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Carly stared up at her ceiling – and the deepest, most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.

"Are you ready for this?" Sam asked, genuinely concerned. This was her Cupcake, after all. Her precious Carly Shay.

Sam brushed a curl from Carly's cheek tenderly. She wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. For Carly Shay, Sam wanted the planets to align, the moon to blot out the sun, and lions to lay down with lambs. She was Carly Shay. She deserved this.

"Sam?"

"Yes, Cupcake?"

"Shut up."

Sam was nervous – Carly knew that, of course. They were in uncharted waters, flailing blindly, but they both needed this. Carly Shay was tired of living for the masses. Tonight, only Sam Puckett mattered.

"Carls… I… I…" Sam was flustered.

"Here! Let me make it easy for you!" Carly thought. She grabbed Sam's neck forcefully and drew her close, kissing her deeply. Sam responded in kind. Her fingers fumbled with Carly's bra, one she hadn't seen before. It was proving more difficult than Sam could have ever anticipated.

"Work faster, Puckett! I'm dyin' here…"

"Shut it, Shay!"

"Sam…" Carly whined, desperation creeping into her voice. "Please?"

Finally, after what seemed to Carly like an eternity, her new designer bra had fallen away, leaving her completely exposed. She was completely vulnerable. Completely at the mercy of Samantha Puckett. The couple locked eyes once again.

Carly finally saw what she wanted to see. Finally, after a little bit of prodding, she saw the spark in those beautiful, deep, baby blues. She had seen her 'Samness' – Everything Carly loved. Everything Sam kept hidden. At the same time, she felt a sharp pain, yet she loved it. Sam Puckett's teeth were digging into her neck.

"Oh my God, Sam… Sam… Sam… God…" Carly's words were heated and rushed. Her vocal chords where operating independently of the brunette's brain.

Sam eased up, kissing her gently. The skin of Carly's neck was now red and inflamed. Carly couldn't possibly care less. She reached for Sam's chest, playfully fumbling for the buttons of her white dress shirt. One by one, the buttons failed, rewarding Carly with an ever-expanding view of Sam's toned, naked chest and stomach. She was in awe. Women weren't meant to be built this way, were they? Perfection of this order was reserved almost exclusively for museum pieces.

"I love you, Carls. I love you so much. I can't believe…"

"Really, Sam? Must I do everything?" she thought. "Your Cupcake's not so innocent…"

Carly reached for Sam's beltline, her fingers slick . She fumbled with Sam's pants. They needed to come off.

Carly pulled Sam to her again, her partner's mouth coming to rest on Carly's bare collarbone. A kiss. Sam's hand wandered slowly over Carly's stomach. The butterflies that lived there burst into flight.

"Sam, I love you. Please… I need you… Sam…"

Blonde ringlets fell forward, as Carly Shay's weight shifted beneath her. After a series of amateurish missteps, Sam Puckett was ready, her entire life building to a crescendo – this one moment. She was about to have a religious experience. She was about to stare into the face of God and live. A God who looked remarkably like Carlotta Taylor Shay.

"I love you, Cupcake…"

She lowered her head to Carly's chest, blonde curls brushing the most important space – to Sam – on Carly's entire body. She swore she could hear it – Carly's heart. It was beating in time with her own. Instinctively, Sam placed her hands on Carly's chest, marveling at how different Carly's body was from her own. She felt her partner's body shudder at the slightest touch.

"Carls, do you want me…"

"Don't ask! Just do!"

Carly felt Sam's lips flutter kisses across her stomach and chest. She only hoped…

"Sam! OH MY GOD!" Carly's fingers gripped her sheets, strangling them as her hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

Sam's lips and tongue had found their mark. She wanted to stay there for days.

"Sam, yes… more… right there…"

The room was spinning. She was seeing spots. She had gone momentarily deaf. Never before had Carly known that two people could fit together so simply; complement each other so utterly and completely. Electricity once again lit the base of Carly's spine. Sam Puckett had given her everything she could have ever asked for in the world.

"Sam…Love…Oh…God…Wonderfu-…Can't…Breathe…"

Carly struggled to right herself. She was a beached whale. She fumbled for Sam, though none of her muscles would coordinate with one another. She could only lay there and struggle for breath.

Sam looked into Carly's now flushed face, those warm chocolate eyes now brimming with tears. Sam could tell that her precious, precious Cupcake was perfectly well. These tears were coming not out of sadness or pain, but after the release of their long unrequited love. Both of their bodies were reacting to one another in ways they could not have imagined. The fear had subsided, but they were still children riding with training wheels. There was so much more to learn. Then things would be perfect. Emboldened by that realization, the trademark Puckett swagger returned to her.

"Who do you belong to, Carly Shay?" A crooked, coy smile played across Sam's face.

"Sam's…Sam's…Cupcake…" She panted, her breathing returning to something like normal.

"I love you, Carls. I hope I didn't disappoint you…"

"Oh, God…" Carly groaned, her body's muscle memory finally relaxing. "Sam… you could never… I love you."

She scrambled to Sam. Though their moment had since passed, she needed Sam. Her eyes were heavy and swollen, but she absolutely needed more from her tonight. Within minutes, Carly Shay was fast asleep, her head resting comfortably on Sam Puckett's torso.

There would be other moments. There would be other nights. She would own them. She would share them with Carly and Carly alone. For now, however, Sam Puckett was content to lay there in silence, watching her precious Cupcake dream. One thing was certain. The Soup Monster would haunt Sam Puckett no longer.