Spencer was getting ready for his date with Amaya while Carly, Freddie, and Sam were eating pizza coming up with some ideas for iCarly. He was excited about the date, but he knew he had to play it cool. Amaya was Carly's principal's niece. It seemed like the risk of how this date turns out was greater than any other date. He knew Ted Franklin wasn't crazy about the idea of him and Amaya dating, and he wasn't sure if he was going to take it out on his sister and Sam.

"You look nice, Spencer." Carly said as she saw him emerge from his room. He was wearing a black blazer, black dress-shirt, and jeans. Amaya told him they were going to a fashion show and the after party. He wasn't really interested in fashion, but he thought it was better than wearing a tux all the time the way he did when he dated Veronica.

"Thanks. Amaya and I are going on a date. We're attending a fashion show and the after party." Spencer said as he sat on the couch. "She'll be right up in a few. So, how's the planning going?" he asked and Carly sighed.

"It's okay…except Sam keeps suggesting situations in which Gibby is harmed." Carly said with a chastising glare in Sam's direction.

"What? He's durable…" Sam said with a shrug. Spencer just laughed at her willingness to harm other people for the sake of iCarly. It was amusing to see how creative Sam got whenever is came to slightly harming someone.

"Just because he's durable doesn't mean, you should do it." Carly said and Spencer had a moment in which he thought Carly sounded like their mother. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Spencer got up from the couch and ran into his room.

"Get the door!" he yelled at the three teens as they stared at him with puzzled looks on their faces. Freddie got up and answered the door and was frozen when he saw Amaya in a black mini-dress with sheer lace finishing the top of the dress and sleeves. He tried to be subtle with his stare down her body to her long legs, but he knew she had caught him. She only arched her eyebrow and smirked. He gave her an apologetic smile and she laughed in his attempt to keep his eyes locked with her without traveling down her body again.

"Quit ogling, you freak!" Sam said and he turned and frowned at her. Suddenly, Spencer emerged from his room and his mouth flew open when he saw her.

"You look amazing, Amaya." he said as he did as Freddie did and stared at her like a piece of meat. She was laughing that the horny teenage boy syndrome never leave a man not matter what age he is. She smirked and he snapped his eyes upwards and forced himself to stared into hers.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad, either." she said as she moved her gaze lower to the front of his jeans giving him a dose of his own medicine. "So, are you ready?"

"Yeah…" he said before he turned to Carly. "Don't stay up too late."

"Yeah, yeah…" Carly said as he left. Spencer could hear Sam teasing Freddie about him ogling Amaya. He didn't blame the kid for doing so. She was hot.

"Oh," Amaya said to him as they were walking down the hallway. "We're going in a limo. Once of the perks of working at Seattle Beat."

"Nice…" he said as they went through the front lobby and outside to the waiting limousine. Once they were inside it, it drove off. "So, how are you liking Seattle now?"

"I'm loving it! Like right now, it's so beautiful at night here. And it doesn't rain as much as I thought it was going to rain. I guess that's one of those weather stereotypes some people apply to a place and is shocked when the climate is different than expected."

"Yeah…is it wrong to assume Chicago is always windy and cold?"

"No…that one is true." she said with a laugh. "But, it's still nice weather. Even with the snow. Just not a full on blizzard. That's a pain in the ass to deal with."

"You know what I always wanted to do in a blizzard. I always wanted to create a sculpture out of just icicles. I mean, wouldn't that be awesome?"

"Yeah…that's very creative. I guess that's why you were meant to be an artist and not a lawyer. You know…I don't think I see you as a lawyer."

"I didn't see myself as a lawyer, either. It was way too boring and I only did it to appease the parents, you know."

"Yeah, I know exactly how you feel. My dad hated that I was going into fashion. He wanted me to be an accountant. Why is it that parents feel the most boring job is the safest?"

"I have no idea." he said as they arrived at the venue. There was a red carpet at the entrance and Amaya knew Spencer would be uncomfortable so they went around to the back.

Once they took their seats by the runway, they waited for the show to begin. They were making small talk with a few people around them until the show started. After it was finished, Amaya and Spencer went to the after party. They were standing around with a glass on champagne in their hands talking.

"So, what did you think of the fashion show?" Amaya asked Spencer.

"Well…it was nice. As you can tell, I'm not very fashionable…" he said with an embarrassed look on his face and she found it to be adorable.

"It's okay. You still look good to me." Amaya said knowing she was being overly flirty. "I did like the dress made out of candy. It made me hungry."

"I know. It was made out of licorice, right?" he asked and she nodded.

"I love it." Amaya said before she swayed to the music playing in the background. Spencer knew this was his chance to make a move.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked and she stared at him with a smile. Though she wanted to, she knew they would be the only ones dancing.

"Well…" she said but Spencer cut her off by taking her empty champagne glass from her hand and placing it on the table. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to him. There was enough space between them to not creep her out, but when he began swaying to the music, she closed that gap. "I think we just made a few people stare…" she said and he was about to pull away from her and apologize, but she stopped him. "I don't mind it." she said as they began to dance. Spencer felt as if they were the only two in the room…the only two dancing at least.

"You dance way better than I do…" he said and she giggled. He paused to note the way he held her waist and the way she moved her hips against his. Her perfume was intoxicating to him and he wanted nothing more than to touch her soft skin, be inside her, make her moan.

"You're not a bad dancer, you know." she said into his ear and he felt his cock jump at the sound of her voice. He panicked and pulled his hips away from hers in order to keep her from finding out about his erection. This confused her and he was relieved she didn't notice it the way he thought she had. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah…I just wanted to make sure I wasn't invading your space." he said and she giggled as she pressed against him. He winced with fear as she rubbed against his erection and he heard an audible gasp escape from her. "I…uh…I can…" Spencer stammered feeling embarrassed. He knew he must have scared her out by letting his hard-on be known. He was pulling away when she stopped him. She was staring at him as if she was debating asking him something.