It's Mondaaaay! Why are Mondays always the hardest? It's like I've been having bad Mondays for a while and this is the only way they seem better, working on a chapter and uploading for you all! The M-rating comes back into play this chapter so WATCH OUT! and the meet and greet you guys have been waiting for! OOOOHHH!
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Chapter 5 The Night of the Bridesmaids
Carly hadn't probed Sam about her reason for not staying in contact with Freddie. After seeing him that day in the lobby, Sam had only seen him with Carly on occasion she wanted them all to meet up to talk. Sam had thoroughly enjoyed herself, even sent some old nicknames flare between them.
It wasn't until the day of the wedding that Sam was nervous to see him. Having him at the wedding meant he had to meet Charlie and Topher; something she had been dreading.
Smiling at Carly, Sam smoothed out her tight, short, strapless dark blue maid of honor dress. Charlie was sitting next to her on the floor, playing with the flower petals in the basket. "You look like a princess, Aunt Carly," Charlie had pointed out as soon as Carly had stepped out of the bathroom with Sam in her strapless princess style wedding dress. Spencer had promised to look after Topher in the pews while the girls got ready.
Carly had giggled and patted Charlie's hair. "So do you, angel."
Charlie had proceeded to smile brightly for the next hour. Sam was standing next to her partner first in line before the doors opened. Charlie stood one in front of her with the ring bearer next to her. Breathing deeply, Sam kissed Charlie's head as the music sounded and Mr. Shay called out from behind, "It's starting! Everyone be quiet!" That earned the already anxious group of young people a quick giggle.
The wedding had gone like most weddings. Sam had stood next to Carly as she smiled at her almost husband. Sam would keep glancing at Freddie, who sat on the second row of seats. Spencer sat with Topher in the first row of pews, the little boy making silly faces with Charlie as they sat side by side with Sam occasionally glared at them from the front. Gibby had flown in the night prior from New York and sat next to a smiling Freddie two rows behind the twins.
At the reception, the hotel they were located at was dark with a magical air to it. The dance floor was packed as guests also lingered at the snack table and open bar. Charlie and Topher had been given soda as a special treat, which had Charlie running around the perimeter of the large dance floor and Topher laughing hysterically. Sam laughed wholeheartedly at the twins as Melanie danced with Carly. Sam sat at an empty table with her, Melanie, Gibby and Freddie's belongings. As far as Sam was concerned, Gibby had gone and found some girl to dance with and so had Freddie.
Sighing contently, she felt a tap on her bare shoulder. Turning slowly, she was surprised at the person standing there. He wore a smile and two red cups in his hands. Sitting next to her, he offered her a cup. She took it amused and sipped at it. "Nice choice, Benson."
"Thought you might like it," He smirked.
They drank in silence until Freddie spoke softly but loud enough to be heard only by Sam, "What happened to you Sam?"
Sam drank feverishly at the comment. With a scowl, she answered, "What's it to you?"
He put his drink on the table and sighed in defeat. "I missed you after you didn't come back at the end of the spring semester. I missed my Sammy."
She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, but she felt her cheeks heat up instantly. "You had your fun with me. Not everything lasts forever."
"But you just disappeared on me! If it wasn't for Carly telling me you were still alive, I didn't know what to think!" Freddie sounded desperate.
Sam's gaze met with the hyper child behind him. She excused herself and walked up to the twins. Grabbing both by the hand, Sam spoke firmly at the preschooler's. "Listen very carefully. Want to play a game with Momma?"
Charlie's eyes lit up even brighter at the thought of a game. "Sure Momma!" Topher nodded, amused.
"Okay, see that guy at the table?" Sam pointed at Freddie slowly sipping from his cup. Charlie and Topher nodded enthusiastically. "Well if he asks, we're going to play pretend that Aunt Melanie's your Momma? Is that simple enough?"
"OOOH! Okay! That sounds fun, Momma," Charlie and Topher giggled. Sam smiled at them. "Can I go meet him?" Charlie spoke too fast. Sam didn't have a chance to speak as Charlie ran over to him. Topher followed his twin with glee.
"Fuck!" Sam swore as the two reached Freddie with a smile.
"Hi!" Charlie and Topher spoke in unison.
Freddie was caught off guard from the children. He recognized her as the flower girl, the white dress and flower crown not giving away any clues, and the boy from sitting next to Spencer. Putting his cup down, Freddie smiled at them. "Hello. What are you doing, little flower girl?"
Charlie's fingers clasped together in front of her with a shy smile. "I'm not little; I'm almost five years old! Momma knows you."
Freddie chuckled. "Is that so? Well I beg your pardon, big girl."
Charlie nodded furiously. "Thank you!"
"And where is your Momma?"
"She's-"Topher was cut off as Sam clutched his shoulders and spoke, "She's on the dance floor."
Freddie looked up from Topher, meeting Sam's cold eyes. Freddie smiled, his eyes crinkling, at her. Charlie held a concentrated face as she watched his gesture towards Sam.
"Is that so? Who is she?" Freddie spoke.
"Melanie," Sam said just as fast. Freddie's eye brows shot up as his eyes widened. He glanced back at Charlie and Topher, then towards Melanie dancing with Carly.
"Wow…never would have pieced that together," Freddie said slowly.
The fast paced song had ended as the DJ had announced that they make room for a slower, sweeter song. Melanie jogged barefoot back to the table with a smile. Carly was dancing with her husband, a smile gracing her features. Freddie rose from his chair and extended a hand. Smiling, he asked, "Can I have this dance?"
Sam crossed her arms with a pout. She felt Charlie bounce on the carpeted floor next to Sam's bare feet. "Go dance with him!" Charlie shrilled.
Laughing, Freddie prodded at the pouting blonde, "Oh come on! A single dance won't hurt you. You owe me this."
Topher walked behind his mother and slightly nudged her towards Freddie with a shy smile. Sam gasped, surprised. "Topher! What's gotten in to you?
Freddie chuckled at the scene, never the less, Sam scowled but took his hand in hers. Turning to face Melanie, still holding on to Freddie's hand, Sam spoke sternly, "Watch your kids while I dance with this bozo."
Melanie looked confused as Sam said your kids. Sam nudged her head in Charlie and Topher's direction as the young girl sat on the now empty chair and swung her bare feet in the air alongside Topher who was standing in an empty chair, reaching for more soda from a can. Melanie nodded her head in understanding and smiled, "Have fun you two."
Freddie laughed behind Sam and pushed her towards the dance floor. The two awkwardly swayed as they were surrounded by couples going to the same beat. Sam's arms wrapped themselves around Freddie's shoulders and relaxed as she began brushing the nape of his neck. Freddie wore a content expression as he drew small circles on her lower back.
The song ended, but the two twenty three year olds stood there, swaying with the music. "Freddie, the song's over," Sam chuckled in his ear.
Freddie's hands clutched roughly around her waist, "I don't care. Stay with me for a little bit longer."
Sam chuckled, "You're so melodramatic, Benson."
"I'm possessive too, Puckett," he growled in her ear.
Sam felt her skin tingle as his deep growl reverberated through her chest. She felt warmth envelop her as they stood there clutched to each other. His scent filled her nostrils and she closed her eyes for a moment. Sam couldn't help but wonder if this is what it would have been like if she came back before, if he would still protect her and love her the way he did when they were younger; if he would still love her if he found out her secret. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, a slick body bumped violently into her, pushing the pair even closer. Sam growled and whipped her head towards the person. Gibby was dancing, more like thrashing around, with a petite blonde.
"Gibby, be more careful. You could hurt someone with those inventive dance moves," Freddie chuckled at their hyped friend. Gibby nodded and slunk his arm around the blonde as Sam watched them move towards the bar to get a drink.
Looking up at him, he smiled at her. "I'm glad you said something with your manners because I was about to punch the living shit out of him."
He chuckled at her, "Which is why I beat you to it, Princess Puckett."
Sam lightly punched his shoulder and they began to retreat from the dance floor. Freddie made his way towards the open bar and began to carry a dramatic conversation with Gibby, both casually holding delicately named drinks filled to the brim. Sam made her way towards the now sitting Charlie and Topher with a scolding Melanie.
Smiling, Sam laughed as her daughter jumped up from the chair, grabbed her brother's hands and began to dance with him as the song picked up. Sitting across from Melanie, Sam faced her reflection.
"I know what you were doing when I told Freddie I was Charlie and Topher's mother. Topher explained that it was a game you guys were playing with him. I just don't think that was the right way to approach with this delicate situation. The longer you put it off, the harder it will get to tell him," Melanie stated.
"I panicked when he asked me why I didn't come back," Sam denied.
Melanie gave a heavy sigh at her sister's contradiction. "Sam, I know you understand what I'm telling you. Could you just promise me that you'll tell him so he won't find out through other causes? It would be better to hear it from you and not someone else. This is your problem and not mine, but I'll help you out as much as I can."
"Melanie, you're not my mother. I know what I'm doing. I understand it's not the best decisions but he doesn't need to know. He'll over worry about them and wonder why I didn't tell him sooner. I know him, and its better he doesn't know," Sam muttered.
"Well we can't enjoy this amazing reception if we spend the entire night sitting and discussing this. Let's go out there and dance for a bit," Melanie proposed as a peace treaty.
"You can go and dance with Charlie and Topher on the floor. I think I'm going to go have a couple of drinks," Sam stated.
Melanie gave her a peculiar glance, "Be careful please. Last time you drank heavily, we had to make serious changes to our lives due to no contraception being used in a heavy moment between two drunken teens."
Sam laughed lightly. "I will. Just watch the twins for tonight so Freddie doesn't notice anything weird."
Melanie nodded and took Charlie and Topher to the dance floor. Sam made her way towards the bar, coming to face Gibby and Freddie who were both drinking heavily. Smiling at the boys, she ordered a drink.
"Sam, that dress looks awesome on you," Gibby said cheekily.
A newly acquired drink in her small hands, Sam swayed her hips towards him, "I know."
Freddie chuckled behind her, a hand on the bar countertop. Sam took a long gulp of her drink and faced both boys, Freddie having thrown a casual arm around her bare shoulders.
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"Thanks for helping clear out the room, guys. I don't know what I would have done without you two here," Carly spoke gleefully.
Sam, Gibby, Freddie, and Melanie all muttered at her as they tided the empty reception area before the cleaning crew came. Charlie was lying on the dance floor, half asleep, with an equally tired looking Topher in the chair next to her, playing with the empty cups on the table.
Finishing the table, Melanie went to pick up Charlie from the floor and threw her over her bare shoulder. Waving at the crew, she called back, "this little flower girl is all partied out. This little boy is next. We'll be at the hotel for the night. See you guys tomorrow morning at Carly's!"
They bid Melanie farewell but a few moments later, Gibby and Carly left the building as well. Sam was picking her black pumps off the floor as the cleaning crew began to pile in. Freddie waited for her at the entrance, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, and smirking. "Ready?" He said calmly.
Sam nodded as they walked out of the building, his arm over her shoulder. Once the bitter wind bit at Sam's bare skin, she shuddered. Freddie slid his jacket off and covered Sam with it; accepting it wordlessly. They reached his car and sat in silence while he turned it on. He was a little tipsy from all the drinking, as she felt the buzz running through her veins. Turning to the blonde, Freddie sucked in his breath.
"Why don't we walk to the hotel? It's only three blocks away and I'm too drunk to be driving anyway," Freddie suggested.
Sam laughed at him as they tripped out of the rental. Pumps still in her hands and the oversized jacket hanging loosely around her, Sam felt a layer of comfort seep through her skin. His arm were where they've been the entire time they're together.
He pulled her closer to his body. Taking a deep breath, Freddie spoke softly through the breezy night. "I really did miss you, Sammy."
Sam shrugged her shoulders. Her heart skipped as he snuggled his face in her neck. "Freddie, you're drunk."
He mumbled something into her skin as they turned the corner. She could see the hotel after the traffic light up ahead. It was in the morning hours and no cars were seen driving on the black streets. Sam slid an arm around his torso, to steady his walk.
She could feel his breath on her skin, making her skin heat up instantly. Her heart felt as if it was going to beat out of her chest. When his lips met her skin, she almost jumped. "Freddie…" Sam spoke slowly.
He kissed underneath her ear. "Sam…"
He bit lightly on her ear and she squealed. "Freddie…we're in public."
Stopping in his tracks, he encircled her waist with his thick arms and growled in her ear, "So?"
He had propped his forehead onto hers. She melted at his smoldering brown eyes. Closing her eyes, she inhaled his scent. Biting her lip, she hesitated. "What am I going to do with you, Benson?"
"Come back to my hotel room with me and we can talk about it," He slurred.
Sam hiccupped and giggled. Freddie scooped down and captured her lips between his. She returned with vigor. Wrapping her arms around his neck, he lifted her from the ground. She wrapped her legs around his torso and tangled her hands in his neat locks. He took a step back and tripped over her discarded pumps on the sidewalk. Losing his balance, Sam squealed as she dropped back to the cold cement, her arms still wrapped around his neck. He chuckled and picked up her pumps. Sam blushed as she snatched them from his shaking hands.
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She honestly doesn't know how they finally got to his studio, but they did. The door belonging to the suite she was staying in was only five doors down from his. As soon as they had wrestled their way through the door, she had dropped her pumps regardless of where they landed. His jacket was thrown off of her radiating skin and miraculously landing perfectly on a chair from the small kitchenette. She was pinned on the bed as he crawled up her bare skin towards her neck, around her ear lobes and ending on her abused lips. She squirmed out of his grasp and wrapped her legs around his torso. He worked on the back zipper of her dress as she moaned into his mouth. Unlatching her legs, she worked on his belt and tugged his pants down to his knees.
He wiggled them off and let them pool around his ankles. Stepping out of them, he moved closer to Sam's body, smoldering her. She was working on the buttons when he finally had the zipper a good way down, letting the top of the dress hang loosely off her skin. When the dress had considerably slipped off her chest, he realized she neglected to wear a bra.
"These were a different size the last time I saw them," he joked in a husky voice. His hands trailed down her back, slowly. She was finished with the buttons and pushed the dress shirt off his close body.
"This isn't needed any more than my bra," she muttered as she kissed his chest. His grunts rumbled through her and heated the pool at the pit of her stomach.
He let the shirt fall off his arms as he loomed over her only in his boxers. Sam still had the dress around her waist.
He growled in her ear, "This needs to come completely off."
She laughed gently at him and pushed his body to let her stand up. Meeting his stature, she walked around him and softly pushed him to sit on the mattress. Smirking, her hands landed on his knees and her dress still pooled at her waist. Biting her lip, she let her hands trail his thighs as she grew closer at him, almost kissing him on his lips.
He groaned when her hands drew circles in his inner thighs. Smirking to herself, she pushed herself off his thighs and turned, her back facing him. She reached back and skillfully slid the zipper the rest of the way down, shimming her way out of the tight dress. She had chosen a pair of peach colored lace waist hip huggers. When the dress dropped to the floor, she made the effort to turn and face him when she was engulfed in animalistic passion.
As she turned, Freddie reached down into the discarded pants pulled a condom out and slid it on. He had growled when he saw her silhouette in the small panties. The smooth skin called him as she dropped the dress agonizingly slow. When it did drop, he didn't hesitate to throw his arms around her body, just to pick her up and throw her back down on the mattress. He let her crawl her way up his body, skin pressing against skin. Her nipples brushed his already sensitive skin as his hands molded themselves to each breast.
Sam threw her head back with a moan as he kissed down her neck and played with both breasts. When his lips reached her nipple, she squealed. Gripping the sheets, she raised her chest towards his mouth. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist again as she unconsciously began to grind against his boxers. He groaned against her skin. Lifting his head up, he growled, "I need you."
Sam moaned in agreement when he flicked her nipple with his tongue. He slid her panties off her body as she worked what clothing he had left with her legs. Slipping a finger in her moist lips, she shuddered with pleasure. He could feel the wetness engulf his finger the instant he pressed against her skin. Smirking, his lips attached themselves to her nipple as his fingers began to probe her opening.
Her moans were loud and erratic. He slid his finger all the way inside and she let out a scream. Panting, she lifted her head, "What…the fuck…happened to…I need you…Benson?"
He chuckled at the unpredictable blonde beneath him, "I think the question has been reversed, Puckett."
"Shit," She groaned as he pumped his finger, adding a second one. It gave her no room to express her thoughts without her excitement throwing her dangerously over the edge. A hand reached down to where his fingers were playing with her. Latching onto his wrist, she glared at him through half lidded eyes. "Stop teasing and fuck me already."
Her other hand reached down and gripped the tip of his excitement. He groaned. Shaking off her trembling hand, he pulled out his slick fingers and adjusting himself. Without warning, he began pumping. Sam screamed beneath him. He grunted as he kept a steady pace.
"Fuck…go faster…damn it…" She panted.
He smirked at her as he picked up the pace. Her pants and squirms became faster as he felt the heat emitting from where they were joined. Her hands had trailed his body and clutched his shoulders. She was leaving crescent moons on his skin. Her eyes had shut from the pleasure she felt as he pounded her. Having a short amount to think, an idea slunk through her distracted thoughts.
Pulling his body closer to hers, she caught his attention long enough to catch him off balance and flip them over. Smirking, she put her hands on his chest and raised her body. Falling back down on him, she watched his face distort. Repeating her gestures, she lost herself in the motion until he gripped her hips.
"Oh shit…" she breathed out as she finished; riding out her orgasm.
"Fuck," he grunted, following her finish. They both panted heavily, still connected. Lying on top of his sweaty body, she pulled at the blanket that had crumpled with their movements. After discarding the used condom, Freddie helped her find a decent corner and wrapped the blanket around their bodies, the cool air slapping their skin. There were no words interchanged between them as they lay there. He could hear her breaths become slow and steady as he wrapped an arm loosely around her body. Placing the other under his head, he drifted to sleep.
AAAANNNDDD that's the end of the chapter. Of course the morning after will be next but now that Freddie's meet the twins...you'll find out how he deals with the realization later. Just stay tuned! I hope you all enjoyed the way the characters have developed as adults and I would love to hear what you have to say about this chapter! You guys always make me smile :)