49A/N: It had definitely been a while. I've been writing in so many directions that it has really been difficult to complete any one thing. I don't even know if I'll be posting any of the other things I've been working on with all the changes that may be coming to this site (*cough*content restrictions*cough*), so hopefully you will all be able to continue enjoying this story until it is finished! For the record, I HAVE NOT ABANDONED THIS STORY AND DO NOT PLAN TO. But, that isn't to say I will not become bored of it if it loses readers and personal interest. Regardless, I hope you like this chapter (:
Freddie arches a brow. "So, that's really why you don't eat clams?"
Carly shrugs. "They gross me out completely now."
Freddie nods his head in understanding while looking over at the couch. "Is Sam asleep?" Freddie asks, motioning to the now dozing blonde.
"Looks like it."
The brunette boy shakes his head and chuckles. It was so like her, he thinks to himself while collecting his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "Wanna come up to the studio and help me test the new sound modules? I could use a hand," Freddie says, already heading toward the elevator. You shrug, figuring it would not hurt to lend a hand.
"Sure," you reply, boarding the lift with your fellow brunette. As the door slides shut, you notice that Freddie has a pensive look on his face. "Is there something on your mind?" You wonder if it could be about Sam, because she was certainly on her mind a little more than usual, at least, ever since that weekend when… the incident, as you have agreed with the blonde to call it henceforth.
He rubs the back of his neck and smiles. "Nothing major, I was just wondering if Sam gets morning wood," he admits. "I mean, since all guys do."
Carly's eyes get wide. "All of them?"
"And it usually happens at least a few times at night," he adds informatively. The lift arrives at the iCarly studio, door sliding open. They step into the room and Carly is silent as she attempts to process the new information she was absorbing. "You didn't know that?" Freddie asks, judging by the look on her face.
Carly casts her unimpressed gaze onto Freddie. "As if I would know about that kind of stuff," she retorts. "So, what of these new sound things?"
"Basically, with these new sound modules installed properly, we'll finally be able to broadcast our sound for the show in high definition."
"Oh, awesome, I think I remember you talking about that once or twice."
Freddie shakes his head. "I've been talking about them for the last three months," he notifies her.
Carly raises both eyebrows and gives the tech producer a blank stare and he just sighs and holds an orange cable out to the other brunette. "Can you plug this in over by the wall?"
Nodding, Carly takes the cord and does what she is instructed to do. Freddie boots up his laptop and starts fiddling with some wires. "Sometimes I wonder if hers might be bigger," Freddie begins.
Carly is unraveling two tangled USB connectors, but pauses to send Freddie a cautiously curious look. "Come again?"
Clearing his throat and not looking up from his keyboard, Freddie speaks again. "Sam," he clarifies. "I mean, it's hard to compare from memory, but by the size of the lump in her boxers, it could mean anything."
Carly stares at Freddie once again, not even sure of what she was hearing. "Why does it matter?" she asks, growing uncomfortable with the subject matter, especially when the topic of conversation was asleep downstairs.
"You don't think that size matters?" Freddie asks, arching a brow at Carly.
It is her time to blush a little now. "I-I don't know! It's never mattered before. What I mean is, why does her size matter?"
Freddie narrows his eyes at Carly and clears his throat again. "It doesn't." He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the wall behind him. "I mean, the material of her briefs could have been thick, and I have no clue if she's even circumcised."
Carly sighs, wanting to get off of this topic and never return to it. "You could ask?"
Freddie looks thoughtful for a moment. "Yeah, we should ask her some time," he muses out loud. The lull in conversation that follows as Freddie typed rapidly on his computer gives Carly the opportunity to realize that she knew things about Sam that Freddie did not. Carly knew that Sam was not circumcised, and she knew very well that Sam got morning wood.
"Oh, wow, rehearsal is supposed to start in less than ten minutes," Freddie points out. "I'll finish setting this stuff up if you go wake up Sam," the brunette offers.
"Yeah, of course you're picking the less dangerous of the two tasks," Carly teases, smiling as she boarded the lift. All she receives in response was the other brunette sticking his tongue out at her childishly. She rolls her eyes as the doors to the lift close and it begins descending. As she arrives downstairs, she can see the blonde still resting peacefully on the couch.
Almost a shame to wake her, Carly muses to herself as she walks over to the fridge and retrieves a slice of deli ham. Carly walks back over to the couch where the blonde rests and dangles the ham above Sam's face, close to her nose as if it were smelling-salt. A few moments later, Sam eats her favorite meat in a few assisted bites, Carly lowering it to facilitate consumption. Finally, Sam's blue eyes snap open and Carly is caught by surprise, being dragged down flush against her best friend's lap by two strong arms.
The brunette's face flushed profusely at the sensation of Sam hugging her butt into her crotch, and it worsens significantly when Sam's lips hover less than a few inches from the back of her neck, and then her ear.
"If you keep waking me up like that, I'm going to have to marry you," Sam teases, the playfulness in her voice completely overshadowed by the husky tone it possessed due to the fact that she has just awoken.
"Rehearsal's about to start," Carly says, licking her dry lips as she tries to figure out why she felt so warm down in her gut, so uncomfortable yet comfortable all the same. The blonde groans, making her chest rumble against Carly's back softly, allowing her to feel the vibrations.
"Do I have to be awake for all of it?" she questions, arms squeezing Carly a little tighter to her mid-section for a brief moment. Carly is temporarily at a loss even though Sam's body was fairly familiar to her, and being in Sam's lap was nothing new. Perhaps it was just her conversation with Freddie making her hyperaware of the perhaps sizeable monster lurking within Sam's skinny jeans. Carly had to admit, part of her did want to know.
"Absolutely," Carly replies, trying to make her voice sound stern even though she felt all jumbled up because she could have sworn she felt something move.
Another rumbly groan and Sam is sliding the brunette off of her lap right before standing from the couch and stretching. Carly breathes a quiet sigh of relief. "Alright, I have a plan," she begins, turning around to look at her best, towering above Carly as the brunette sits while she stands. "You and I skip out and go eat some P.F. Chang's, and let Freddie handle all the technical stuff," she proposes, eyebrows upturned as she gives Carly a pout meant to charm.
"We can't do that, Sam," Carly says, trying not to examine the area below Sam's belt.
Sam's face falls. "But, isn't that what tech producers are for?" she insists.
Carly grins at Sam's playful attitude. "Sorry, Sam, you'll just have to take one for the team."
The blonde rolls her eyes and stuffs one of her hands into her pocket with a resigned utterance of 'fine.' She yawns again and offers Carly a hand to help her off the couch. "Is Freddie done setting up the new sound modules?"
The brunette blinks. "Uh, yeah. I'm surprised that you know what those are," she admits, looking at the blonde with a single raised brow.
Sam gives Carly an incredulous look. "He's been babbling about them forever," she drawls. "You know how Freddie gets a boner for his toys," Sam states.
Carly gawps. "Sam, don't say things like that," she chides, smacking her friend lightly on the arm.
Sam sends her a mischievous smirk. "Save it for the honeymoon, cupcake," she purrs, slinging an arm across Carly's lower back as she guided her to the lift. "C'mon, let's not leave the nerd waiting, lest he decide to really have fun up there."
"I just told you not to-" Carly's voice is cut off by the door to the lift closing.
A/N: That's all for this chapter! Please review if you like it. I'm not gonna lie - reviews definitely help motivate me to continue, and also they let me know if you enjoyed what you read or not. Don't be shy about leaving reviews that aren't positive or praise, since I take criticism very well. Until next time...