Disclaimer: If they ever found out what I did with their precious iCarly... oh. My mind still goes to smut. Why does everything I imagine end that way?

Sam looked up from her carefully constructed ham sandwich, Carly's voice catching her attention. She carried the sandwich over to where Carly sat on the couch, licking a stray smear of mustard from her fingers. They'd been dating somewhere in the region of a fortnight. Sam wasn't exactly sure – it felt like forever, but in the good kind of way. Carly knew it was 13 days, 6 hours and 23 minutes. But quantifying it didn't make it seem any more tangible. Carly could barely remember a time when she couldn't kiss Sam, could barely remember why she had waited so long. It just seemed so natural, like breathing. They'd gradually edged more and more into adult territory, unable to keep their hands from roaming during their frequent and often spontaneous make out sessions, Carly always being the one to pull back at the last moment, and always feeling bad for doing so. It wasn't that she didn't want to, god no, it was that... it was Sam. Sam was different. She deserved something... special. If Carly was going to be the one taking Sam's virginity, she was going to make damn well sure Sam was never going to regret it. Or forget it.

Carly just couldn't wait any longer. It was driving her insane... and they were alone for most of the evening, since Spencer was out taking a cooking class. Carly frowned at the thought. She hoped they had a good smoke detector and quick response times.

Sam let out a content sigh, patting her stomach and leaning back, propping her feet on the coffee table. Carly smiled as she felt Sam's hand entwine with hers, squeezing the blonde girl's hand. Carly studied Sam surreptitiously as the blonde girl watched television, tracing her eyes over Sam's body, over her curves. That's it. She couldn't take it anymore, it was killing her. "Sam... can I show you something?"

"Hm?" Sam turned to Carly, tearing her eyes away from the television. "What is it?"

Carly's eyes skittered off to the side, Carly biting her lip. "It's in my room." She flicked her gaze back to Sam, the blonde girl's eyes widening.

"Oh." She jumped her eyebrows up, grinning. "Okay."

Carly lost all her doubt as she captured the smaller girl in a hungry kiss. It seemed no matter how much she kissed Sam, it was never enough, only seemed to make her want to kiss her even more. It was an addiction, and one which she was happy to feed.

Carly pulled away from Sam with difficulty, Sam's hands reluctantly letting go of the brunette's waist. Carly crossed to her door, leaning against it for a moment to gather herself. The door locked with a click, and she couldn't help but smile when she turned to see Sam grinning at her. She moved back to the blonde, taking her hands. "I think we're ready."

Sam's eyes widened. "Really? Awesome!" She hastily corrected herself, seeing the look on Carly's face. "I mean... are you sure?"

Carly shrugged. "Honestly? I have no idea." She grinned. "But I just can't help it anymore. You're driving me crazy."

Sam tried to fight the grin off her face, attempting to look concerned. "Carls, if you're not sure then we don't have to. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

"Sam!" Gasped Carly, hitting the blonde girl lightly on her shoulder. Despite Sam's crude innuendo, or perhaps because of it, Carly was admittedly taken aback by Sam's sincerity. She knew Sam better than anyone, and what Sam wanted, Sam took. But Sam had never pushed her, even when Carly knew it frustrated her to have Carly pull back every time.

Carly moved a hand to cup Sam's cheek, bringing her lips to the smaller girl in a heated embrace. She started off with slow, long, sensual kisses which Sam responded to eagerly, breaking away only to gasp little breaths. Carly paused for a moment, pulling away from the blond girl and studying her face, gaze lingering on Sam's shiny, swollen lips. "I'm sure." She said softly, before capturing Sam in another kiss. Sam nodded mutely, her hands tightening around Carly's waist, pulling the taller girl in closer to her.

Carly loved the soft sounds Sam made in the back of her throat every time she kissed her, the blonde girl moaning as Carly caressed her tongue with her own. Carly thought it was odd; Sam was usually the one in charge, usually the independent, domineering one, but she never was with Carly. The brunette saw a different side of Sam; a soft, vulnerable side that melted under Carly's touch. Carly loved that she could do this to Sam, and she had to admit, it turned her on more than a little to see Sam so pliable, so submissive.

Carly's fingers crept to the hem of Sam's shirt, playing with the material in an unspoken question. Sam raised her arms silently, her lips parted as she watched Carly. The brunette lifted the shirt off Sam, revealing the blonde's well-toned body. In Sam's case, crime did pay, at least in terms of fitness. Carly ran her hands over the pale, unblemished skin, moving them to cup Sam's bra, feeling her nipples harden through the material. Sam brought her trembling hands to the first button on Carly's shirt, undoing it clumsily before moving to the next one. Carly felt her skin flush as Sam slipped the brunette's blouse off, Sam's fingers leaving hot trails in their wake as they stroked Carly's torso. Carly captured Sam in a heated kiss, letting out a soft sigh as their bare torsos touched, her breasts rubbing against the blonde's considerably endowed ones. Unable to stand it anymore, Carly's hands worked the catch on the back of Sam's bra, wanting more than anything to see, to feel the blonde's breasts in the flesh. She unhooked it finally, drawing it away from Sam, her eyes marvelling at the newly revealed sight. She'd thought about how they would look, how they would feel, had even touched them a few times, an eager hand inside Sam's shirt, slipped under the blonde's bra during their makeout sessions, roughly caressing the malleable mounds of flesh.

As much as she'd imagined them, this was much better. They were much better than she'd dreamed, much bigger when freed from the confines of Sam's bra, and Carly's hands itched to touch them. She took them gingerly, cupping the firm flesh and studying the blonde carefully for her reaction, savouring the sensation. Sam's breath caught in her throat as Carly squeezed lightly, caressing her breasts. Sam's own hands fumbled with the front clasp of Carly's bra, wanting to match the brunette's pace. Just because she turned to butter in Carly's hands didn't mean she stopped being competitive. Sam's fingers traced the curvature of Carly's breasts as she pulled the bra away, devouring the sight with her eyes.

Carly shivered, backing the blonde against the bed and guiding her down, kissing lightly as she moved down with her, her fingernails scratching lightly over the smaller girl's abs. Sam gasped as their bare breasts came into contact, pressing against each other, her already hard nipples being unbearably stimulated. Carly's hand reached the top of Sam's pants, her fingers circling the button. "I'm not going too fast, am I?" She said, searching Sam's eyes.

Sam raised an eyebrow, panting lightly. "Are you kidding? You're not going fast enough!"

Carly laughed breathlessly in response, her hands trembling as she undid Sam's pants, tugging the zipper down.

"Oh god, Carls..." Gasped Sam as Carly's hand found its way inside Sam's pants, rubbing over her panties eagerly. The blonde's hips jerked up against Carly, Carly's lips latching onto Sam's neck. "Unh," Sam let out a grunt of frustration, half sitting up and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of Carly's skirt. She yanked the material down impatiently, lifting her hips as Carly shimmied her jeans and panties down until they were both finally naked.

Carly straddled Sam's leg, their thighs sliding together as Carly moved her knee to brush lightly against the blonde's core. Sam moaned at the direct contact, the sound caught in the back of her throat. Carly's stomach shivered at the sound, combined with the slight friction of Sam's thigh between her legs.

Carly moved her hand down from Sam's waist, brushing over her hip bone and trailing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Sam parted her legs further, pushing up against Carly eagerly. "Carls..." Groaned Sam, Carly quieting the blonde with a soft kiss, moving her fingers to touch Sam directly. The brunette was surprised at how wet her friend was, and decided to forego any further foreplay. Their whole relationship thus far had seemed like foreplay. Carly took a deep breath. She was actually going to do this; she was going to take Sam's virginity. It seemed like such a huge thing, such a responsibility, and the brunette hesitated. Maybe this wasn't the right time after all... but she took one look at Sam, bare beneath her. It was far too late to go back.

Carly slid a tentative digit into Sam, the blonde arching up against Carly with a cry. "Are you okay?" Asked Carly worriedly, searching Sam's face.

"Ah, f-fuck Carls," Sam panted. "D-don't stop."

Reassured, Carly stroked her finger against the blonde's tight walls, eliciting another moan from Sam. Carly felt her own breath grow uneven as she felt the blonde girl buck against her, their bare skin growing slick and hot with sweat, and she felt an insistent thrill of arousal race through, pumping through her veins and making every brush of her core against Sam's thigh incredibly teasing. She felt herself start to lose control, pushing into Sam harder and making the girl moan even louder, making her push herself up against Carly. Sam's thigh twitched between Carly's legs, making the brunette gasp from the sensation, feeling herself throb hotly. She twisted her finger inside Sam, searching for a spot that made the blonde jerk, her breath catching in her throat as a thrill of pleasure ran through her. Carly felt Sam start to tense, her muscles bunching as their breath shortened together, Carly driven onward by Sam. "Ngh. C-Carly... I-I'm..." Sam was cut off by the sudden wave of pleasure that crashed over her, forcing an inarticulate cry out of her, her muscles clenching tightly. Carly ground herself against Sam's thigh in a few, hard strokes, sending herself toppling over that pinnacle, coming with a gasped sob against Sam's neck, shuddering against her. They remained still for a few minutes, regaining their breath, bodies still shivering with the remnants of pleasure. Sam was the first to raise her head, licking her lips before speaking.

"That... that was... awesome." She said breathlessly, looking with amazement at Carly.

Carly rested her chin on the blonde, smiling at her. "I think you might be right."

A/N: I apologise for so many things. How long it took me to write this, the quality of it... that time I sneezed in your soup, but gave it to you anyway. So, so many things. This was a fic written without a clear plot line, only a basic idea, and it really does show, I feel. I hope at the very least it did amuse you, but I feel it is certainly the ugliest of my children. Still, uglies need love too, so review if you did like it.

Also, you have no idea how much of this I wrote not looking at the screen. I... it makes me incredibly uncomfortable to write this stuff, which is funny really, because for the most part I like it. It's just... I'm far too polite. It's like seeing my laptop naked, and it's two chicks having sex.

Btw, I love my laptop ^-^