I've lost count of how many times I've had to say this over the course of this story, but I'm so sorry for the delay in uploading. This is my senior year. It's hard. But on the good side, I've had to do so much typing lately that I can now type without having to look at the keyboard at all. Bonus on my part :)

Words could not possibly describe how proud Freddie was of Sam. The first marking period of school had passed, and Freddie had opened his apartment door to an overjoyed Sam bounding into his arms.

"Freddie, I did it! I passed! Look at my grades, just look at them!" Sam beamed, thrusting her report card under Freddie's nose and waving it around.

He laughed at Sam's exuberance. "Sam! I have to be able to see it to read it!" His bouncing girlfriend reluctantly halted her excited jumping and calmly handed Freddie the sheet of paper. Freddie's eyes raked the report, growing wide.

Sam had managed to get five A's and two B's. It was the best report card she had ever gotten in her life, hugely surpassing her final sixth grade report card where she had earned straight C's.

"Sam..." For the first time in his life, words failed Freddie. The piece of paper with Sam's documented success fluttered to the floor as Freddie swept Sam into a bear hug. He would have done more than that, but his mother was in her room and Freddie knew that if they caused too much of a ruckus, she would hear and immediately prohibit Sam from ever stepping foot into the apartment again while simultaneously forcing Freddie to take a hospital-grade sanitation shower.

Sam apparently didn't get the mental memo to keep it G-rated, because she pulled back slightly from the hug and pressed her lips to his. Freddie wanted to pull away but with Sam's mother dying over the summer and their frequent study sessions, he did not get to see as much of his girlfriend as he would have wanted. It seemed like they were never alone anymore. Granted, they still weren't alone, but it was better than nothing.

He willingly kissed Sam with more pressure, feeling her wrap her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her. His teenage hormones had no problem with this, and neither did he. In fact, it gave the whole situation an added thrill to know that it could be forced to end at any moment.

Sam deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue past his lips and into his mouth. Freddie groaned. His hands found her lower back, playing with the strip of skin there that had been exposed when she put her arms around his neck. Freddie felt Sam's fingers intertwine in his hair, pulling at the strands at the nape of his neck.

Freddie growled. He didn't know who taught Sam her skills, but he simultaneously wanted to thank them and punch them in the face. Whatever she was doing with her mouth was incredible and was starting to make him light-headed.

Neither of them realized that they were slowly inching backwards to Freddie's room until Freddie's knees hit the back of his mattress and he fell on his back, pulling Sam down with him. She giggled against his lips and readjusted herself so that he was sitting against his headboard and she was astride his lap. Freddie shifted his hips uncomfortably and the stereo remote that he had been sitting on sprung to life, filling the room with the soft notes of Iron & Wine's "Flightless Bird American Mouth". He inwardly chuckled, thanking whatever deity there was that nothing more embarrassing had happened or that his Pearpod hadn't started playing the annoying Justin Bieber song that Gibby had put on there as a joke but Freddie hadn't got around to removing.

Sam returned her lips to his at the same moment that he lifted his hips to remove the remote from under his butt. Sam's own hips bucked at the unexpected contact and if Freddie hadn't been paying attention, the music would have masked the tiny groan that escaped Sam's lips.

Honestly, it was the hottest thing he had ever heard.

Freddie wrapped both of his arms around Sam's back and yanked her closer to him, bringing his right hand up and tangling it in the mass of blonde curls on the back of her neck. He intensified the kiss, putting more pressure on her lips.

Sam's fingers deftly unbuttoned the plaid button-down shirt he was wearing and slipped inside of his shirt, nails raking against his toned chest and toying with the whirl of hair that descended from his navel and disappeared underneath his boxers. Freddie shuddered involuntarily and felt Sam's signature smirk beneath his lips.

Oh, no. That would not do. Even through the haze of love and lust and teenage hormones, he could tell that Sam was getting the upper hand. Chivalrous as he may be, Freddie was not about to let Sam forget that he had just as much power in the relationship as she did.

Freddie lifted Sam's hair and flung it over her other shoulder, removing his lips from hers and descending on her neck. He kissed a line from her collarbone to right below her ear and back down again, grinning when Sam let her head fall back and her breathing got faster and more shallow.

"Benson..." Sam breathed. The beast inside Freddie's chest whooped victoriously as Sam ground her hips against his.

Sam didn't know when she lost the upper hand. The nub was doing wonderful things with his lips at that moment, things that made her want to grind against him and smile when she felt the rather large bulge in his zipper area. She was fairly sure that she was mumbling incoherently at that point, what with the vacillation Freddie was doing in between her lips and her neck. Sam hadn't even told him that her neck and ears were one of the areas that made her go weak at the knees. She felt slightly proud of him for accomplishing it all on his own.

As Freddie turned her into a pile of goo, Sam realized that she was nearing the point to where Freddie would have complete dominance over their heated make-out session. Her thoughts mirroring his from moments ago, she decided that him having the upper hand was completely and utterly unacceptable. So she did something that she knew would drive him absolutely wild: she ripped his shirt off his body (making sure to not actually rip his shirt, because his mom was still in her room and would definitely hear the sound of her son's shirt ripping and would come to investigate).

Freddie gaped at her like a fish as she tossed his shirt over her head, in the general vicinity of his desk. While he was rendered momentarily speechless, Sam quickly yanked the teal penny tee she stole from Carly that moment over her head. That left her in only a tangerine-colored bra that she had bought about a year ago that also happened to be a bit on the small side. It had bothered her that morning when she put it on, but not now. Freddie's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

Sam resumed kissing her boyfriend before he had a chance to protest her actions. This was something she needed, damn it. She needed this physical closeness, this intimacy, this desperate need.

It took Freddie a few seconds to respond. Sam guessed he was shocked at her forwardness.

He should really know better by now, Sam thought. He was the first person to call me "Ready, fire, aim."

Those few seconds where he was frozen in Sam's embrace, Freddie's mind went for a joyride. He was just like any other teen male; he had seen his fair share of indecent women on the internet. But this...this seemed otherworldly.

With an animalistic growl, Freddie returned Sam's kisses. He grabbed the sides of her hips and pulled her roughly back to her former position on his lap, only slightly embarrassed when she brushed the top of the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans.

Unfortunately, the sudden force with which Freddie yanked Sam back onto him caused the headboard of his bed to crash in the wall.

"What was that? Freddie? Sam? What was that noise?" Mrs. Benson called from her bedroom.

"Fuck." Sam muttered, crawling off of Freddie quickly to grab her shirt and fix her disheveled appearance. The sound of the curse word from his girlfriend's mouth made Freddie want to forget his mother and drag Sam back down again, but he refrained. If his mother came in and saw them in their condition, Sam would be banned from his apartment for life.

"My sentiments exactly." Freddie said under his voice to Sam. "Nothing, Mom. I accidentally dropped my laptop on the floor."

"Oh. Okay. Are you hurt? Do I need to get the first-aid suitcase?"

"No, Mom. I promise we're both okay."

"Alright then. But please come out of your room. I know what teenagers do these days, and I won't have those shenanigans occuring under my roof."

Sam snickered quietly. If Mrs. Benson only knew.

I know that was kind of on the shorter side, but I was hoping that the Seddieness would make up for it. Did it?

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