kiss me

samxfreddie

I had to write this. I'm working on two other stories but I took a break just to write this. As soon as I saw NinjahGirl's review. It made my whole day! Hadn't heard this song before but I looked it up straight away. I hope this lives up to your expectations, and happy birthday! :D

And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed in my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now

Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love

He almost... Ached, when he saw her.

Samantha Puckett. Oh my.

She was everything and more, in both bad ways and good. She could just walk into a room and his breath hitched in his throat and... He could remember the times when she was his. When they were curled up together on his sofa, watching horror films, feeling her heart pounding through her chest and being pretty sure she could feel his just as hard. He would hold her and think about how nothing could be more p e r f e c t than this, how nothing could spoil them...

She would reach up to kiss his neck, her lips so soft and welcoming, a new side of Sam that he was so excited about. His low moans would encourage her to press harder, leaving bruises that he would have to hide from his mother with great difficulty but in this moment he just didn't care and how could anyone be that amazing?

They broke up.

It hit him hard.

He would reach out in the middle of the night to find her, his hands scrabbling about, until it dawned (crashed) into him that she wasn't there any more. Wasn't his. This was when he was most vulnerable. This was when he would break down.

'sammy' he would sob, whispering her name over and over again until he fell asleep, exhausted both physically and emotionally. He missed her so much. He was in love with her, he could feel it, and by god he wished he wasn't. Things were never going to change.

Well, that's what he thought.

She didn't seem to be that effected by their break up, and she had continued living life as normal until... Until one day she had pulled him into the iCarly studio and said, 'we need to talk'.

Turns out there wasn't really much talking to be done. She had kissed him like there was no tomorrow, running her hands through his hair roughly, biting his neck, shyly licking it, pulling, scratching, needing, and oh Lord she'd never kissed him like this before.

'i love you'

He couldn't really remember who had said it first.

All he knew was that was the only thing that had really needed to be said that night. And mostly, it was.

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappy birthday! i hope you have a really good day and you enjoyed this NinjahGirl! and of course everyone else reading, i hope you liked it :)