Her mind-reading abilities were on the fritz.
Something was taking a hold of her.
That was the only way she could explain it.
Although it was Sam who kissed her first, it was Carly who took her hand and pulled her inside through the window. It was Carly who instructed the blonde to sit down on her bed. It was Carly who joined her and rested their foreheads together, her nose bumping playfully with Sam's, inviting the girl to continue with her advances.
"Carly, I need to tell y-" Sam's lips were then abruptly, pleasantly, occupied by Carly's, and any indignant protest she could have come up with quickly died. The brunette's tongue flicked out and ran across the blonde's bottom lip.
With every kiss and every stroke, a rush of images was flooding the young psychic's mind. Emotions were overwhelming her sensibilities. "Just touch me," she whispered. Sam didn't have to be told twice. Her warm hands ran up underneath Carly's shirt, trailing up the small of her back. It was so smooth. Everything was so smooth.
Carly's mind flashed with a memory from Sam's perspective.
From across the play yard, a young brunette girl sat at a table with her lunch, her stocking-covered legs kicking back and forth. She made eye contact briefly with the blonde and smiled at her brightly. A young ruffian's heart had skipped a beat.
Sam moved her lips from Carly's mouth and trailed gentle kisses up her cheekbone to just underneath her ear. She kissed and suckled at the tender flesh there. Carly closed her eyes and leaned into it. She felt Carly's hands gather in her golden hair to keep her close.
Warm hands excitedly clasped hers and pulled her into an embrace. They had found all of their chicks and they were safe in their incubator! And although Sam was only mildly excited and moreso hungry, one look into the wild jubilation in Carly's eyes and a rush of exhilaration passed through her. Her joy was contagious. How could her best friend have such an effect on her?
Carly let slip a purr of pleasure before reaching behind herself to find Sam's hand on her back. She brought it in front of herself momentarily distracting the blonde who ceased her loving attention on Carly's neck to examine her. Doing the most to savor this feeling that was thrumming in her skin, Carly closed her eyes before bringing her lips to tenderly kiss Sam's knuckles one by one. These knuckles that had so fiercely defended her over the years.
Rage. Pure rage was coursing through her veins as she saw Jocelyn's oversized behemoth arms push Carly down in the Groovy Smoothie. Nobody got away with treating Carly less than what she deserved. "Get her, Sam." And those were the only words that mattered to her at that instance.
Sam was feeling lightheaded. Carly… was literally taking her breath away. The brunette had taken Sam's hand and ran it up her slim stomach to rest on top of her bra covered breast. It was made of simple sheer cotton and Sam had inadvertently brushed up against it plenty of times but this time... it was so different. This was a level of intimacy that had never been explored. It was an invitation to touch Carly not as a friend, but as a lover. There had only been one other time when Sam had felt this short-winded before.
Sam peered down over the Japanese countryside. Her body was trembling. Glancing over to her side, she made eye contact with Carly and saw her fear reflected back to her. She bit her lip and summoned enough courage for both of them. "You ready?" She asked her. Her brave front seemed to have an impact on Carly who visibly relaxed and nodded. Sam knew that she could jump off the top of the world if Carly was at her side.
The falling feeling of skydiving didn't hold a candle to this. Carly pulled Sam to her with urgent hands, caressing and rubbing everything she could find: Sam's waist, Sam's hips, Sam's thighs. She kissed the blonde, hot and open-mouthed, her tongue tangling with its counterpart in frenzied curiosity. This was Sam. SAM. Her Sam who had been with her all along with these feelings that managed to slip by her. Who was this secret person who had eluded her for all these years?
She was on the verge of tears. She hated fighting with Carly and due to her stubbornness, they almost got killed. She rubbed at her tender wrists and arms that were red from the strain of holding Carly up and not letting her fall from the window washers' platform. A tingling sensation began to return to her numb fingers.
Sam felt herself being slowly guided down to lay on her back. As her head hit the pillow, Carly clambered on top of her and crossed her arms in front of her to grasp at the hem of her shirt. Pulling it up and over her head, Carly tossed the garment behind her. Her lusty gaze then moved to Sam's offensive article of clothing and began pawing at it. With thumbs hooked at the fringe of Sam's shirt, she crept it upwards, taking the fabric with it revealing the sleek, soft skin of the blonde's toned tummy. A sharp inhale came from the girl as she felt her best friend's tongue circling her belly button.
Rain. A drop of rain had landed above Carly's eyebrow to run down her cheek. Its course winded around her mouth and dropped off her chin onto the cold pavement outside of the Seattle Beat studio. Their sign was utterly destroyed as was their pride but nevertheless Carly had never looked more beautiful as drops of water clung to her eyelashes and her skin. How could Sam be envious of rain?
The storm of making out calmed into something much more subdued. Moving lips were much more tender and a far bit softer. Cheeks and noses grazed one another whimsically. Fluttering eyelashes danced as they gave each another playful butterfly kisses. The soft cotton and lace of their bras rubbed together in torturous pleasure but there was no rush to force anything or jump too quickly. Sam ran her tongue along Carly's lips, tasting the sweet lip gloss there. Carly claimed her tongue and sucked on it lightly. The two girls began to enjoy one another at this innocent pace, drinking in the sensations like fine wine.
Freddie and Carly dancing in the studio, feet hovering above the ground. His arms were wrapped around her as though they were always meant to be there. Carly looked… happy. There was this hole in Sam's stomach that was turning her inside out. She felt utterly… destroyed.
Carly tore her lips away from Sam's. Her visions were beginning to have a physical impact on her. The last one was leaving her shaking. "Why did you never tell me?" she panted from above Sam, her eyes still dark and heavy-lidded from their midnight activities.
Sam did her best to ignore the moonlit view of ample cleavage Carly was affording her in her position. "Because I didn't want anything to change. I wanted to stay close to you and I thought that if you knew, it would've driven you away like it does with everyone else in my life." Sam shrugged her shoulders.
At that moment, Sam looked so vulnerable, fragile and breakable that Carly's heart ached to care for her. The brunette leaned down and brushed her cheek against Sam's in comfort. She kissed Sam's earlobe gingerly and whispered into it, "I'm not going anywhere…" Her voice was velvety and sure. "You mean the world to me too."
Sam turned her head and her jaded turquoise eyes connected with Carly's sincere chocolate ones. The tips of her lips curved upwards into a trusting grin. Sam knew that Carly was telling the truth. Without knowing how to respond or what else to do, she did the first thing that came to mind. "RAWR!" Sam roared out as she flipped Carly onto her back and began mauling at her neck like a ferocious and hungry tiger.
"Ahhhhh!" Carly half laughed and half cried out in mock fear before turning her head to steal more tiger kisses and tickle at Sam's exposed ribs.
The cold was creeping into Spencer's bones as he trudged along the sidewalk still looking for the trouble-making blonde. Carly and Freddie had already decided to visit all of her hot-spot locations, smoothie shops, pizzerias, weineries, arcades while he was appointed to wander around the outskirts of town. It was all very creepy and Spencer was feeling creeped out and it was not a very enjoyable feeling.
Walking past a lumber yard, Spencer briefly considered engineering a trap of sorts involving a ham, a rope and a wooden cage to try to catch Sam with. Spencer had found that since he was young, he had been a Master Catcher! He could catch anything he put his mind to. Birds, mice, fish, photographers' cats that liked to claw his face off, dandruff, a bad flu…
Except tonight, he was feeling a little aimless. His strength was in his hands. Anything he could solve by building something or manually fixing something, he trusted himself with. However, the emotions and dilemmas of the teenage girl was something else entirely that he was constantly trying to understand. How did Sam find possession of a golf club that he used in his sculpture displayed in an art gallery that was broken into? He wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt; he liked to believe that Sam was smarter than to get involved with any kind of crime. But deep down, he knew that it was a real possibility. And if that was true, he couldn't have her coming around the apartment to visit with Carly anymore.
"Hey! Are you the great artist Spencer Shay?" A voice called out from an obscured alleyway.
Spencer's slumped shoulders perked up, mostly because of his being tense in the middle of the night, a twinge because he was feeling self-admiration that he had been recognized. "Uhm… yes? Are you familiar with my work? Did you want an autograph?"
Three stocky men jumped out from behind the shadows. "No hombre, we wanted to pay you back for being the brother of the girl who put Alfonso and Raul in jail." Spencer never saw the bat coming as it cracked him in the ribs. He was overwhelmed with the taste of blood as a knuckle crashed into his jaw. He fell unconscious as a sledgehammer shattered his hand.
The sizzle and smell was bound to wake her up soon. Carly smiled to herself as she used her spatula to flip over the three slices of bacon and poke at the sunny-side-up eggs to check the hardness of yolk. It was a little burnt at the bottom. Carly had accidentally set the stove too high in her dreamy state of functioning. This whole morning, from waking up in Sam's arms to coming downstairs to cook breakfast, Carly felt the sensation of floating, even moreso than she had the night before with Freddie.
Speaking of, Freddie then marched right into her living room at that moment with his perfectly combed hair and his perfectly laundered and coordinated button-up shirt and slacks to sit at the counter and break her train of thought. "Hey Carly," he started, "I have a few ideas on where we can look for Sam."
As if on cue, Sam chose then to skip down the stairs in the clothes she had been wearing the night before, her hair a ridiculous, tangled mess. Carly couldn't help but to swoon to herself a little. A sexy, gorgeous, ridiculous, tangled mess. Carly plated the eggs and bacon and turned to Freddie, winking at him, "I already found her last night. Did you want some breakfast, Freddie?"
Sam reached her arms around Carly and hugged her from behind, pecking her on the cheek. She ignoring the weird stare from Freddie as she offered, "Yeah, you can have mine. I can wait on the next serving." She sprung to the fridge to pour herself some milk. Freddie blinked.
"Sure…" Freddie responded warily to Sam's friendliness and public display of affection. He smoothed a hand through his hair as she bounced to the living room and picking up the remote, began to flip through the channels with a thumb that pulsed at an unnatural speed. Putting his palm up to his cheek, he leaned over to Carly and asked her, "Did you ever find out how Sam got a hold of Spencer's golf club?"
Carly slid the plate in front of him with a fork at the ready and a small bottle of ketchup, "Yeah, Sam said that she stumbled on it in a dumpster. The light of the metal must've caught her eye. You know how she likes shiny things," Carly mentioned, endearment woven through her voice.
"Do you believe her?" Freddie asked skeptically.
"Of course, why wouldn't I? The burglars must've realized they needed to ditch the evidence from robbing the art gallery and Sam found it... What are you getting at?" Carly cracked open another doomed egg into the pan. It hissed in turmoil at the heat.
"Incoming news on the Masked Marauders!" The local Seattle news channel blared out. Carly and Freddie strolled from the counter to throw themselves on either sides of Sam on the couch as they attentively watched the news coverage. "It looks as though the wave of crime that's hit Seattle has been attributed to a daring duo. We have today a drawn rendering of one of the suspects in question! Thanks to a brave security guard, he was able to recollect and communicate to our police sketch artist the facial details of the female known as Dorothy!" A black and white sketch of a girl's face popped up on the screen. Freddie grimaced at the image, Carly tilted her head in puzzlement and Sam fell backwards in laughter.
"Are those horns?" Freddie shook his head, questioning in awe.
"And fangs!" Sam crowed out in the middle of giggling.
"And it looks like, a hoof…" Carly finished. "Dorothy must've scared the wits out of him."
"Yeah…" Sam agreed as she stretched out her arms lazily and propped her feet up on the coffee table. "That girl must be a bad-ass mofo. I know that I'd hate to mess with her."
"Which dumpster was it?" Freddie asked her casually.
"Huh?" Sam looked to her side, a question written on her face.
"Which dumpster did you find the golf club in?"
"Oh. Well, the one near my house." Sam simply explained.
"Wow," Freddie feigned surprise. "Your apartment is pretty far from the art gallery. It's pretty coincidental that the burglars ended up throwing the evidence away in that area."
Sam's eyes narrowed at him. Freddie returned to her a knowing glare.
Author's Note: Thank you to XxLOV3islik3aROS3xX, purpleheart10, and icon777 for reviewing.
Now, I promised to explain my reason for a Cam pairing in this story. Mainly three reasons: 1. The first reviewer to my first story ever is coffeerunt who is a Cam shipper. This was more of a thank you than anything. 2. I've noticed that Cam is underserved in this community. I figured that it would be more of a contribution than in the Seddie/Creddie archive. 3. I went with a really organic approach. I wasn't trying to force a preplanned romance. I laid out the characters without any preconceptions and I found that my writing drifted to the two girls in the story. Just happened to be that way.
So, although not all of my stories will be Cam, count on this one meandering that general direction. :) As for whether it will ever hit the M rating for risky business. Um... I don't know. Writing make-out/sex scenes is super-awkward for me. I tried to make it good. It's a possibility.
By the way, I apologize for how long this one took. College is taking a toll from me. I'll try to get a chapter in every two weeks at the least.