A year and a half ago in a galaxy far, far away… A story named Flirtatious Torturing was posted by an amateur fan fiction writer by the penname of KeyLimePie14. As always, Miss KeyLime had the best intentions of finishing the story in a timely fashion, however… "It [was] a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire." …What? This isn't time for jokes? …Sorry. But I come bearing a brand spankin' new chapter! *cheers erupt* This is the final ENDING to Flirtatious Torturing. Finally, huh?

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Sam trailed her fingers teasingly up Freddie's arm, stopping just short of the sleeve of his t-shirt. Freddie glanced at her and flinched, trying to move away from her. Sam simply stepped closer once more and grabbed his arm, this time wrapping her tiny hand around his bicep, "But Freddie," she began in a sickeningly fake voice, as she batted her eyes, "You're so strong."

Freddie rolled his eyes and pried her fingers away. "I'm not in the mood today, Sam." He spun the combination into the lock on his locker and pulled it open. He started to collect the books he needed for his classes when Sam wound her hand back around his arm, tighter this time. She moved even closer, so that her chest was brushing against the back of his arm. "I'm not playing."

She arched her eyebrow and smirked, "Oh, but I think you will be in a minute…" She trailed off as she pressed herself against him and spun him so he was facing her. Freddie glared down at her and pushed her back gently. "Don't push me away, Fredward," she pouted, "I thought you wanted me?" She feigned hurt. Freddie sighed.

"Sam, please, you're just gonna make me late for class." Sam frowned and pulled him back to her, slipping her hands under his shirt and rubbing his back in slow, agonizing circles. Freddie huffed, but didn't move.

"You were saying…" She smirked deviously, knowing that he would give in completely soon. She leaned close to him and whispered, "I think you like it. Just…give up." Sam let her hands wander down his back, coming to rest just above his back pockets. She hooked her thumbs in his belt loops and bit her lip seductively. "Want me to go lower?" She asked, flexing her fingers slightly. Freddie swallowed visibly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, catching Sam's eye. She began to move her hands lower, when all of a sudden Freddie reached out and grabbed her arm. He twisted her so she was pressed against the lockers. "Freddie!" Sam hissed, "What's the big idea?" Freddie didn't reply with words, instead he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, effectively pinning her between his chest and the lockers. "W-what are you doing?" Sam stuttered, trying to wriggle from his grasp.

Chuckling, Freddie leaned down to her ear, "Payback, Princess, payback." He blew into her ear, causing her to shiver. Freddie smirked and leaned down to kiss her neck softly. Sam swallowed, the warm feeling bubbling up in her stomach all too familiar. She never experienced that as a result of Freddie, of course, but she knew what the feeling of being turned on felt like. He sucked lightly at the soft skin, his lips leaving moist trails as he moved around her neck. Against her will, Sam let her head fall back against the lockers, thudding softly as it collided with the metal. She purred slightly when Freddie's hand snaked beneath her shirt, his palm resting flat against the small of her back. The heat of his hand sunk into her skin, only serving to intensify the heat in her stomach. She subconsciously leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as her mouth fell open slightly.

Her breaths quickened as he kissed lower, moving on to her collarbone. He paused there, his tongue darting out to lick the skin in short, hot strokes. Sam whimpered, her legs feeling weak beneath her. "F-Freddie…" She mumbled, reaching up to grab his shirt. Before she could do so, however, he had pulled away completely, a smirk resting upon his lips.

He shrugged, "Sorry." The bell rang, signaling that first period was about to begin. Once he picked up his books he smirked at her and waved before turning and walking down the hallway, not glancing back to see her sink to the floor, banging her head repeatedly against the already dented metal of the locker. She wouldn't be going to homeroom; she knew that much for sure.

Later that same evening, Freddie was in the iCarly studio, installing a new light effect for the show. Sam and Carly were downstairs, watching re-runs of Girly Cow and eating the contents of the fridge (the latter was mostly Sam, however). Freddie had his back turned to all of the entrances to the loft, so when Sam (not so quietly) opened the glass door, allowing it to slam, he jumped, startled.

"Benson," the sound of her voice was enough to make a grown man quiver in fear, and it had double the effect on Freddie. His eyes grew wide as he tried to turn back around, ignoring her. But Sam was not having that. She barked his name again, this time with much more fervor than before. Freddie swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in the process once again. "You better fucking turn around and answer me."

Freddie slowly turned, his fear increasing when he saw she was much closer to him than he had originally thought. "Hey..." He wasn't sure what to say. It didn't look like she was there to continue what he had started. "Missed you in homeroom?" His statement came out sounding more like a question than he intended.

She growled lowly, "I'm sure you did." She stalked closer to him, her glare never wavering. Freddie eyed her fearfully, he wasn't sure he completely understood her motivations, or why she was so angry. "Just remember, Benson... sound proof walls. Carly won't hear you scream." She threatened menacingly, now pacing around him in a semi-circle. Freddie couldn't help but feel like a piece of prey being stalked by a ferocious predator.

"Sam...I'm..." He began to apologize for what he had done to her, but as the words came out of his mouth he realized he had nothing to apologize for. She had started this whole thing. She had done the same exact thing to him. "Get over it, Sam." He waved dismissively. "You did the same thing to me yesterday."

Sam snarled and lunged at his throat, only to be blindsided by Freddie's arm pushing her back. She gasped in surprise and stumbled on her feet for a moment, before regaining composure, now angrier than ever. "You fucking moron! You're gonna regret that!" She started toward him once more. Freddie put his hands up in front of his face to act as a shield and awaited the blow that was sure to come. She stopped when she saw his defensive posture. "God, Freddie." She spat. "At least put up a fight."

"I don't want to fight you, Sam." He dropped his hands. "I don't even know what we're fighting about. You jumped me in the hallway, bravo, you embarrassed me. Congratulations." He applauded sarcastically for a few seconds. "I got you back." He shrugged. "We're even..." At that moment his mind reflected on everything Sam had done to him recently. "Actually, no we're not. Not even close."

Sam laughed humorlessly, the sound scaring Freddie a little bit. "You're damn right we aren't. Mama won. But Mama is also pissed off. Sometimes you need to learn your place, Fredward. Learn to take a fucking joke!" She yelled, the growl evident in her voice. Her blonde curls bounced around her face, seeming as angry as her red rimmed eyes and flaring nostrils.

"Fine," He shrugged again, his voice quieter than before. "You won. Again." Sam always declared victory, whether she actually won or not. This wasn't news to Freddie. "So why are you so pissed off that I did the same thing back to you that you did to me?"
Sam studied him closely for a few seconds before realizing that he wasn't kidding. He really did believe that it was the same thing. "You are such a moron." Her voice was a mixture of anger and frustration. "It wasn't the same thing! What you did today is not what I did to you!"

"Yeah, Sam, it really was. You jumped me in the hallway, so I did the same to you." Freddie furrowed his eyebrows, slightly convinced that Sam was grasping at straws, determined only to pick a fight with him. "How is that different?"

Sam began blushing as she spoke but her angry voice didn't show the embarrassment that she was feeling. "I let you finish! I didn't get you all worked up and ready to go and then walk away!"

Realization hit Freddie and the color drained from his face, "...Oh." He paused, "I, um..." He stuttered for a moment before gaining a bit of composure, "So...is that why you missed homeroom?" Sam let out a grunt of annoyance.

"What the fuck do you think?" She stared him down, moving ever closer to him. "That was really fucking low, Freddie."

Freddie backed down, holding his hands up in protest. "I'm sorry. That wasn't what I meant to do." At that moment Freddie realized that Sam was right. He was a moron. "I...I mean... Did you want me to keep going?"
Sam rolled her eyes to once again convey Freddie's stupidity but the truth was it was a damn good question. "Freddie, at that point it didn't really matter what I wanted. The damage was done. The job needed finishing." Sam was hoping to avoid any more embarrassment by speaking in general terms, not saying anything that indicated what they were really talking about, but it didn't help much. This conversation was torture.

Once again with the stuttering, "I, uh...I'm sorry?" He cringed, knowing that Sam would pick up on the way his voice hitched to make his simple statement a question. Sam huffed, doing exactly what he expected her to. Her jaw clenched and she reached up to grab the front of his shirt.

"That doesn't sound convincing, Freddick." When her eyes met his he saw just how angry she was; her eyes, which were normally a beautiful blue, were almost black. His breath hitched as she pulled on his shirt, causing him to stumble forward a little.

"Sam...I didn't know." His tone changed. He was going for sincere; he just hoped it came across that way. "I never planned to get you...that way..." He looked down so she couldn't see him blushing. "I didn't have a plan. I was just reacting to what you were doing." He swallowed. If it were at all possible this conversation was about to get more embarrassing. "I realized that you liked what I was doing and I panicked."

Sam scoffed "I saw the look on your face when you walked away." She forced him to look at her by pushing under his chin with her fist roughly. "You weren't scared."

Freddie shoved her fist away, feeling his own blood begin to boil. He pushed her away, exerting a little more force than he intended due to his rising anger. "Fine, Sam. I wasn't scared. Not that it matters because you would find a reason to bitch at me either way! You just have to be right, don't you?" He shook his head. "That's not an attractive quality, you know."

Sam was a little surprised by his reaction. She expected another stammering excuse; or something to get her out of his face. Instead he was angry that she questioned him. "Didn't stop you from finding me attractive before," She rolled her eyes. "What is your problem? You liked me, so I gave you a little extra attention. I had some fun with you. I almost made you pass out you liked me so much. I'm sorry if helping you feel good makes me a bitch."

It was Freddie's turn to roll his eyes. "You really expect me to believe that all the crap you put me through was well intentioned?"

Sam could find nothing to say, instead she just stared at him, her mind reeling. At first it had just been a game, but then she saw what an effect she had on him. She liked having that kind of an effect on a boy. Even if it was Freddie Benson. But how could she tell him that without him getting cocky? Or worse...even more ticked off? She decided she couldn't and opted for the escape route. Shrugging, she replied blankly, "You tell me. You enjoyed it." Her poker face had always been her best friend and it had never failed her, not even now when it seemed like everything important rested upon its shoulders.

Freddie stared, silently planning his next move. If she was lying, and he admitted he enjoyed it she would never let him hear the end of it. The games she had been playing lately would continue for the rest of his life. But if she was telling the truth and he said he didn't like it, it could set his relationship with Sam back to where it had been a few years ago when she was always mean to him and never let him see the good Sam. Instead of answering her question straight away he stuttered again, "I...Um..."

Sam was growing impatient. "Out with it, Benson!"

He took a deep breath, deciding that no matter what, he wasn't prepared to move backwards. He could only imagine what his life would've been like if he had, had a crush on her when she threatened to beat him up (and often did) every day. "Fine! I liked it!" He shouted, catching Sam off guard a little. "I liked it, Sam." He repeated quietly, "Make fun of me if you feel the need. I don't care anymore, okay? You win."

His answer blew Sam's poker face away. Her mouth fell open a little. The thought never crossed her mind that he would admit that he liked the things that she had been doing. The look on her face was pure confusion. "...You did? Even the part in the hallway yesterday?" She made a face of slight disgust that gave Freddie pause before answering.

Freddie looked down, realizing that even if he had enjoyed the things Sam had done to him mostly because he liked her didn't mean that she felt the same. In fact, he thought, she was probably more disgusted than what she let on. Nevertheless he nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, "Yes." He squeaked, a blush rising to his cheeks.

Sam decided to test his sincerity, "You claim that what you did today wasn't meant to be cruel. You just got caught up in the moment and didn't know how to get yourself out of it, right?"
Freddie opened his eyes and studied her face, searching for evidence that she was playing a game. Finding none he nodded slowly.
A smile spread across Sam's face like none Freddie had ever seen before. "Okay..." She dragged the word out a little. "So if I want you to you'll finish what you started?"

Freddie stared at her disbelievingly, before pausing to contemplate her question. "I..." He trailed off, still unsure of his true answer. Instead he just shrugged. "I don't know." He really wasn't sure what she wanted to hear, but he figured he should go with the truth just to be safe. He sighed, and studied her face for a few seconds. "If you're asking, if I had it to do all over again only finish the job…the answer is no."

"No?" Sam questioned, not sure of her opinion on his answer. "Why not?" She was curious. After all, he liked her. Why wouldn't he want to help her finish what he had started? It should be a dream come true.

"Because I shouldn't have started it in the first place." He said nervously, not looking directly at her as he spoke. "I shouldn't have done what I did in school out in the open where other people could have seen."

Sam shrugged, "I did it to you. Quit being a pansy, Benson."

Freddie was annoyed at the insult but fought the urge to lash out. His voice was strained as he answered. "I shouldn't have been thinking about payback." He paused "I should have just..." He trailed off. Given the tone of her last response he wasn't ready to put himself out there yet.

"Should have just what?" Sam pressed, not willing to let him close up. "Tell me, Freddie." She demanded, staring at him hard. Freddie knew her anger could be called upon at any moment, but he didn't care.

"I should have just..." He trailed off once more. He closed his eyes for a minute summoning all of his courage, and then he lunged forward and smashed his lips into hers. Panic quickly set in and he pulled away feverishly, expecting the worst to come. He began breathing heavily and trembling. Or at least he felt like he was trembling. He didn't know if Sam could see his fear.

Sam stared at him in shock, seemingly frozen to the spot in which she stood. Her mouth fell open, trying to find words, but failing. Freddie opened his eyes slowly, his heartbeat picking up even more when he saw her face. She gaped like a fish, still rendered speechless. Freddie mentally cursed himself for making it so awkward. "...Sorry." He mumbled, his face turning a deep red.

"You just kissed me." Sam's voice was deadpan. She wasn't really talking to Freddie. It was just a thought that somehow escaped her lips.

Freddie swallowed, "I said I was sorry, Sam!" He stuttered in a panicked rush. "I-I, just forget it happened. I didn't mean to! I mean... I did, but I didn't think about it and... Just don't hurt me!" He stepped backward subconsciously, eyeing the blonde in fear.

Freddie's outburst snapped Sam out of her trance. She stared at the fearful boy for a moment, a smirk spreading across her face. "You know if you pee on Carly's floor she's gonna have a fit."

Freddie's eyebrows knitted together. "...You're not gonna kill me?" He asked timidly, knowing that Sam would have usually beaten any guy into a pulp who dared kiss her without permission. Freddie didn't assume he should be any different.

"I'm gonna come closer now." She answered quietly as if talking to a scared child or puppy. "Don't freak out. I'm not gonna hurt you unless you get scared and pee your pants or throw up on me or something. Just...Relax." Sam stepped forward, making up the distance between them that Freddie had created a moment earlier.

Freddie swallowed hard. His stomach felt like it was tied up in knots. "W-what are you doing?" He questioned, his eyes meeting hers; he noticed her eyes had changed to a very dark blue now. They were no longer black. His eyes drifted to her lips and he swallowed again.

Sam put her hand on his cheek, causing Freddie to flinch. She stroked the side if his face gently to put him at ease, before leaning in. Freddie's eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat when her lips met his, this time not by force, but willingly. Samantha Puckett was willingly kissing him. He stared at the blurry outline of her face for a moment before instinct kicked in. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to kiss her back. Sam deepened it and pushed on his chest just hard enough to make him fall backwards. Freddie gasped into the kiss, afraid he was going to hit the floor, but a 'whoosh' came out from under him and he realized he had fallen into one of Carly's beanbag chairs.

Sam didn't miss a beat, as she continued to kiss him. She was understandably annoyed when he broke away to demand an explanation. His voice squeaked when the first sounds left his mouth, earning a giggle from Sam. "You okay?" She asked between giggles, her eyes shifting from his lips to his big brown eyes that were silently questioning her.

"Um..." Freddie trailed off, not knowing what to say. He shifted slightly beneath her as he looked up at her. "What's going on?"

"Well..." She drew out the word dramatically, "I'm pretty sure I was about to find your tonsils in there if you had just let me keep looking for them." She smirked.

Freddie blushed and pinched himself. Sam giggled, "Did you just pinch yourself, Fredward?" Freddie cringed, not believing that he was such a dork (even though Sam reminded him every day).
"Just...making sure I'm not dreaming again." He smiled softly, making Sam's cheeks tint pink. Freddie cautiously wrapped his arms around her waist, relishing in the feel of her warm body against his.

Sam smiled. The feeling of his strong arms around her was something she could get used to, but she couldn't tell him that... Not yet anyway. "Dreaming again?" she questioned, with arched eyebrows.

Freddie blushed, "Yeah." He told her shyly. "I dream about you a lot." He smiled a little, the corners of his mouth twitching upward as he watched her face.

She smirked. "Oh yeah? Does Mama Benson have to wash your sheets after these dreams?" She teased, barely finishing her thought before uncontrollable giggles set in.
Freddie blushed hard. He was equal parts embarrassed, and not at all shocked by her bluntness. Rather than whine as was his typical response to this sort of teasing from Sam, he decided to try something different. He gently pulled her down so her head was level to his, and whispered in her ear, "Of course. You're usually naked in them."

Sam bit her lip, her giggles dying down quickly. "Oh yeah?" She murmured, pulling back to look at his face again. The intensity of his gaze made a shiver run down her spine. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. After a long pause, she whispered shakily, "Kiss me." Freddie didn't hesitate to oblige, leaning up slightly to meet his lips with hers for the third blissful time. Sam groaned, shifting so she was straddling him. Freddie coached her mouth open, slipping his tongue inside the opening, feeling around her mouth, tasting all of her for the first time. His hands slid beneath her shirt, pushing the thin t-shirt she was wearing up above her stomach. She pulled away quickly, just long enough to lift her arms to allow him to finish what he was attempting to do.

Freddie swallowed as he openly stared at the half naked girl sitting above him. His eyes roamed from her perfect chest that rose and fell with every breath she took, to her tight stomach. A closer look revealed the outline of abs. She smirked and pulled his face up to look at hers. Freddie blushed and met her eyes, opening his mouth to apologize for staring. Sam stopped him mid-stutter by placing her index finger over his lips. Freddie closed his mouth and eyed her curiously.

"It's okay." She whispered, "You can look at me." Inside, her head was protesting to the words that were coming out of her mouth. She wasn't sure how she felt about him staring at her, so vulnerable and exposed as she sat atop of him.

Freddie eased them over, so that he was hovering above her, smiling down. He stroked her cheek softly, hoping to convey just how much he understood the fragility of the situation. Sam began to feel nervous and squirmed a little. She was never any good with soft and sweet. Instead of allowing him to continue, she squeezed her eyes shut and kissed him hard, tugging at his belt buckle in the process. Freddie gasped into the kiss and pulled away slightly, "Really?" He questioned, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. Sam met his eye and nodded, somehow more sure of this than she had been of anything else in her life.

"Yes," she murmured. Her whisper served as enough to put Freddie at ease as he bent down to capture her lips once more, holding her tenderly in his arms.

I would like to thank KSWheels for helping me write this chapter. Go thank him! Because without him you guys probably would not have this chapter. Now, this is the ending to this story. But we (KSWheels and I) have some...future things planned. :) So live long and prosper. Don't forget to take the nachos out of the toilet before they get soggy and as always, happy reviewing!

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