A/N: Well here's another story that I have been working on for a while, and although I am not that happy with how I begin it, I hope it gets better with everything else that I'm writing. Some background information is that Freddie and Sam and Carly are around 22 years old and such, just getting ready to finish college and this is a little recollection of how the Seddie relationship began. Also, its Rated M for the Lemon and some Language, which will be throughout the story. Well enjoy!

Disclaimer: iCarly and it's characters is by no means my property. Just the fanfiction.

Chapter 1: Blame it on Love

She blamed it on the heat. Everything that was happening was all because of the fucking heat. It was because Sam had no one else to talk to, nowhere else to go other than Fredward Benson's home. That's what she would always tell herself. It was never because she wanted to see that nub. She never wanted to admit that ever since their first time they shared a kiss did she feel a sudden attraction to him. No, that would be the ultimate black mail that she never even shared this secret with Carly. For one, she never wanted to disrupt the friendship that they all shared. For two, liking Freddie Benson was as attractive as liking sour milk. So what does one do when they don't want to admit something such as feelings for a certain Benson? Make up excuses of course. Excuses and blame for her actions.

And her excuses were simple, "I needed some water, your house has cable, I like air conditioned rooms," anything to keep him from really seeing what it was that she really wanted. But recently, after what happened between them that first summer, her favorite excuse she loved using with him was "I need a good fucking."

Freddie would always choke on what he was eating, or spit out whatever he was drinking, or drop whatever he was holding whenever she used such an excuse. It never ceased to amaze how he would look at her playful smirk as she would slowly unbuttoned her cami shorts and just stand there in the archway of his kitchen, living room, or his own bedroom, waiting for him with feverish and lustful eyes. And he would oblige, walking up to her and pulling off her boyish shorts, tugging on her shirt, pulling her down onto his bed and into bliss. He would touch her in all the right places, nibbling on her collarbone, biting her erect nipples, gaining moans and whimpers and her breathy cries of his name. He couldn't help but enjoy how she would always be panting for more, and for him to be giving her just what she wants. Ever since his first year he left for college, when he knew nothing between them would ever be the same.

It was the last week that Freddie had in Seattle. The summer heat was still strong and Carly had already departed to New York University, so it was Freddie and Sam all alone, much to their happiness and joy. She let herself in his room just as he was finished packing his tech equipment, a look of indifference on her face.

"Hey you." She said as she entered his room and sat herself down on his plain bed. "You all packed?"

"Almost just need to finish packing the two cameras that are HD and-"

"Don't wanna know Freddork." She cut him off. He scoffed at her interruption and continued to delicately place his cameras away in the boxes. He heard her sigh and turned to look at her.

"What?" He asked.

"First Carly to New York University, and now your off to Boston." She placed her hands behind her head to stretch out and laid flat on her back on his bed. "Both of you heading off to college and all that good chizz" she answered with an annoyed tone.

"Well if you studied and tried like we said you should-"

"School and me never clicked. I was getting A's in detention and F's in science classes." She cut him off with her quick wit.

"True, but you know you had us to help you."

"Which you did by letting me steal your homework and passing it for mine." She recalled always before class rummaging through his backpack and erasing his name to place hers and pass it in.

"Which thanks to you I passed that class with a B plus. Did you know Boston almost didn't take me because of that grade?"

"But they took you anyways. So nothing to worry about." She mumbled to herself.

"Awww, sad to see me go?" Freddie jokingly flirted.

"Eww." She smiled at his direction. But there were those times when instead of giving him a smile, she would punch him as usual, emotionally scar him or just all around make his life a little more miserable. But by now Freddie never knew the difference between her more abusive ways from her nicer moments of affection. He was used to both of her ways, because either way she chose to go, there would always be a punch in her system that was dedicated to him. He walked over to where she was and sat beside her. He grabbed her hand and squeezed to which Sam just looked down at it. Before Freddie could even react she brought her hand up, still holding his and smacked his face with it. He winced a bit, receiving another one of her happy smiles.

"Well, I guess I should go-"

"You just got here. We can talk for a little bit more if that's why you came or we could-"

"Nah, You gotta finish packing." She answered her eyes not looking at him.

"It's not like we're not coming back Sam!" he walked up to her and placed his arm over her shoulders and pulled her tight. She let herself be touched by the nub, to be consoled and such. "And you can come visit me anytime. You can have my bed when you come visit."

"Just like now?" She asked, her right eyebrow rose provocatively. She smiled when Freddie gulped; she loved playing with him like that. It had been that way since summer began, being bold and confrontational. Freddie always tried avoiding her when she would do this, it just made him feel a certain way that he could never really understand. It was as if Carly was not what he wanted after all, but the blonde one instead. Sam would just feel giddy inside, always being one to push his buttons just like they did in high school. And it was good practice; her flirting was getting better and better. It was getting to the point in that Freddie was finding it hard to take her serious or not. Her constant teasing was doing no good to his hormones at the moment, making it difficult for him to continue saying that he had planned on losing his virginity to the girl that lived across his apartment. Hey, a guy can dream can't he? Especially with Sam staring the way she was, almost as if she wanted to bring herself closer to him. As if she wanted to press her lips against his.

"Um, Sam? What are you doing?" Freddie questioned the blondes' motives. She kept her head closer and closer until he could feel her chest against his own. He closed his eyes, expecting their two lips to join like they did so long ago. But he felt her weight leave the other side of his bed, to which his eyes opened up.

"Nothing nub, just seeing if my flirting is still good for the summer." She winked at him and began walking toward his bedroom door. He got off his bed and walked right behind her.

"Shit Sam, you don't have to-"

Before he knew it she turned around, making her pull close to his body, hip against hip, something that he always wanted to do all summer due to her tortuous teasing. Her eyes widened for only a second before she placed her arms over his broad shoulders, something he didn't think she would do. But in reality it was all she wanted to do and more. Nothing stirred in her mind, but him, his bed, and her.

"Your move Benson." She whispered in his ear, making it go red. Freddie placed his hands on the side of her hips, so she wouldn't escape him.

"You decide for me Puckett." He rebutted, leaning his forehead onto hers.

As their foreheads touched, she felt something inside her spark and come alive. Freddie too felt something inside him stir. And as she slowly brought her lips towards his, she felt as if she had died.

Sam slowly arched herself toward him and kissed his closed lips, wrapping her arms tighter around him to pull him closer. Freddie responded by bringing himself closer to her, begging her entrance to her mouth that was unexplored. She implied, letting his tongue slip in and discover what she tasted like. She too rubbed her tongue with his, gaining more courage as she pushed him back towards his bed.

Passionate kisses were clouding both Freddie and Sam's mind. Neither of them cared by then. Freddie laid down on the bed as she began straddling him, slowly uncovering herself for his pleasures. He stared incredulously as she removed her shirt and shorts and pushed on him again, causing him to groan. She smiled as she began trailing her kisses down his neck and stopped, waiting for him to take off his shirt, which he complied, throwing it on the floor. He sat up and caught her lips again, this time with more intensity that she could taste a bit of blood. She never knew Freddie would be a little bit on the rough side.

Freddie began fumbling with Sam's bra, having difficulty unclasping it to reveal the treasure behind it, leaving kiss upon kiss against her jaw line, and her shoulder bone. When he reached her breasts she let out a small pant, and when he sucked on her nipples did he get rewarded with a high moan.

"Who would've thought you knew what you were doing Fredward?" Sam coyly expressed.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me Samantha." He answered. Sam hit him across the head, she hated when people called her that. Not even Freddie could say it. He crashed his lips on hers again as Sam pulled away from him to take off her final piece of clothing, but Freddie pulled her back to him and pushed her on the bed, so now he would be the one on top. He stared at her nipples, fascinated by them. He couldn't believe Sam was lying almost fully naked on his bed, just like he was half naked too if it wasn't for his boxers that he was still wearing. He slowly left trails of kisses down her stomach, tracing her body with his tongue, reaching the plump hills that were her breasts. With one hand he pinched them while the other he placed his mouth on, biting a bit, earning another whimper from the blonde. He felt himself growing harder for her, telling him that he wanted her already. Sam too felt her core become damp; her body was arching itself towards him as he grinded against her. He continued his constant teasing, payback for all those times that she would tease him, bringing his lips up to reclaim hers again. Sam welcomed his kiss with a strong embrace. Her lips were swollen and chapped by then, but forever wanting more.

As she was kissing him, she could feel his hand reach lower, inside her panties and beyond her womanhood. She moaned inside his mouth which made him stick his fingers all the way inside. Sam cried out and placed more pressure on his fingers, practically feeling herself climax. It was all going so fast, Sam thought. But she knew she didn't want it to stop. Freddie too felt the same, being more turned on by then, almost feeling pain more than pleasure in his lower regions. He slowly removed Sam's underwear as he too released himself from his own confines. She gasped, unsure if this was what either of them wanted. He looked up to her eyes to see her staring back, giving neither approval nor denial for what it was they were going to do. He brought her close one more time and kissed her sweetly as he entered her.

Sam gripped Freddie so hard that her nails dug hard into his skin. She felt a strong sting inside of her, realizing what Freddie just did. He took her virginity. As she took his. Freddie, oblivious to Sam's grunt of displeasure, groaned in pain but continued his pace. He went slowly at first, having her get used to him, but started going faster, quickening his pace as he moaned into Sam's neck. Sam panted harder and harder, feeling her muscles contract around his manhood.

"Freddie, Ah!" Sam panted, feeling the spasms pass through her body.

"Oh God Sam" he groaned again, feeling his own peak. He crashed his mouth on hers as he came, feeling her body tense strongly against his own.

As soon as it was over, Sam felt the urge to kiss his body over and over as she was coming down from her bliss that he just gave her. But she restricted herself. She just laid there as he spooned her, burying his face inside the crook of her neck. He just panted and began recollecting himself from what exactly it was that they had done. He had sex with Samantha Puckett. He had lost his virginity to the one that he called a she demon. And for some weird reason it did not feel bad. On the contrary it was, in a nutshell, everything that he wanted. She was all he needed, not Carly.

Not because she gave herself to him, but because she actually seemed happy to be with him. Although they always had their moments of dispute, its what made his day. How she would always torture him and make his life miserable was just her own way of showing how she cared. If not then why would she? If anything she would not try so hard to do what she does. Maybe she does actually like him, he realized. Only to realize it too late. He was leaving her in less than two weeks, off to Boston to take his first step into what it was that he wanted to be.

Sam too, felt as though they should talk about what it was they just did. One thing leading to another, but it being what she wanted. If that made any sense. Her affections for this nerd was something that she never cared to admit, then why was she here with him? Why was she lying on his bed naked, a brand of him forever imprinted in her mind, just as he carried her in his? Although it was what she wanted, she always figured they would give themselves a chance to be together when they had more time. This was going to be the summer in which Sam was going to tell him everything. But in the end, she chickened out, because in the end, it would make no difference; he would still end up leaving.

That was basically why she wanted to leave him with just flirtatious nods and teasing. She wanted to leave him to avoid the pain of seeing him leave her.

'He's leaving.' Sam thought to herself. 'He will come for three months and leave for the other nine. For four years too. God what the fuck did I just do?' She knew she wouldn't be able to handle that. Him leaving and coming only to go away again. Four years of this shit was not what she wanted. She wanted someone here with her every day of the year, not just holidays. This is the thought that made her get up quickly off his bed and go looking for her clothes that they threw around his room.

"Sam?" Freddie asked, a quizzical look on his face. He too got up and began picking up his clothes, pulling on his boxers at least. Sure they just did it, but he had to recollect some of his decency. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing dweeb, just gotta leave before your mommy gets here."

'I gotta leave before I realize this is what I want, as stupid as that sounds' she internally told herself. 'No, this isn't what I want. Freddie, college, none of this crap.' She counter argued herself.

"She's at the store, picking out some last minute tick shampoo. Just wait." He stopped her from what she was doing, grabbing her by the shoulder. "What is it? Really?" Sam turned away from Freddie, releasing herself from his grip as she pulled her shirt back on. "What we just did-"

"It was just to get it out of the way Fredward. Nothing more and nothing less. You didn't want to go to college a virgin did you?" she shrugged it off. Just like everything she did in her life. "Consider it a you owe me." She hoped he could see the fakeness of that statement in her eyes. 'You don't owe me shit Freddie, just stay and we'll call it even.' She turned and headed for the door.

"Sam no, this isn't what we should do. We shouldn't leave on bad terms like this."

"This isn't bad terms, just a spur of the moment mistake." She answered him.

As soon as she was out of his musky scented room, Freddie felt every urge to chase after her, but felt it in everyone's interest that they stay apart for a while, not knowing that the while would be a total of nine months, until he came back.

And here they were again. His hands grabbing a fist full of hair while her mouth remained on his neck, kissing, sucking, and biting. These stolen moments that they wanted to last forever but never did. For three years now she went looking for him, as he went looking for her, before he was gone out of her life for another torturous nine months. It was always bittersweet. As much as he loved going off to college, coming back with Sam was what he really wanted in the end. And now it was within his grasp. It was finally his senior year of college, and after this he could finally come back for good, which made Sam crave him more ardently, and Freddie fantasize about her all day long when he was not there with her.

As they lay together, the heat mixing with their sweat, Freddie kissed her forehead.

"What is it you nub?" Sam jerked away propping herself on her elbow.

"Nine more months and I'm done with college."

"So?" she answered nonchalantly, but deep down she knew what that meant. Nine more months and then they can really try and give this that they call a relationship a try.

"Never mind." He pulled away from her, sitting up right. She too got up and instead of changing, pressed her body behind him. He could feel her breasts rub on his back.

"I know what that means Freddork." She planted a kiss on his cheek and get off his bed, covering up that body that Freddie loved staring at after they tangled in the sheets.

"Taking me to the airport? For the last time?" he looked over at her as he dressed himself as well. Sam looked over her shoulder, as she grabbed her hair up in a ponytail, and smiled. Freddie tried his hardest not to show that that was enough to make him go another round. Damn that Princess Puckett.

"I'll be here Fredwierd." She said and walked out the door. Freddie chuckled, he expected her to have come up with better nicknames than that by now. Maybe it was just the heat that clouded her mind from coming up with better material.

A/N: Whew! I went sideways and back, and made a few left turns and one right one and I still don't know about this first chapter but I needed a basis for the story (Like why it was they became a couple, sort of). But hey, tell me what you guys thought (good or bad it doesn't matter) and I'll update this story as fast as I can. Thanks!