Defending Intentions - just a maybe (1)
Title: Defending Intentions
Chapter: (1) just a maybe
Author: thegraduate09
Words: 575
Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Sam/Freddie
Rating: T. (for this chapter)
Summary:Yeah... it's a funny problem.
Author's Note: Sequel to "Therapy." Slightly more grown up material, and set a few months after the end of Therapy.
Carly’s gotten so busy - and so OCD, Sam thinks privately, amused - that now they schedule hanging out.
Every other Saturday is lunch, shopping and gossip about Carly’s latest crush. Occasionally, when Carly’s heard something interesting from Freddie, they’ll discuss that, but usually Sam’s unwilling unless she’s really mad at him.
Carly got earfuls during the couples’ therapy mess.
But in the six months since then, it’s mostly been quiet, or at least, the arguments have been the normal ones.
Sam’s fidgetier than usual today, and Carly knows something’s coming, but it doesn’t work its’ way out until just after lunch, and then Sam blurts out for all to hear that, “Me and Freddie haven’t had sex for a month.”
Carly blinks. She wishes, yet again, that things like that weren’t pretty much par for the course in her life. A few minutes later, sitting in the car for privacy, Carly braces herself and says, “Okay. Go on.”
Sam has that look on her face, the one that says ‘I think I broke some normal person rule and I may even feel bad about it,’ and she takes a deep breath before she speaks, “You remember how Mrs. Sack’o’crazy went back to Seattle, er, abruptly at Christmas?”
God, does she ever, Freddie had been obsessed with ‘taking over the family’s holiday celebration,’ and there had been way too many discussions about fish loaf and the like for a month or so before Christmas. Carly nods.
“Well - she walked in on us.” It looks for a second like Sam’s about to continue, but she doesn’t, and Carly holds in a relieved sigh. And then it’s exasperated sibling.
“Sam. She was there for one day. You couldn’t-” She makes vague hand motions to mean ‘keep your hands off each other’ which are not the same as the hand motions to mean ‘keep your hands to yourself.’ “-for 24 hours?”
“Not then we couldn’t. Now it isn’t a problem.” Sam answers, only a touch bitterly, then continues, “Anyways, I think that was what started this. Right after that was that business trip, over New Year’s? And when he got back from that - nothing happened.”
“...Nothing happened?” Carly squishes her eyebrows together, confused.
“I mean, I - welcomed him back like always,” Sam raises her own eyebrows and makes her own vague hand motions, which are a lot dirtier than Carly’s, “And nothing happened.”
Carly’s still a foggy on what she means, but that’s usually a good thing, so she blinks and nods, “... I see.”
“Yeah. And the less than enthusiastic responses continued, so I tried something new, and now he actually wears pajamas to bed.”
“...” She doesn’t want to know this, she’s a hundred percent certain, but she asks anyways, “What ‘something new?’”
“Nothing crazy!” Sam’s just the tiniest bit defensive now, clearly, this has been a point of discussion, “I just... talked more.”
Carly almost laughs - the idea itself is funny enough, and add to that the ridiculous notion that Sam ‘just’ does anything.
“Go ahead,” Sam grumbles, “Gods knows I laughed a little-” (that’s probably a bigger part of the problem, Carly thinks, then her talking) “-at getting what must be the only guy on the planet that completely stops when you say ‘harder.’”
Chapter: (1) just a maybe
Author: thegraduate09
Words: 575
Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Sam/Freddie
Rating: T. (for this chapter)
Summary:Yeah... it's a funny problem.
Author's Note: Sequel to "Therapy." Slightly more grown up material, and set a few months after the end of Therapy.
Carly’s gotten so busy - and so OCD, Sam thinks privately, amused - that now they schedule hanging out.
Every other Saturday is lunch, shopping and gossip about Carly’s latest crush. Occasionally, when Carly’s heard something interesting from Freddie, they’ll discuss that, but usually Sam’s unwilling unless she’s really mad at him.
Carly got earfuls during the couples’ therapy mess.
But in the six months since then, it’s mostly been quiet, or at least, the arguments have been the normal ones.
Sam’s fidgetier than usual today, and Carly knows something’s coming, but it doesn’t work its’ way out until just after lunch, and then Sam blurts out for all to hear that, “Me and Freddie haven’t had sex for a month.”
Carly blinks. She wishes, yet again, that things like that weren’t pretty much par for the course in her life. A few minutes later, sitting in the car for privacy, Carly braces herself and says, “Okay. Go on.”
Sam has that look on her face, the one that says ‘I think I broke some normal person rule and I may even feel bad about it,’ and she takes a deep breath before she speaks, “You remember how Mrs. Sack’o’crazy went back to Seattle, er, abruptly at Christmas?”
God, does she ever, Freddie had been obsessed with ‘taking over the family’s holiday celebration,’ and there had been way too many discussions about fish loaf and the like for a month or so before Christmas. Carly nods.
“Well - she walked in on us.” It looks for a second like Sam’s about to continue, but she doesn’t, and Carly holds in a relieved sigh. And then it’s exasperated sibling.
“Sam. She was there for one day. You couldn’t-” She makes vague hand motions to mean ‘keep your hands off each other’ which are not the same as the hand motions to mean ‘keep your hands to yourself.’ “-for 24 hours?”
“Not then we couldn’t. Now it isn’t a problem.” Sam answers, only a touch bitterly, then continues, “Anyways, I think that was what started this. Right after that was that business trip, over New Year’s? And when he got back from that - nothing happened.”
“...Nothing happened?” Carly squishes her eyebrows together, confused.
“I mean, I - welcomed him back like always,” Sam raises her own eyebrows and makes her own vague hand motions, which are a lot dirtier than Carly’s, “And nothing happened.”
Carly’s still a foggy on what she means, but that’s usually a good thing, so she blinks and nods, “... I see.”
“Yeah. And the less than enthusiastic responses continued, so I tried something new, and now he actually wears pajamas to bed.”
“...” She doesn’t want to know this, she’s a hundred percent certain, but she asks anyways, “What ‘something new?’”
“Nothing crazy!” Sam’s just the tiniest bit defensive now, clearly, this has been a point of discussion, “I just... talked more.”
Carly almost laughs - the idea itself is funny enough, and add to that the ridiculous notion that Sam ‘just’ does anything.
“Go ahead,” Sam grumbles, “Gods knows I laughed a little-” (that’s probably a bigger part of the problem, Carly thinks, then her talking) “-at getting what must be the only guy on the planet that completely stops when you say ‘harder.’”