The Greatest Secret

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own iCarly

A/N: This story details what it would be like if Sam and Freddie were secretly together during the series. Read it, I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Chapter 3 (Cuddling and Plans)

Freddie lay on his bed with his hands behind his head, he had been thinking about what had happened earlier. Carly seemed like a nice person, as did her brother, despite the fact that Spencer actually scared him. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, he wanted to make up for the things that he had said, even though Sam knew he didn't mean them.

He did have a lot of things to sort out, and his feelings for Sam were definitely something. When it came to her, he had to admit that he did have a crush on her, and he was confident that it would grow into something more. Of course, they were going to get married anyway, so it didn't really matter if it did or not, but he wanted it to, and he was sure of it. They were going to fall in love with each other, no question about that.

Soon he felt his bed shake as if someone had gotten on it, but he hadn't heard his door open, so he had no way of knowing who had gotten on the bed. He opened his right eye slightly to see a blur of beautiful golden hair moving toward him. He smiled softly as Sam draped an arm around his abdomen and rested her head on his chest, she felt warm to him. He exhaled slowly and tucked his arm underneath her and around her back, holding her close as they cuddled with each other. "You think your mom would allow this, dork," Sam asked while smiling. Freddie laughed lightly and patted Sam on the back.

"I don't think she would mind the cuddling part, actually," Freddie replied. Sam closed her eyes and squirmed as she cuddled closer to him, he was incredibly soft and warm. To him, she was equally soft and warm. There was nothing he loved more than to have her by his side. "You know what, Sam? I could definitely grow used to this." Sam smirked and lifted her head, placing her chin on his chest as she looked at him. He smiled back at her and felt the urge to kiss her running rampant through his body.

"So, what did you think of Carly? Do you like her, as like a friend, I mean." Freddie chuckled and nodded his head.

"I like any friend of yours, depending on the person."

"Oh?" Sam's lips curled upwards as she laughed at the statement. "So what did you think of her?" Freddie rubbed Sam's back a little and kept his soft smile on his face.

"She was nice, I think we might be good friends one day, but it might be a bad idea for her to come inside my apartment."

"Gee, you think?" Freddie smirked and Sam rested her head back on his chest. They knew if Carly ever came into the apartment, it would be obvious that Sam lived there. "I'm sorry about what happened back there, though…none of the harsh words I said to or about you were any words that I meant, I hope you realize that." Freddie shrugged his shoulders gently rubbed a finger on Sam's neck, hitting a certain spot on the side that always tickled her and sent shivers down her spine. She shuddered with pleasure and let out a soft sigh, causing Freddie to smirk with delight. "Nice one there, Freddie…"

"Only I know how to find that spot." Sam chuckled and rubbed her hand in circles on Freddie's abdomen. "Don't worry about what you said, Sam. I know you didn't mean them, and I hope you know that I didn't mean any harsh words I spoke, or any words of…you know what…toward Carly. What I didn't know was that Spencer was a sculptor and is very crazy. I think you forgot to warn me about that one." Sam smirked and glanced toward Freddie.

"Oh? Did I really forget to mention that part?" Freddie then took the moment to blink and think on what Sam had just said, he laughed lightly and slowly shook his head.

"You are one tricky little girl, I hope you know that."

"I take great pride in that!"

"I know, and that's one of the many things that I…" He had to wonder if it was the right time to mention the word 'love' or not, because he wasn't sure if she felt love yet. "One of the many things I adore about you, Sam."

"Aw, and I adore a lot about you, especially that one little spot on the top of your arm where the indent for that elbow is…you're very ticklish."

"Oh? I'd say that's more you." Sam's eyes widened as Freddie smirked.

"Don't do it."

"Oh I'm doing it!"

"Freddie…" Freddie placed his finger on the indent in her arm and started rubbing quickly, causing Sam to start laughing. "Freddie!" He now had her laughing uncontrollably, fond to see her actually ticklish. "Damn, how do you know all my spots?"

"Oh, well it's not hard to figure out." Freddie smirked as he placed his arm around her waist; she merely raised her eyebrow and stared at him. "A magician never reveals his secrets."

"You're no magician…"

"I could be one, you never know!" Sam laughed and gave Freddie a quick kiss on the cheek. She then rested her head back on his chest, letting him place his chin on the bed of golden hair. "So Sam, you're actually letting Carly take the blame for those flyers on the walls?"

"I had too, Mrs. Briggs would have me expelled if she figured out that I did that." Freddie chuckled and gently kissed the top of her head, causing her to blush.

"You know, I'm sure Carly's going to tell you this, but you don't have to do bad things. As much as I would love having you here all day, I would miss seeing you at school."

"Yeah, I understand, and I'll try to be nicer. Though that one kid, Gibby, I don't know about him…"

"He's the one that made fun of you back in third and fourth grade, right?" Sam nodded her head in response and Freddie softly exhaled, smiling at her. "Then if you want to pick on him, I say go for it. Though, if anyone insults you, do you think I could give a little something?"

"Nah, people might think we're together, but then, it probably doesn't matter all that much. I would love that you want to defend me, but I think I can defend myself unless something really bad happens. This person that called me aggressive, as Carly said, I'll have a talk with him. You don't have to worry about a thing, just keep pretending to like Carly, unless you don't want to." Freddie gave a slight shrug and lifted his hand to Sam's arm, rubbing it gently.

"I think you'll have to be the first one to make that call. All I'm going to do is pretend to like her, and if you tell me to do otherwise, I'll do it. Assuming it's a good thing, that is."

"Aw, does that mean you won't be my little criminal sidekick?" Freddie laughed and kissed the top of her head again.

"Depends, I don't think I'd want to smash Mrs. Briggs's car with eggshells."

"Ooh! That's a good idea, why didn't I think of that!"

"You are a bad, bad girl." Sam smirked and quickly positioned herself on top of Freddie, looking into his eyes. He was smirking back at her with equal intensity.

"Why thank you, Freddie. I'm going to take it as a compliment!" Freddie held his smirk and placed his hands on her waist.

"I meant it as one. You're so bad, I'm surprised Mom actually lets you live here."

"Nice. You're too goody, that I'm shocked your mom isn't actually insane." Sam blinked for a moment and chuckled briefly. "Wait, that might be a good thing if she was."

"Maybe we'll have to talk to her about that. You know, if she's extra pushy and crazy, she can also help to make it look like my family life is too weird and Carly could lose her crush on me."

"Yeah, you have a good point. I have to say, that's a great brain you have there."

"Do you want to kiss it?" Sam tilted her head and puckered her lips.

"Aw, the dork wants me to kiss him." Freddie smirked and pierced her with his gaze.

"Well if you want to, but I should warn you, I may kiss you first." Sam laughed and lowered her body onto his, gently kissing his forehead.

"No, I think I'll have first kiss on your head." Of course, they hadn't yet experienced their first actual kiss. They knew the kissing on the lips would be for a special time, and they figured it would come in time. "Let's keep our first kiss sacred, though." Freddie nodded in agreement and watched as Sam rolled off of him and lay next to him. "That was great, Freddie. You know, those little heated debates we had, did you get a thrill from them?"

"You felt that too?"

"So you thought they were? It felt like we were playing a game almost."

"Yeah…it was like a game where we could have our 'us' time while in the midst of people who we know. Plus, it's fun to see who can make the best comeback and so forth."

"Yeah, and I totally won." Sam snickered and Freddie rolled his eyes while smiling at her. He quickly flipped over and positioned himself on top of her, causing her to gasp as she gazed up into his eyes. She held her mouth open slightly and started to feel the heat rising in her body. "Wow…I guess you win in some matters, Freddie, like managing to take my breath away." Freddie smirked and lowered himself, gently kissing her forehead. He then lifted himself up slightly and continued to gaze into her eyes.

"I would be willing to say that you are the one that takes my breath away."

"I do hope you two don't get any further than that on that bed," A voice said. Sam quickly pushed Freddie off of him and they looked over to see Emily leaning against the wall, her arms were crossed and a smirk was on her face. Both teens chuckled nervously and got off of the bed.

"We weren't doing anything, Ms. Benson," Sam said while blushing lightly.

"Yeah, we know our limits," Freddie said as he nodded. Emily smiled and walked toward Sam and Freddie.

"I know that, I'm just messing with you after all. Odd, you didn't hear me come in a while back, but I guess you were too wrapped up in what you were doing to notice." Emily smirked and both Sam and Freddie began to blush deeper. "I came to say that lunch was ready. By the way, I heard what you said earlier, about wanting me to act crazier."

"Uh, well…" Emily smiled and knelt down to their level, looking them directly in the eyes.

"I think I can manage to do that, if it is what you guys want. I'm sure I can act as crazy as possible."

"Well, overprotective works." Emily chuckled and rubbed Freddie's head, causing him to groan slightly. "Aw, mom…not while Sam is here!"

"She's always here, Freddie, what am I to do since she lives here?"

"Oh…" Sam and Emily both laughed as Emily slowly stood up.

"I can do overprotective. Do you want me overprotective of one of you, or both of you?"

"How about just me, and we spare Sam?"

"I can worry about myself, dork," Sam said while playfully hitting his shoulder. Emily smiled and folded her arms across her chest.

"Okay then, I'll be overprotective of Freddie. Besides, I don't think that should be too hard. Freddie, let's get you a bib and a towel to place on you so you don't spill any food on your new clothes! Whoo!" Emily jumped lightly and laughed as she walked out of the bedroom. "Come on, you two, lunch is served!"

"Sam, I'm scared," Freddie stated in a quiet voice.

"I think that's acceptable," Sam responded. "Oh Freddie, what do you think about me spending the night at Carly's every so often?"

"Why do that?"

"Well, that way, there's less chance that she's going to figure out that you and I live together."

"Oh, well that seems like a good idea. Don't make it too often, because I'll miss you." Sam smiled as Freddie placed his hand around her waist, she rested her head on his shoulder and sighed as they started walking.

"Never…I wouldn't want you to miss me too much." Freddie laughed and the couple made their way into the kitchen to see what Emily had made for them.

Well, I hope you liked this chapter. We see a few plans being made, so that's nice. Keep in mind that though this follows the series, it won't be so many chapters per episode. Only the first episodes will have many chapters. There will be chapters based in between episodes too. Trust me though, you're going to enjoy this.