recover. She reached down to a bag he hadn't seen before and took out some bathroom supplies. He watched the way her hips swayed as she walked away. He was pretty sure she did that on purpose.

She had just wet her hair, when she heard the shower door open. She smiled. "You want me to do that for you?" he asked.

She handed him the shampoo. "Took you long enough," she said.

"Sorry, I think my brains shot out on the sheet, too." She laughed as he began to massage the shampoo into her hair.

"So-"

"You're not gonna get all girly on me, are you, Benson?"

"You're the one who says I already am," he said.

She reached behind her and squeezed his cock. "Sometimes," she said.

"Well, as I was saying," he continued. "I expect you to ask me to the prom, not just expect that I'm going anyway." She laughed. He reached past her and grabbed the loofah, and she leaned into his body as he did so. He began soaping her back. He soaped her ass, but apparently felt the loofah was not doing a great job, as he used his hand to make sure. Then he soaped her thighs.

"Turn around," he said. She did, grinning at him. He soaped her arms, her stomach, and her legs. Then he brought the loofah to her breasts and soaped them.

"Hold this," he said, giving her the loofah. He used his hands to massage the soap on her breasts, tweaking the nipples between his fingers.

"I think they're pretty clean," Sam said, smirking.

"Even when you think dirt is gone, wash again before moving on," he said. Sam bust out laughing.

"You're such a dweeb," she said. He shrugged his shoulders, finally deeming that her breasts were free of any microscopic particles of dirt.

He guided her under the water and rinsed the shampoo and soap off her. He applied conditioner, and then, as he waited to rinse it out, he washed himself. Sam soaped his back for him. He rinsed out her conditioner.

"Freddie," she said, once he was done. He looked at her. "I think you missed a spot."

"Did I?" She nodded. "Where?" he asked, grinning. She took his hand and put it on her pussy.

"It's sensitive, though. You shouldn't use the loofah." He nodded, with a serious expression on his face. He turned her around and reached over her thigh and lightly massaged her pussy. She could feel his cock hard against her. He slipped his finger in her pussy sucked at the moistness of her neck. She put her hand on his head, pushing him onto her neck, and his finger stroked the button of her clit. His cock was fully erect now and between her ass cheeks. He strengthened the pressure on her clit, massaging it between his fingers, and he felt her shudder against him. He held her stomach with his other hand to keep her steady.

"Freddie," she said, moaning, "go get a condom."

"Really?"

"Yes, hurry." He got out. "Freddie!" He stopped. "Don't fall." He proceeded more cautiously. He came back.

"Got the love glove," he said, holding it up.

"Don't ever call it that again."

"Sorry." He tore open the package and put the condom on. She put her hands against the tile wall. He stood behind her. He guided his cock to her pussy, and pushed inside her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Just fuck me, Freddie," she said. He nodded and pushed. She groaned as he did so. He reached out and grabbed her breasts, squeezing as he pushed inside her. He watched, fascinated, at the trembling of their flesh meeting, the way he ass cheeks seemed to jump.

He moved his hands to her hips and held them, using his hands to push her back, meeting his cock. He dug his nails into her hips, but she did not seem to mind. She leaned her head against the tile and reached down and started rubbing her clit. He saw that, and he came, letting out a yell.

"Keep going," she moaned, working her fingers faster as he thrust inside her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god...here it comes, Freddie." And then she seemed to lose her voice, as only wordless gasps came out of her mouth. She stopped with her hands, placing both hands against the wall again, and thrust back against his still hard cock. She stopped.

"I have to take it out, Sam," he said. He worried about going soft and having the condom slip off.

"Okay, go slow. Please."

He did. "I know you hate me asking, but are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a little sensitive. Haven't had this much action since that night with the football team."

"Ha ha, Sam." She smiled at him. He grabbed a towel and dried her off.

"You're gonna brush my hair, girlfriend," she said, handing him the brush.

He stood her in front of the mirror and started brushing. "Sometimes I think you just do that to try to get me to show you I'm a man."

"Maybe I do." They said nothing as he finished brushing her hair. When he finished, she turned around and kissed him. She went to reach into her bag.

"Sam, what are you doing?"

"Getting some clothes."

"Didn't you say I won?"

"Yeah," she said, giving him a look.

"Well, as the winner, I think I still make the rules. No clothes, sorry." He shrugged in mock sympathy.

"No clothes? Are you sure?" She stood up, letting the knot of her towel fall. "Because I believe I said the sight of me might make your heart stop."

"It already does."

"Okay, no clothes, but cut it out with the cheesy lines," she said, although he saw her smile. He hugged her, then pulled back when he heard her stomach growl.

"Would you like something to eat?" She nodded emphatically. He ran out of the bedroom and went to get both of them slices of cheesecake. When he came back, he saw her on the bed, laughing.

"What's so funny, Sam?"

She pointed. "You. Running. Swinging like a drunken helicopter." She snorted. He looked down and remembered he hadn't been wearing anything.

"Again with the laughter. You're making him feel bad." He handed her a plate. They both sat cross-legged on the bed, aware of each other's nakedness, but no longer embarrassed.

They talked of things that young lovers often do, of how the sight of each other brought them joy, of how they could not stand to be parted. In essence, all those things that come up in cheesy chick flicks that Sam detested.

"That was good," Freddie said. Sam held out her plate. "Would you like more, Sam?" She shook the plate, as if the question was beneath giving a proper response. He took the plate and went back into the kitchen, making sure to walk with as little bounce as possible. He cut her another slice. He came back and she reached for it, but he held it back. She snarled at him. He forked off a piece and fed it to her. She ate it and smiled.

"You know, if you could figure out a way to chew for me, this would be the dream."

"Gross, Sam."

She shrugged. He forked another bite and fed it to her. A drip of caramel fell off the fork and landed on her breast. She looked down at it. He shrugged and bent over and sucked it off her tit.

"You did that on purpose," she said.

"Can't prove anything," he said. She smirked at him, then scooped a fingerful of cheesecake and smeared it on his dick. "Sam!"

"Guess I'll have to clean that up," she said. And she bent over, licking the cheesecake. She started sucking on the head of his cock, and Freddie was pretty sure the cheesecake was completely gone by then.

"Sam, I don't know if I can again."

"Guess we'll have to find out," she said, taking her mouth off. She brought it back down over his cock, pushing down until she was almost all the way down. She came back up and started thrusting onto him, taking him about half way in each time. Maybe he could again, he thought. He lay back, and she positioned herself perpendicular to him. He grabbed her by the thigh.

"What are you doing, Freddie?" He said nothing, but pulled her up so that they were positioned, his face near her pussy, and hers near his cock. He rested his head on her thigh and reached out with his tongue, touching her clit.

"Oooh...careful, Freddie, sensitive." He lightened his stroke, but continued to massage her clit with his tongue. She went back to his cock, and the new angle allowed her to take more of him in. He didn't know if she came or not, but at one point she stopped sucking him, resting her own head against his thigh, and moaned softly.

"Stop," she said. She sat on the bed and made him stand up. She took him into her mouth again. She grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into her.

"Sam," he said. She looked at him, still sucking. "Now." He orgasmed, much less than any before and she locked eyes with him the entire time.

She took him out of her mouth, and he sat on the bed next to her. She leaned against his shoulder. "Do you want to brush your teeth?" he asked. She laughed. He blushed. "I just meant, you know, because it's bed time." She took his hand and walked into the bathroom with him.

They brushed and took turns rinsing into the sink, making Freddie smile. We're like an old married couple.

They headed toward the bed, but before they got in, Sam stopped him and pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you, Freddie."

"Well, you know that's what I do. Any time I see a damsel in need, I'm there to provide sex." She bit his chest, not so gently this time, and he yelped.

"I meant thank you for loving me," she said.

"It's nothing to be thankful for, Sam. I...I'm just happy you feel the same."

"I do. I love you." She kissed him. "I know I'm difficult sometimes. I'd like to be able tell you I won't call you names anymore. Or I won't pick on you. Or I won't get mad for some reason nobody really understands." She rested her head against his chest.

"But you can't," he said.

"I can't. I'll try, you know, to show that I do love you. I will show you. But I tried being somebody else before, and it didn't work out. You just have to promise me that even when I'm being a bitch, you'll still love me."

"Sam, I love you because of who you are, not who I hope to make you be. If you can love me even though I'm a nub, I can love you even if you're a bitch."

"When."

"Yes, when you're a bitch."

"You get a free pass, nub. Next time I'm Mike Tysoning your ball sac." He smirked. And covered up. "Let's go to bed."

They lay down, Freddie's front to her back. He put his hand on her hip, and she grabbed it and brought it to her breast. He smiled.

"You wore me out, so don't be trying anything in the middle of the night." She paused. "We'll see in the morning. Stud."

"What?"

"I called you a nub. Now go to sleep."

He kissed the back of her neck. "Good night. I love you, Sam."

"I love you, too, Freddie." A few seconds. "Pussy."

"Lesbian."

"Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, Freddie."

He lay there a while longer, watching her drift off, feeling her breathing change against his body. He raised up and looked at her face. She was smiling in her sleep. Freddie kissed her again and settled against her, letting sleep claim him, too.

A/N: This is another long author's note, just because I feel like responding to anybody who left me a review for the last chapter. If you reviewed the last chapter, please read. If you didn't, I invite you to read anyway, or not; it's up to you. I thank anybody who has favorited my story(ies) or me as an author or put me on alert. While I dig the reviews, I am also honored to see how many people have taken the time to read this story and my others. It's been fun writing for you, and it's been fun reading your reviews. I appreciate those who heap praise upon praise onto me, and I appreciate those who take the time to point out issues they had or minor nitpicks, and if it ever came across that I didn't, that's just because I'm right and you're wrong. No, seriously, thank you, all.

Thanks for reviews from: jhulkmn08, MissSeddie, coiwy1, StandardNostalgia, mamaluvsangst, isinkintohearts, kimmyAllen, clarksonfan, Kandygirl25443, maxiefae, Hackingofthedead, Kimbrely Ella Rose, sammiilizzie, HoneyHeartx, Moviepal, x-EMP-t, Geekquality, alaskan-anime-girlie21, peonelopie4, xXSeddieXx, Jarik Kiray, lil miss, twelvex, Princess Starlight, and Darsnider.

jhulkmn08: I'm not wearing knickers; I go commando. Okay...I'm actually wearing my Cookie Monster boxer shorts, but still...wasn't taking offense, just wondering what you were getting at. You said it for a reason; I asked for clarification. Don't know why that seems like me taking offense. Regardless, thank you for reading and the reviews.

MissSeddie: I updated as fast as I could. I'm not indefatigable. I'm no Johnny Hardiron.

coiwy1: I can see what you are saying about Mrs. Benson. I kind of wanted to show that part of her we don't really see, but we kind of know-that she loves Freddie more than anything, and I'd like to think (and I'm sure Freddie would, too) that she would start to realize that she had to release a little, and I decided to go in that direction. I like writing her and Gibby, because I think the show gives us a lot of wiggle room with their characters.

StandardNostalgia: Thank you for the reviews. I don't like to think of myself as a hero. I do like it when other people think of me as a hero. And when the ladies swoon. The swooning is great!

mamaluvsangst: You almost made me cry, thinking you were going to slam the chapter. Thank you for the compliment. It's very difficult for me to write Sam as vulnerable and still have her be Sam (writing Sam as sarcastic and quippy is easy), and I appreciate it that you think I got it right.

isinkintohearts; Everybody keeps using the word "cheesy" with me as a compliment. Eh. I'll take it. Thanks for the reviews. Sorry about screwing up your name before.

kimmyAllen: Any reviews are cherished, like pearls upon the...oh, I just like them. While I don't think this would happen on the show (I have no idea how they would use blocking to film cunnilingus), I thank you for what you meant and not the dirty thing I turned it into.

clarksonfan: Thanks for all the reviews. I almost went with Sam punching Freddie in the throat and telling him she would never love him because she was in love with Mr. Howard, but I'm glad I changed my mind and went with my second option.

kandygirl25443: I'm glad you liked it. Stay tuned for my next story with Sam and Mr. Howard (no, seriously, don't wait for that. It's not happening).

maxiefae: Thanks for all the reviews. Thanks for the favorites. Of all the maxies I know, you're my favorite.

Hackingofthedead: Sorry, this is the last chapter. Unless...no, this is it. Thanks for the review.

Kimrely Ella Rose: I'm not saying Sam willingly told Carly, as much as Carly forced it out of her through her tortuous way (plus, Freddie had just blown Sam's mind, making her vulnerable).

sammiilizziee: This is it. Thanks for all the reviews.

HoneyHeartx: That's because I added an extra cup of sugar. Don't tell Mrs. Benson, or she will make us eat her asparagus casserole.

Moviepal: What? There are others you like better? Let me know their names. THey're going down! Thanks for the reviews.

x-EMP-t: Now I'm feeling pressure to write, and I don't have any ideas. Ah!

Geekquality: Great, so for me to write excellent chapters, I have to do it feeling like they're the worst things ever. Oh, the life of the tortured artist.

alaskan-anime-girlie21: Thanks. I try.

peonelopie4: Glad you've been along for the ride. It's been interesting.

xXSeddieXx: And it loves you. But it's not quite ready for a monogamous relationship. But if you just want to fool around, it's willing.

Jarik Kiray: She wasn't in love from the beginning-she didn't realize she was in love until after the dance. Freddie wasn't actually thinking about sex when he said that, just in general, as he knows how others in her life have hurt her.

lil miss: Well, pick it up. Can't finish this with your jaw unhinged. Thanks for all the reviews.

twelvex: While I've been more than willing to use cliche when it serves my purpose, I wouldn't have done that in this chapter. Also, Sam didn't get pregnant from having sex with Freddie.

Princess Starlight: If you had just waited a little longer to post your review, I wouldn't have added one of the phrases to the story. All your fault.

Darsnider: More cheese? I'm opening a factory or something. Glad you appreciated.