Fic: Slap Slap Kiss
Title: Slap Slap Kiss
Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Missy/Sam
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't make money from this, or claim any sort of ownership.
Summary: Missy is back from her six months at sea and she wants her phone back.
Notes: Just a little drabble ish thing I've thrown together whilst putting off working on the numerous fics I've got going already. I haven't seen any Missy/Sam fics before and had a strange brain child, I may have to start something bigger. Much swearing within.
“How was your cruise?” Sam asked, smirking like a madman. Missy may have made it back from her six months at sea but now Sam didn't have to worry about upsetting Carly. Sam had a plan for the exact moment Missy tried anything, a stout punch to the face. Sam would be the first to admit it wasn't a clever plan, but it would probably be effective.
“Peachy.” Missy answered. “Where's my phone?” It was in Sam's back pocket. She'd taken it in retaliation to Missy destroying her old one. Once Missy's father had stopped trying to call it, Sam had completely forgotten that it was stolen.
“Why would I know?” Sam asked, her face a shining beacon of false innocence.
“You stole it.” Missy growled, grabbing Sam's collar, pulling her so that they touched foreheads.
“Why would I steal your phone?” Sam grabbed Missy's offending fists and pulled them to her side. “I've got the new pearphone.” She lied. Just so long as no one tried to call and Missy's phone started vibrating against her ass, she was fairly sure she was safe.
“Well I don't care, anyway. I'm going to take Carly from you.” Missy smirked. She had a plan and it was better than last time. This one included bears.
“How do you plan to do that?”
“I'm not going to tell you. Trust me, it's going to work.” Sam didn't like the way Missy's smirk was headed. It was the sort of smirk that came from imagining someone being mauled by bears. It was like saying “I want to see you mutilated by a wild beast, so after I can piss all over your grave.” It was creepy. It was dangerous.
It was hot.
“Will it work after I break your nose? Carly won't have any problem with it this time.” Sam could see three endings to this conversation. Considering the past, the first would be violent. Considering the growing tension in the room and that they were about half an inch from full lip contact and only a couple of inches from achieving a different type of lip contact, the second would be sexual. The third and most likely would be violently sexual. Sam was hoping it would go that way.
“You really are a no good delinquent.” Missy said with a smile as she took a step back.
“Yeah, well,” Sam said, pausing to think. “You're a dick.”
“Likewise, Puckett.” Missy retorted with effortless cool.
“Well fuck you, uh.” Sam stumbled. She wasn't sure whether Missy had ever mentioned her surname. “What's your last name again?” Sam was forced to ask.
“Robinson.” She answered.
“Well then, fuck you Robinson.”
“Well, fuck you too.”
“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Missy barely finished before Sam's hand was wrapped around her throat. Moments later Sam's lips were pressed against hers and she was shoved backwards, landing flat on Carly's couch, Sam standing over her, like a predator ready for a kill.
“What are you waiting for?” She asked before Sam pounced.
--
Meanwhile, Freddie and Spencer were astounded in the kitchen. The girls had seemingly completely forgotten that there were other people in the apartment before engaging in a strangely spiteful bout of heavy petting.
“I should probably leave,” Spencer said. “Me watching those two is probably all sorts of illegal.”
“Suit yourself,” Freddie replied. “I'm gonna hang around a bit longer.”
Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Missy/Sam
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't make money from this, or claim any sort of ownership.
Summary: Missy is back from her six months at sea and she wants her phone back.
Notes: Just a little drabble ish thing I've thrown together whilst putting off working on the numerous fics I've got going already. I haven't seen any Missy/Sam fics before and had a strange brain child, I may have to start something bigger. Much swearing within.
“How was your cruise?” Sam asked, smirking like a madman. Missy may have made it back from her six months at sea but now Sam didn't have to worry about upsetting Carly. Sam had a plan for the exact moment Missy tried anything, a stout punch to the face. Sam would be the first to admit it wasn't a clever plan, but it would probably be effective.
“Peachy.” Missy answered. “Where's my phone?” It was in Sam's back pocket. She'd taken it in retaliation to Missy destroying her old one. Once Missy's father had stopped trying to call it, Sam had completely forgotten that it was stolen.
“Why would I know?” Sam asked, her face a shining beacon of false innocence.
“You stole it.” Missy growled, grabbing Sam's collar, pulling her so that they touched foreheads.
“Why would I steal your phone?” Sam grabbed Missy's offending fists and pulled them to her side. “I've got the new pearphone.” She lied. Just so long as no one tried to call and Missy's phone started vibrating against her ass, she was fairly sure she was safe.
“Well I don't care, anyway. I'm going to take Carly from you.” Missy smirked. She had a plan and it was better than last time. This one included bears.
“How do you plan to do that?”
“I'm not going to tell you. Trust me, it's going to work.” Sam didn't like the way Missy's smirk was headed. It was the sort of smirk that came from imagining someone being mauled by bears. It was like saying “I want to see you mutilated by a wild beast, so after I can piss all over your grave.” It was creepy. It was dangerous.
It was hot.
“Will it work after I break your nose? Carly won't have any problem with it this time.” Sam could see three endings to this conversation. Considering the past, the first would be violent. Considering the growing tension in the room and that they were about half an inch from full lip contact and only a couple of inches from achieving a different type of lip contact, the second would be sexual. The third and most likely would be violently sexual. Sam was hoping it would go that way.
“You really are a no good delinquent.” Missy said with a smile as she took a step back.
“Yeah, well,” Sam said, pausing to think. “You're a dick.”
“Likewise, Puckett.” Missy retorted with effortless cool.
“Well fuck you, uh.” Sam stumbled. She wasn't sure whether Missy had ever mentioned her surname. “What's your last name again?” Sam was forced to ask.
“Robinson.” She answered.
“Well then, fuck you Robinson.”
“Well, fuck you too.”
“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Missy barely finished before Sam's hand was wrapped around her throat. Moments later Sam's lips were pressed against hers and she was shoved backwards, landing flat on Carly's couch, Sam standing over her, like a predator ready for a kill.
“What are you waiting for?” She asked before Sam pounced.
--
Meanwhile, Freddie and Spencer were astounded in the kitchen. The girls had seemingly completely forgotten that there were other people in the apartment before engaging in a strangely spiteful bout of heavy petting.
“I should probably leave,” Spencer said. “Me watching those two is probably all sorts of illegal.”
“Suit yourself,” Freddie replied. “I'm gonna hang around a bit longer.”