Author's Note: This chapter in not NSFW, but pushes the boundary. Next chapter will be. Enjoy. Also: thanks to whoever posted this story in r/Smaude. Represent.

Wednesday Night

Sam

I read the words, again and again.

'Kiss!'

'Smooch.'

And the occasional 'What Do You Do With A Sammy Bashor?' verse written out in full.

I was a little bit uncomfortable. I had never been one for public displays of affection but I could already feel in the inevitable coming, some viewers already pushing the point;

'At #1MillionNerds Make Smaude Kiss!'

Oh god.

What if I was awful, or strange, or Maude and I just didn't have the spark?

Or even worse, she didn't want to kiss me...

In the early moments of the stream, we had both ignored all the comments, and they tended to fade out during games, but in between breaks, and when Maude and I were alone on the couch or at the table they would come back in full force. I shifted uncomfortably in my position as we were set to go back on stage to do Two Truths and A Lie. I was already slightly tipsy, I had never handled my liquor well and we had been taking shots during the stream.

"Hey Sam, you're on in 5."

"Thanks Andreas."

I took a deep breath.

Maude

I had been dropping hint, after hint, after hint during this stream that I wanted Sam to kiss me.

I wasn't sure if he was testing my patience, ignoring the Smaude shippers or being plain dull, but Sam just wouldn't acknowledge any of the advances I was trying to make.

But he couldn't ignore this.

I took a large gulp of beer before coming to the last round of truths and lies. Sam went first, and he somehow got cuter.

"I tried to rewatch the original Star Wars trilogy so I could bring up more references."

I couldn't help my face as I flushed red. He was adorable, and I was hoping my ovaries didn't implode before I blew his mind.

I guessed correctly and more alcohol began to flow. I was about to forfeit the game, but I couldn't care less.

"If you know anyone who likes Smaude, tell them to tune in now."

My warning seemed to throw Sam, he had the look of a confused drunk and he always was a worrier. His expression made me more anxious; did he not want this to happen?

He heard my first lie with no problems.

The comments continued to flood the chat, with more confused comments and others making bets on the next few lies. I continued:

"You once said that you were a good kisser so convincingly that I've always wondered what it's like to kiss you." Sam froze in place.

The entire studio was silent apart from a few nervous coughs and my mumbling trying to salvage any dignity I had. Sam's eyes were wide and scared, like an animal caught in headlights. I reckon I was driving the car. He looked at everyone's faces, trying to gauge a general reaction, and figure out how he should react himself.

The comments were going wild with different variations of Smaude.

I threw the game by telling him an obvious lie about the reason I used Bunny as his pet name. Little cunt.

Sam

Oh god. God. Golly. Gosh. Shit.

Shit. I mean, what can I say to that? Whitney kind of helped me out, by giving me some time to deal with what just happened.

"Like, you don't need any number of subscribers to kiss," Raising her eyebrows at Maude and raising her drink, "But a million."

After arguing that I was too drunk to decide the number, we did settle on the million. I mean, I would kiss Maude at any number, but I just wished our first didn't have to be in front of all my coworkers and eleven thousand people.

We finished the bit, and I tried to continue like nothing happened, but the elephant in the room between us made me feel like I needed a break. I rushed to the bathroom, did my business and came back, where I was stopped by Andreas.

"You've been off air for 5 minutes, and we have gained over 1000 subs. I didn't think we were actually going to achieve it in this stream, but even if it continues at half this rate we will finish early."

"What number are we on now?" I asked anxiously.

"About 997K."

"Oh. Good."

"Are you worried about your kiss? Calm down man, we all know you've wanted it for a while." He gave me a sly smirk and walked off to deal with technical issues.

Sofia approached me and told me she was going to have Maude and I dressed up like a Met Gala and ran off to the prop closet. I didn't quite understand at the time until she came back with our "outifits" later on.

Time passes, whether you're stationary or not.

I was stationary, and the indication of the time that was passing was the sub counter rising. Two up, one down, five up, zeros down.

I was dressed in a black tuxedo that I actually thought made me look good - I was never one for fancy dress.

As we approached the last thirty, Maude and Whitney walked on to set. My heart skipped a beat, I became breathless, and nothing else mattered. I noticed Whitney for a half-second; she was beautiful in her deep blue dress but Maude looked gorgeous, and I had to think about closing my mouth as she walked by as my jaw had dropped. Her black dress sweeper across the ground, and the gold on her chest matched her long, flowing blonde hair and complimented her blue eyes. I tried to relax myself by becoming more confident and giving myself motivational mental messages - this was gonna be one of the many kisses to come. Hopefully. We got on set as we approached the last five and we smashed the million, not going one up but going fifty over in the span of 15 seconds. Her speech made my eyes water and tugged at my heart strings that I'd no longer be able to see my best friend everyday.

After some readjustment and champagne, I held Maude with one hand, and leaned in.

I had a technique which made me a good kisser - start soft, check, then break slightly -

I definitely didn't expect her tongue that early.

I was thrown off and I recoiled back out of surprise, before going in for one last friendly peck. As we ended the stream, I noticed Maude mouthing "He's okay." With a wiggle of her hand behind me on the big screen.

That wouldn't stand.

Maude

The after party was in full swing and we were all not in the state to be driving home. It was the first time we partied this hard in a while. I walked up to the fridge in the break room to grab another drink when Sam walked in.

"Maude, did you say I was okay?"

"Yeah, you were fine."

"That's not fair!"

"I mean it was good." Not to mention the imaginary sparks that flew as we collided.

"I was thrown off by your tongue."

"It's an Aussie kiss mate." I slurred slightly and tried to catch myself.

"It was live streamed, and I was nervous, and it had to be PG, and I was in that shitty suit!" He had taken off the jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, with suspenders holding the trousers up. I disagreed with his comment; the suit made him a gentleman and I wasn't sure whether I preferred nerdy Sam or sexy Sam.

"Show me then." I put it out there, whether he understood or not.

"Huh?"

"Show me." He seemed to catch the message this time, as the distance between us was closed very quickly, until our noses were inches apart.

He put both arms around my waist and roughly brought his hips to mine as he looked down on me. Despite what I expected to be a rough kiss, he again started softly. I closed my eyes and I didn't try to slip any tricks in this time and I let him take charge. We continued for around 30 seconds before coming back up for air, and even then stayed an inch apart as we caught our breath.

"It would be good for a 12 yea-" He broke off my sentence by kissing me again, slightly harder this time, and pushed me against the counter. My eyes shut in the passion. He slid his right hand from my waist to the bottom of my thigh and slip it up till it was positioned just below my butt. He ran his index finger in patterns only he could decipher, and created a tingling sensation that ran up my spine. His left hand was raised to hold the side of my face and control me, and he changed between playing with my hair, earlobes and running his fingers down my jawline. After what felt like an eternity, he broke off slightly, keeping our foreheads clashed together.

"You're good." I said, slightly breathless.

"We aren't done." He whispered coarsely before closing the gap again. My eyes closed involuntarily. His right hand shifted on to my ass and he grabbed it firmly, making me gasp slightly, and changed his left to squeeze gently on the bottom of my throat, making me lose my breath slightly more and increasing the enjoyment. He licked my lips and his tongue demanded entry, and his danced with mine, setting off fireworks in every motion. As he broke the kiss, he bit on my lower lip and I moaned slightly. I never even imagined he could be half this kinky; it was a new side of Sam I wanted to see again.

Even while his mouth was busy, I peeked open one eye to look down on him and I could tell her was smirking. He began to peck the edges of my mouth and moved towards my jaw line, kissing up before moving towards my ears and nibbled on the lobe, before slipping into my neck and pushing my hair back. He began to tug my hair which only increased the pleasure as he kissed my neck, as I craned my neck up to open up the area as I moaned and looked blearily towards the ceiling.

"Christ, Sam." I whispered as he continued.

"Say," He panted, "It." I knew what he meant, and I wasn't in the position to test his patience.

"You're a g-good kisser. Really good. Excellent."

He broke it off and moved his hands back to my waist as he looked at me.

"And don't you ever forget it."

I was giddy and giggling like a school girl. It was definitely better than making out with Sam's 'cardboid' cutout.

If sparks flew last time, a second Big Bang just occurred.

"Let's get back to the party, shall we?" I was being brought back to Earth with his sensible ideas, but it was against my will. He turned to leave and I grabbed his wrist firmly to stop him from moving.

"We aren't done yet." Copying his phrase from earlier in my sweetest, most innocent voice and pout.

Sam

I was not going to do dirty things in my workplace. Well at least this one. Fuck my lifeguard job.

But with Maude making those eyes, dressed the way she was, I could barely resist. I was drunk, but I couldn't take advantage of her like this.

"Maude, we can't. You're not coherent."

"Yes I am." Her voice was silky smooth, and her Australian accent drove me crazy. I tried to take a deep breath, but instead I let out a deep, ancestral growl, one so low it was barely audible, but Maude caught it.

"See Sammy, you can't resist."

"Maude..." She grabbed me by my suspenders and pulled me close, before looping her arms over my neck and putting her forehead to mine.

"Please?"

"You're not rational-"

"Don't say no." She was pleading and begging for me. My entire body screamed take her and show her what I was made of, but my brain said that this was Maude, my best friend and now ex-coworker; but a deeper part, something hidden away and ancient told me to be ravenous and crazy, to pin her down and have her moaning all night long. When her request was met by silence, she pecked me on the lips:

"Sam."

Another kiss on the chin. I let out a shaky breath and tried to keep my cool.

"Please."

Once again, she kissed me on my jawline, and traced circles on my chest with her index fingers.

"What do ya do with a Sammy Bashor...?" She grinned cheekily at me, and her sing song voice ran again;

"What d'ya do with a Sammy Bashor?"

I usually hated being called Sammy but Maude's voice was angelic.

I couldn't help myself from tensing up, my arms gripped her tightly as I held her by her waist. She suddenly moved very sensually and became much closer, inches away from my face.

"What do you do, Sammy Bashor?" She whispered into my ear, the tune gone. Usually I was grossed out by the action but the sensation was incredible and I couldn't help myself. I leaned for another kiss, just a brief one, when I heard footsteps down the corridor.

"Bet ya Sam's smashing Maude's back doors in." I could hear the voice of Andreas, obviously loud; almost trying to warn me to not 'smash Maude's back doors in" in the break room, coming down the corridor.

A sense of panic set in as Maude and I made eye contact, before we both jogged as quickly as we could while being silent. She ducked in to the room where we had our desks and hid.

She giggled quietly, one hand covering her mouth and the other holding her stomach. I held the desk and let out a sigh of relief and I briefly turned away from her.

Maude

I couldn't help myself. I was definitely not sober - but I knew that I'd want the same thing everyday for the rest of my life, with alcohol or not.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his back.

"Aw bunny, I'm gonna miss you."

"I'm gonna miss you too, Maude."

"I'm also letting you know that you have complete consent to have sex with me right now. And I want it."

He looked back over his shoulder with raised eyebrows and a calculating look.

"You should never keep a lady waiting Sammy."

Before I could react, he had switched positions with me, pressing down on my back against desk. In my surprise I whipped my arm out, knocking my Storm Trooper PES Dispenser off my desk onto my floor, and a few trinkets slipped off of his.

He pressed against my pelvis with his groin, his arms spread slightly wider than mine across the desk, as he craned his neck over my shoulder, panting heavily on to my neck, letting me feel his wet breath against the back of my neck. I let out a little yelp in shock. The hairs on the back of my head stood up with the sensation, and he whispered in my ear.

"Sorry about your candy." Sam hated it when people whispered in his ear because of "mouth noises" but his deep, somber voice alone made me shiver and melt in my spot.

"It's okay, it wasn't any good anyway. Sorry about your toys." My voice was shaky and my breathing was erratic.

He spun me around once more and placed his hands on my rib cage, taking a second to pause and just stare at me.

"Sam?"

"Shh," He rose a finger to my lips, "I'm admiring. God, you're gorgeous, aren't you?"

Leaning into him, I said the only thing that mattered since day one. I could only be nakedly honest now.

"I can be yours if you want."

He smiled and engulfed me in a deep, passionate kiss, with no lust, only passion and romance. That quickly changed as I grabbed him by his shirt collar and his hand moved to my hips and began to tug up my dress. I bit on his neck and sucked as his hands crept onto his bum and he put his fingers on the waist band of my thong.

Sam

I couldn't take any more consent.

I felt slightly guilty about the fact that if she didn't want this tomorrow morning it would ruin us forever - our friendship, our relationship, everything we've done in the past year. But this moment itself immortalised and triumphed all the memories I had with her. Plus I was swaying slightly myself, I had drank a lot in the past two hours. I flipped her over again so she was facing away from me, leaning over the desks and whipped the palm of my hand onto her ass. She let out a small whimper (of which Will called the bitch noise, your most sensitive and open moments were accompanied by this) and in a very small voice she whispered "Harder." I complied with anything and everything she wanted and slapped her again. I got down onto my knees, took the middle of the band of her panties in my mouth, and with a little wiggle and cooperation from my hands and her legs, they slipped straight off and onto the floor.