This is another, and most likely the last for a while, 'iCarly' smut fic. This one is Carly and Freddie. It was going to be a one-shot, but I decided to split it in half instead.

Thanks to rbk2009 for the idea.

Random thing I noticed not too long ago. Someone posted my one-shot 'iGet Caught In The Middle' on an adult website. The site, for those over eighteen, is called xhamster dot com. It can be found in the celebrities section of the stories tab. Maybe the lesbian section as well. Sorry to bring it up. I saw that and was kinda curious since no one asked to do it, and I don't think they gave me credit, so I think someone stole my fic and passed it off as their own on another site, maybe not thinking I'd see it.

Oh well, nothing I can really do, other than make an account on that site and question them about it. I'm just gonna let it go, and if the one who did that is reading this, ask me or let me know first. At least give me credit when you post it and say you didn't write it, you're just sharing it on another site.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'iCarly' or the characters.

No POV

It's been a few months since Carly Shay moved to Italy and Sam Puckett eventually found her way in L.A. where she's babysitting with the small redhead the 'iCarly' team met at Kenan Thompson's party almost two years ago.

After being tricked by Cat, the redhead, and getting out of the hospital from the tuna injuries, which now means his mom refuses to buy fish or anything with fish in them, Freddie and Sam tried dating again.

It didn't last too long, Freddie realizing that Sam seems to be developing feeling for her roommate Cat. He risked asking Jade, but beautiful Goth friend of Cat's, but not only is she still with that guy she was with at the party, he heard from Sam, who heard from Cat, that Jade also had feelings for the half-Latina they met when Steven was dating both her and Carly that Sam commented looked like Shelby Marx, though Freddie regretted saying Tori was hotter, with the slaps from Carly when he brought it up after the party and the punches from Sam.

When he finally arrived home after being cleared for travel, Freddie slowly slipped into a depression. He's tried to ask out many girls, but all of them ended with the girl only dating him because he was on 'iCarly', not because they liked him.

A few months after returning home, he found out from Spencer, Carly's older brother and a still close friend to Freddie, that Carly was coming back to Seattle for a couple of months before her final year at the school she's going to in Italy to visit.

The day she's due back, Freddie puts on a fresh pair of boxer briefs, a recently washed pair of jeans, a white muscle shirt he hardly wears, and a blue over shirt with random designs on it, leaving the over shirt unbuttoned. After putting on his tennis shoes, he grabs his phone, wallet, and keys and heads out.

Originally, Spencer was supposed to pick her up from the airport. But after finding some random junk at the junkyard with Socko, he went on a wild hunt to find stuff for a new sculpture. At least, that's what he was told on the phone. When he walked by the door, however, he heard Spencer telling Socko to bring the solvent for Grizzly Glue over, since he accidentally glued himself to a new sculpture.

'Probably the sculpture he told me he was getting supplies for.' Freddie tells himself as he walks up to his Navy blue late 70s Ford Mustang, that he bought with money he earned at his afterschool/weekend job at Pear Store and with help from Spencer and Socko's relative Otto.

"Don't forget. I won't be home tonight." Marissa Benson, his mother, reminds him as he passes by the desk in the lobby on his way out, his mother for some reason giving Lewbert another shot at dating.

"I won't. I'll tell T-Bo when he gets off at the Groovy Smoothie." Freddie tells his mother, ignoring the way she looks at the irritating doorman.

Walking to his car, he unlocks it and climbs in, still getting used to the lack of the key fob to unlock it from a distance, lack of a CD player, and the other stuff you seen in modern cars. He did put in a GPS though, as well as extra durable seat belts (his mother's insistence) and a dock for his Pear Pod so he can listen to music as he drives (with the help of T-Bo for fear of Spencer catching his car on fire).

The drive to the Seattle airport takes almost an hour and a half with the late afternoon/early evening traffic. Finding a parking space, in the far back unsurprisingly, he rushes to the doors, checking his phone for not only the time, but the text to see what time Carly's flight supposed to land and which baggage claim, courtesy of Carly, she'd be at to get her bags.

Seeing that he still has a couple of minutes before her flight lands, and knowing there'd be a few minutes or so before she got off the plane and to the baggage claim area, Freddie slows down and makes his way to the claim area, checking the 'Arrivals' board to be safe, seeing that her plan is on time.

"Freddie?" Carly asks as she walks up, her light pink carry on in her right hand. "Is Spencer stuck to a sculpture again?" She asks with a laugh as she hugs him, surprised that he must have been working out while she was gone.

"I guess. When I was leaving the apartment, I heard him talking to Socko about bringing over some solvent or something." Freddie says, holding her close, his lover for her never diminishing. "He called me a few hours ago, asking me to pick you up because, and this is what he told me, he was out looking for parts for a new sculpture and he doesn't want to make you wait." He says, finally releasing her and walking beside her to the luggage carousel.

"What was he stuck with?" Carly asks as they watch the carousel for her luggage.

"Grizzly Glue." Freddie says with a small laugh. "What does your luggage look like?" He asks as they wait, the carousel finally starting to turn, meaning the luggage is on the way.

"Same as my carry on but bigger. I have my initials sewn into the top front part of them." Carly explains, holding up her carry on to show him better, pointing out where her initials are sewn on.

"Got it." Freddie says, nervously looking at the carousel and not her.

While away, Carly's skin tone seemed to darken a bit, showing that she's been in the sun a lot apparently. Also, she started styling her hair with some curls, and it's lightened a bit, no doubt from being in the sun. What surprised him, is that her body seems to have changed a bit as well. Though it could just be her clothes, her hips seem a bit wider than he remembers, her stomach a little slimmer, and her breasts seem to be a cup size larger, making them a large B to small C. (Don't ask how he knows her cup size from before she left. Bit of a downside/upside to her seeing him as a friend like she does Sam before she left for Italy meant she walked around in a bra and panties a few times without noticing/caring he was there.)

"Finally." Carly lets out in a sigh when her luggage, one medium bag and two large bags, drop onto the carousel.

Grabbing the large bags, leaving Carly to grab the medium, Freddie leads Carly out to his car, handing her the keys and asking her to open the trunk for her bags.

"Where's the button thingy? Did Spencer take it for a sculpture?" Carly asks, using the key to open the trunk, stepping aside so Freddie can put the bags in the trunk of the car.

"No, this is from the late 70s. They didn't come with those, and I never wanted to get one. The only two things that are relatively new are the GPS and Pear Pod dock." Freddie says, closing the trunk once the two large bags, the trunk not having room for the medium or carry on, and heads to the driver's side after grabbing the keys from Carly's outstretched hand.

"Why'd you get one so old?" Carly asks, putting the medium bag in the back seat, keeping the carry on with her, as she climbs in the passenger's side.

"Because it's a classic." Freddie says, offended by her calling it old.

"And it's body isn't that weaker stuff they use nowadays, so your mom made you find an older one?" Carly suggests as Freddie starts the car and pulls out of the parking space.

"Yeah." Freddie says in agreement.

Less than an hour later, the evening traffic not being as bad as the late afternoon/early evening, Freddie arrives at the apartment complex he lives in, Carly staying with Spencer.

"What do you do now that 'iCarly' is over?" Carly asks as he grabs her luggage from the trunk.

"Talk to Gibby, work at the Pear Store, hang out with Spencer on occasion. Not much else." Freddie says, showing little sign of the effort he's using to carry her heavy bags. What he didn't tell her is that he ang Gibby work out on his days off and that's he's been taking kickboxing, mainly because he's been getting picked on for being a geek and without Sam there, people don't really hold back.

"Well, thanks for helping me." Carly says as they get to the service elevator that leads to Spencer's apartment.

"No problem." Freddie says with a small smile as he loads the stuff onto the elevator. "I wonder if Spencer's still stuck?" He asks out loud as they go up.

"After all this time? I doubt it." Carly says, brushing her hair back, showing Freddie a glimpse of a tattoo on her left shoulder blade. "Socko probably got him unstuck and had to take him to the hospital for another skin graft or something, depending on what the glue did to him." She says as it opens, showing the apartment, which with how Spencer is, still looks the same, just more sculptures.

"I'm across the halls still if you need anything, alright?" Freddie asks after setting her suitcases by the couch.

"Yeah. See you later. Maybe we can stop by the Groovy Smoothie tomorrow?" Carly asks, taking her thin jacket off and setting it on one of the chairs by the breakfast nook.

"Sure. I work until four. I'll stop over after I shower and change. Deal?" Freddie asks, heading for the door.

"Sure." Carly agrees with a nod.

An hour later, Carly lays on her old bed, somewhat surprised her room is practically the same still as well, nude with her legs spread, a six inch green vibrator being pushed in and out of her tight pussy, getting the ex-web host off.

"Oh, Freddie." Carly moans out, her back arching as she cums, her fluid leaking out around the toy and onto her mattress, her light brown nipples erect in the moonlight as she uses her free hand to pinch them, elongating her climax.

"Whoa." She hears from the doorway of her room.

Next chapter will be out sometime next week.

Thank you for reading, and please review.

Blessed Be.