iHave A Lazy Day

With Melanie gone, Carly and Sam had the entire house to themselves for God-Knew-How- Long. After the week she'd had— between classes, iCarly, and babysitting the Puckett sisters – she felt that everyone concerned just needed time to themselves. A day where nothing really got accomplished, but where she and Sam could just lay around the house in their PJs and just be. She thought it was reasonable – even her God took a day off, and He created everything that ever was or would ever be.

She flounced down onto the sofa, her curves finding the negative space between her and Sam by sheer muscle memory. They just fit together. This is the way she always wanted it to be. She turned to Sam, giving her That Look. It was the look that meant everything and nothing, all at the same time. The waggle of an eyebrow could mean a thousand things. Already lost in Sam's eyes, Carly spoke, her voice soft and sweet, yet dark and seductive just below the surface.

"You know… they'll be gone for hours…"

Sam flashed Carly a lopsided smile, advancing on her.

"I love you, Cupcake…"

This wasn't what Carly wanted – not this way – not yet. She leaned into Sam and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Later…"

Sam broke out the pouty lips, looking sincerely hurt. Carly knew that she had to re-assure Sam. Regardless of outward appearances, Sam Puckett was fragile. Sam Puckett the woman wasn't anything close to Sam Puckett the public persona. Even alone, Carly spoke barely above a whisper.

"I promise. Trust me?"

She did. That didn't make her any less an antsy, whiny, spoiled child.

"But Carls!..."

Carly wanted to submit to Sam as badly as Sam wanted her to. They both had needs, she knew that. Their bodies simply made more sense operating as one, rather than independently. She certainly wasn't falling out of love with Sam. It was more that she was learning what buttons of Sam's to push – and for how long – before Carly Shay got exactly what she wanted. She pressed a single finger to Sam's lips. She loved her, but Sam Puckett was loud and abrasive. She needed to learn to hush every once in a while. She turned on the soft, soothing, slightly naughty 'Bedroom Voice' that was reserved solely for Sam.

"Honey… later, I promise… Will you do something for Carly, Samantha?"

Carly knew she absolutely would. Sam always melted when Carly referred to herself in the third person, for whatever reason.

"Shower first, my little bacony hobo… Then we can do whatever you want..." Carly put specific emphasis on the second half of that sentence, telling Sam absolutely everything while telling her nothing at all.

"Deal?"

She smiled, her lips tickling Carly's finger. Game, Set, Match, Carly Shay. Carly grabbed the front of Sam's t-shirt, pulling her up.

"Up we go, Puckett…" There was a childlike mirth in Carly's eyes. Sam loved it. She pulled Carly into a hug and kissed her sweetly on the cheek.

"Carls?"

"Yes, my love?"

"If you're not in the bathroom in five minutes, I swear, I'm locking you out and showering alone…"

Sam launched herself off the sofa, breaking into a run down the hallway, stripping as she went. Carly felt conflicted. She loved the end result, but the practical part of her kept screaming inside her head that this was just more laundry to do later. Deciding to overrule her rational self, Carly took off down the hall, in pursuit of Sam, who, Carly knew, was obviously now naked as the day she was born in the back of a Seattle city bus.

"That tears it, Puckett! You lock that door and you're sleepin' on the couch tonight, Mama!"

Carly would never do that, she knew. The idle threat might be enough to convince Sam to leave the door unlocked, however. Carly, if she could help it, would never spend another night sleeping alone – certainly not by choice.

Like Sam, she stripped as she went. By the time she flung the bathroom door open, all she could see of the blonde who made life worth living was a steamy silhouette behind the shower curtain. She threw back the shower curtain. The blast of cold air caused Sam to shriek. Carly loved it. She loved making Sam that vulnerable and that safe all in the same instant. She folded a soapy Sam Puckett into a slippery embrace and relished the warm water now enveloping both of them. This was how she wanted to begin every single day. The feeling was indescribable.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER…

Stepping out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel, Carly spoke to Sam. Her tone was nonchalant, almost businesslike.

"See? Now doesn't that feel better, Sweety?" her mouth curling upwards into a broad smile.

Sam, unaware and unconcerned over her own nudity, could only shake her head. She still couldn't speak. Carly threw her a towel from the bathroom counter.

"Cover up, babe. I don't want you to catch a cold."

Sam could hear a chuckle in Carly's voice. Sam tried to speak, but the words barely came out.

"…uh huh…"

Her legs felt like jelly. She had no idea that her sweet, innocent little Cupcake was capable of these things. In all these months that they'd been together, she'd never felt something this intense. Even their first night together – however magical – was awkward and clunky compared to this. It was an experience like this that re-affirmed for Sam just how perfect that one Carlotta Taylor Shay was and exactly why she would be the one and only woman for Sam – ever.

"Honey… Hurry up… I'm feeling awfully hungry… maybe I'll just help myself to that nice, big, juicy ham in the fridge…"

Carly was teasing, of course. Sam knew this, but still she wrapped herself – however lazily – in a towel, prepared to fight the love of her life for a thick-cut slab of salt cured Virginia ham. She tore off down the hall, only to find Carly sprawled out on the sofa – minus a towel.

"Hey Stranger… Glad I could get your attention…"

Sam was stunned. This was… so unlike her Cupcake. She instinctively felt drawn to the brunette now occupying the entire length of the sofa.

"Carls… Aren't you cold?"

Carly shot Sam the same lazy, goofy smile Sam always used on her.

"Well, come here and warm me up then…"

Sam Puckett didn't need to be asked twice.

Sam reached for the blanket that was usually slung over the back of the sofa and pinned Carly's naked shoulders to the sofa under her own body weight. It was going to be a beautiful lazy day in the Shay-Puckett household.