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Carly loved Saturday mornings – particularly now that Melanie was off in California. She adored Melanie, of course, and loved having her around, but she relished the prospect of sleeping late and having 'alone time' with Her Sam. She brushed one of Sam's fly-away blonde locks out of her face, stretched, and yawned.

"Oh my God…" she thought, "I'm turning into Sam…"

Carly adored Sam, but she also adored their differences. It was their differences that made this relationship exciting, beside the fact that they've known each other forever. The fact that they'd known each other since childhood made the natural progression immensely easier. She rolled back onto her hip, her curves finding their negative equal in Sam. She wanted to lay here forever. She kissed her neck.

"Good morning, my Amazon princess…" She nibbled Sam's earlobe like she knew she liked. Sam squirmed.

"Cupcake… s'eepy…" Sam whined. She adored the attention and didn't want it to stop, but she needed sleep. Last night had worn her out.

"Carly… Tired!…" Sam continued to protest. Carly found it adorable. Sam certainly wasn't protesting last night. It had all started on the sofa last night after America Sings. She hadn't intended to, but things sort of snowballed out of control. If Carly had to draw a comparison, last night's events reminded her of their very first intimate moment – their very first 'date night'. Things went from romantic and smooth to being manic and rushed. They were on a roller coaster at a hundred miles an hour with no idea whatsoever how to slow down, even if they'd wanted to.

This was the side of Sam that Carly adored – the side that she hadn't seen in quite a long time – when rough-and-tumble Sam let down her defenses, left herself unguarded and vulnerable, and allowed Carly in, like a shark moving in for the kill.

Sam stirred against her hip, Carly's neatly manicured nails caressing her back.

"Hmmpfmmm…."

Carly loved to hear Sam like this early in the morning. She thought it was the most precious sound in the entire world. Her blonde haired, blue eyed warrior princess, reduced to a squirming, weak-kneed little girl.

"I love you, Samantha…" Carly cooed into her ear. She pressed her lips to the soft flesh of her partner's neck, realizing for the first time that she had gone overboard the night before. She and Sam had their moments, like any couple did, but they rarely had gotten this hot and heavy. That wasn't their style. She knew that they hadn't been able to have 'their time' – to have any intimacy, really – in quite a while, between classes and the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Somewhere along the way, they had neglected each other. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was simply what happened now and again. People got busy being people and somehow forgot the fact that they were part of a matched and perfect pair. Sam was still half asleep.

"Luh ooh, Cuhkay…"

"I love you too, Honey." Carly adored this. She would stay in bed with Sam all day if she could. She loved absolutely everything about her little dirty blonde, whose waist she clung to for dear life. She loved her for all of her faults, all of her brokenness – including the one place she begged Carly to stay away from. Sam would always plead with her, but she would always bend her will to that of her beautiful brunette, because, after all, this is what love was. Love was about baring yourself to your partner – in every possible sense of the word.

"Carls, no, please… no…"

Carly would always shush Sam as gently as possible. She needed to know there was nothing to fear here – not ever.

"Sam… I know it bothers you, and I'm sorry. You know the last thing in the world that I want is to hurt you. Just know that if I touch you there, it will be over soon… it won't be for very long, I promise…"

Sam would always squirm, for good reason, but would always relent and allow Carly's fingers access to the one place she always tried to hide, the place that was the cause of so much shame. She did it because she knew Carly was the only one who could be trusted. Carly Shay was good and clean and trustworthy – everything that Sam Puckett had been told she wasn't and would never be.

Last night was no exception. Sam, like always, argued with Carly. Carly had seen all of her. She knew every inch of her partner's body. She knew that even, in the heat of the moment, touching her there would cause Sam some serious emotional discomfort, but there truly wasn't much she could do. Her hands had to go somewhere.

Sam stirred. She was beginning to wake up.

"Cupcake…"

Sam was tossing and turning again. It was clear to Carly what she wanted. Sam Puckett no longer wanted to be held. Sam wanted to do the holding. She wanted to look into Carly's dark chocolate eyes, tell her how much she loved her, bid her Good Morning, and give her their first kiss since they drifted off to sleep sometime obscenely early this morning.

Sam's weight shifted. She was finally in the position she loved. Her fingers found Carly's slight, naked waist instinctually. Her body filled the negative space between her and her partner like nothing else on Earth. Her shoulder filled a void in Carly's chest. She loved this. She was Carly Shay's personal puzzle piece. They simply fit together perfectly.

When she and Melanie were small, their mother had dated a preacher. Both of the girls wanted him as their stepfather more than anything in the world. Leave it to Pam Puckett to screw that one up. This man – the only truly good man Sam had ever known – Spencer Shay didn't qualify… He was more of a big kid – was on her mind every morning, even after nearly fifteen years. Something he had always told the twins had come true. She was taught that everyone – each person in existence – had a divinely chosen counterpoint, and that they would know because they would fit together perfectly, like the pieces of some gigantic puzzle. It had come to pass in the heart, mind, body, and soul of her perfect little brunette.

Sam played absentmindedly with the only piece of clothing, such as it was, on Carly's porcelain-perfect body. The perfect silver heart hung from Carly's neck, as it had every day since high school graduation. Sam felt her entire body flush with pride. Her Cupcake hadn't taken it off once. Surrendering to her body's desires once again, Sam's mouth met Carly's most sacred space and she was completely contented. Sam drifted back off to sleep, the rhythmic beating of Carly's heart assuring her that life was perfect.