Pairing: Carly/Sam(Cam)

Rating: PG13(?)

Warnings: Femslash, sexual content, innuendos

Word count: 603

Disclaimer: Blah blah, I don't own the characters mentioned, blah blah, Nickelodeon, blah blah... Yeah. JUST READ. -_-u

Prompt: Sam, Carly, and Freddie play a playground game while Spencer's out getting smoothies after iCarly.

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"Your turn, Sam," a now 17 year old brunette said from the kitchen, two water bottles in one hand, and a root beer in the other. The comedy trio were down in the loft engaged in a rather boring game of iSpy after another successful iCarly.

Sighing, Sam looked around the small, but roomy, apartment while tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I spy, with my little eye... Something... long, curvy, and fun to ride." She smirked at her riddle as she looked at her best friend, who caught her gaze and blushed furiously when the blond winked.

Catching her line of sight, Freddie looked towards the kitchen then gasped triumphantly. "Easy! Spencer's bike!" He pointed at the brown bicycle on the kitchen wall next to the fridge.

Trying hard not to burst into laughter at her 'friend's' oblivion to the innuendo, she looked back at him, "Yeah, sure Freddifer. It's the bike." She rolled her eyes, getting up quietly and slyly.

Laughing briefly and triumphantly, he stood up and looked around the room. He was notably the only person into the game at the moment, a little too into it; he didn't notice a legal young adult stand from the couch and leave with an almost-legal adult. He didn't notice the room being suddenly empty, with only the glaring red eyes from the Bottle Bot acknowledging his presence. He didn't notice the thrown water bottle in his seat, another on the coffee table, and an empty glass bottle of root beer on the floor.

"I spy with my little eye something re-" He stopped half-sentence when he spun around to finally discover what he didn't notice, and his playful smile dropped into a thin line. "Where'd you guys go?" he asked the desolate room while blinking.

Meanwhile, up in the iCarly studio, two giggling teenagers were laying down in the car sculpture's seat one of theirs brother made a few years ago.

"'Long, curvy, and easy to ride', Sam?! You're so lucky he's so naive," Carly whined under the older blond.

"Yeah, well, at least I wasn't lying," Sam shrugged and stole a kiss from her blushing lover. "I could've just said something like 'I spy with my little eye something hot, 17, lesbian, and about to get ravaged if she doesn't get my root beer to me faster.' Now, which do you prefer, Shay?" Her tone was serious, but they both knew it was mostly a tease.

All Carly could do was gape, the blush not helping her avoid the truth of the tease. Blushing was just another indicator that she wanted it, even if she told herself she didn't. "Well, I spy with my little eye, someone who's talking too much and needs to start seeing with anything but her eyes."

Before Sam could answer, she was pulled down by the shirt; a pair of lusty lips on hers, a hot tongue pushing past her closed lips, and she didn't resist. As their kissing proceeded, the studio door was opened, causing them to freeze on the spot, eyes open.

"Hello? You guys in here?" Freddie stood in the open doorway, looking inside the studio briefly. Sam pulled up slightly from her girlfriend, not taking her eyes off of her, only putting an index on her lips to make them stay quiet. Freddie shrugged then rolled his eyes as he heard his mother yell from downstairs. Something about ticks and allergies. "Coming, Mom!" He groaned in frustration then slammed the door shut.

And with that, he was gone, the game resumed.

"I think I know the answer to your last statement," Sam smirked.

"Shut up and kiss me, Puckett."