Freddie woke up and reached his arm out to feel an empty bed. He opened his eyes and let them adjust to the darkness. He glanced around the room and saw no trace of Sam.

She probably left after I fell asleep, like she always does when I ask her to stay, Freddie thought. Sighing, he climbed out of bed and put on his boxers and sweatpants. Looking out his window, he saw Sam sitting on the fire escape.

Freddie climbed out the window and sat down next to Sam, who was taking a drag out of the cigarette she was holding. Freddie knew that Sam only smoked when she had a lot on her mind, or when she was stressed, so he knew something was bugging her.

"Hey." He greeted her softly.

Sam didn't even turn around; she just raised a hand in recognition. "Hey." She said, grinding her cigarette butt onto the fire escape and then dropping it over the edge, watching it fall to the ground nine stories below.

Freddie moved to sit next to Sam, who was dressed in his t-shirt that came down to her mid-thigh. Freddie stroked her thigh, not in an inappropriate or provocative way, but it a comforting, soothing way, and then he pulled his hand away. They sat there in the dark for a moment, letting the silence envelop them.

After a few moments, Sam abruptly turned to Freddie, "What the fuck is this?" She asked suddenly in a hard voice.

Freddie looked taken aback, "What?" He asked.

"You heard me, Benson." Sam said, "What the fuck is this," she gestured between the two of them, "And what does it mean?"

Freddie's features softened, "Sam," He said quietly, reaching for her wrist, but she snatched it away.

"Answer my question, Benson." Sam demanded.

Freddie sighed, "Sam." Was all he said for a long moment, and then Sam heard him sigh as he continued, "I don't know." He said softly, and then his voice got louder as he continued, "I really don't know, Sam, what the fuck this is or what the fucking hell it means. I don't know how you feel and I'm not going to be able to give you more of me than I already am without you opening up to me. I know what I want this to mean, but I don't know if that's what it does mean. All I know is that I can't live another fucking second of my life without you in it!" He finished in a harsh voice.

Sam eyes, which had wandered off to the Seattle skyline, snapped back to Freddie's. "Oh," was all she was able to say.

"Oh?" Freddie asked, incredulous, "Oh?!" He got louder, "That's all you can say? 'Oh'?! We both knew when we started this last year that it wasn't going to turn into a relationship or anything. We both agreed that it was only to relieve our sexual tension and desires. When we started this, I hated you. Or at least really disliked you. But now I feel like I can't go a day, or even a couple hours, without kissing you, feeling your lips against mine, or holding you in my arms, or fucking you senseless! I want to be with you, in an actual relationship, not just a fuck buddy type of thing! I want to take a bullhorn to the top of the space needle and proclaim to the world that I love you, Sam Puckett—" Freddie cut himself off when he realized what he just said.

Sam stared at him, "What?" She asked in disbelief.

Freddie turned red and stuttered for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then, he composed his thoughts. He shot a small grin at Sam, "I'm not lying," He told her, "I did mean what I just said. I love you and I never want to—mmph!" Freddie was cut off by Sam smashing her lips onto his, pushing him back so he was lying on the floor of the fire escape with her on top of him.

Sam's tongue slipped into Freddie's mouth, and they battled for dominance for a moment before Sam pulled away. They both sat up again, and Sam wrapped her hand with Freddie's.

"I love you too, Freddie." Sam confessed, "I just didn't want to tell you because I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way and leave me."

Freddie smiled widely, pressing his lips gently to Sam's. "No matter what happens, I would never leave you Sam," Freddie comforted her, "So…will you be my girlfriend?"

Sam grinned, "On one condition." She said deviously.

Freddie looked curious, "What?"

Sam smirked, "Fuck me," Was all she said before crashing her lips into Freddie's again.

"Mmmm, Sam!" Freddie exclaimed as their centers rubbed together and his cock was reawakened. They kissed for a moment before Freddie pushed Sam off. She pulled back, a hurt and confused expression on her face.

"What the fu-"

"Bedroom," Freddie growled in a commanding ton that has buckets of moisture flowing to Sam's pussy. They both quickly climbed through the window and Freddie closed the window, whirling around and taking two steps towards Sam. "This shirt looks awful on you," He whispered to her.

Sam smirked, "Then maybe I should take it off," She whispered back. She reached down and grabbed the hem, slowly and seductively pulling it off her body. She smiled at Freddie, who's eyes were on her tits, as she tossed the shirt across the room. "Better?" She purred.

"Much," Freddie growled.

"Aww, baby, looks like your little friend is all trapped under those clothes of yours," Sam cooed, reaching out and grabbing Freddie's cock through his sweatpants. "He needs some air." Sam stroked Freddie's cock and glanced at Freddie, who's eyes had rolled back into his head as his fists clenched tightly. Sam rolled her eyes at her oversensitive nub, purposely slowly dragging his sweatpants down, brushing his cock as she knelt down in front of his cock.

Sam grabbed Freddie's hips and pushed him back so he was sitting down on his bed, and she knelt between his legs as her tongue started to work over his cock. She proceeded to take him into her mouth, alternating from running her tongue along his slit and the vein on the underside of his cock as she deep throated him, thankful she didn't have a gag reflex.

"Oh, fuck Sam," Freddie groaned, "I-I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed as he blew his load into Sam's mouth, watching intently as she swallowed everything he gave her, licking his cock off afterwards and pulling away with a 'pop.'

"Fuck." Freddie growled, grabbing Sam's arms and pulling her up towards him, pressing their lips together and tasting himself on her. Grabbing ahold of Sam's hips, Freddie lifted Sam up and aligned her body with his erect cock without separating their lips. In a split second, Freddie pushed Sam down on his cock, swallowing her scream as he penetrated her deeply.

"Mmmmmm, Freddie, you're so big!" Sam moaned against Freddie's lips as she moved her hips. Freddie had a tight grasp on her hips as well, and helped her slide up and down his cock

"Ohhhhh, god Sam!" Freddie grunted, "So hot! So tight!" As Sam rode Freddie, the only sounds that were in the room were the sounds of their moans and skin slapping skin as they connected in the most intimate way possible. Soon, Freddie could tell Sam was on the edge, and he moved one of his hands from gripping her hips to pinch her clit, rubbing it fiercely in circles.

"Fuck!" Sam shouted as her inner muscles clenched around Freddie and she came, slumping down and collapsing on his chest as her orgasm rushed through her and she bit down on Freddie's shoulder.

"Ohhhhh, shit! Fuck!" Freddie grunted as his hips bucked into Sam's a few more times as he shot his hot seed deep into Sam's womb, coating her inner walls.

After Freddie and Sam had recovered from their orgasms, Freddie moved his hands from gripping her hips to wrapping them around her naked form lying on top of him. Sam lazily licked over the spot she bit on Freddie's shoulder and then tilted her head up, kissing Freddie's lips gently as Freddie rolled them over so they were on their sides with Sam wrapped in Freddie's arms.

Freddie gently pulled his softened cock out of Sam's and kissed her forehead gently. Sam smiled at Freddie and kissed his lips again.

"I love you." She whispered softly.

"I love you too, Sam." Freddie responded softly, "Now and forever."