A/N: So… since we haven't seen some real Seddie interaction in eight months, I thought I'd make a nice, steamy lemon for you Seddiers. :P It's set right after iCan't Take It when Sam and Freddie make up. So basically, it's make-up sex. Hahaha. :P

This is seriously one big fat lemon, and it's kinda' lengthy, so if you don't like it, please don't read it. lol. Because if you don't like smut, you would literally HATE this fanfic. :P

Continue on and enjoy! ;)

"Look… having Sam in your life is like… it's like owning a wild chimp," Carly surmises. "Sure, she's unpredictable. She can go berserk and chew your foot off, but you keep her clean and well-fed. She's adorable and cool… and tons of fun."

"I know, but—" Freddie starts.

"She said she was sorry!" Carly scolds him, making him give a face. "And she really meant it… Sam loves you."

She smacks Sam on the arm, signaling for her to clarify for him.

"Uh, it's kinda'… true," Sam says, refusing to make eye contact with nothing but the floor.

Carly steps back, nodding her head towards Freddie to silently tell Sam to kiss him. Sam only flicks an eyebrow up quickly, still refusing to make eye contact with him. Freddie knew Carly was right; Sam did love him. And as long as she did just that, nothing else really mattered. Who cared if he didn't go to that N.E.R.D. camp? He was too smart not to be successful in the future anyway.

Freddie swallows thickly, the atmosphere becoming a little awkward as they stand a few feet away from each other, unsure of what they should say. Carly finally decides to take the initiative before they can do anything, though, so she stepps forward, placing her hands on their shoulders and pushing them closer to each other.

Sam was relentless, though, still refusing to make eye contact, eyes roving everywhere but him. After a few seconds, she finally looks up at him, a cute, crooked grin beginning to form on his face. She can't help but smile back; his grin was irresistible. It was one of those contagious grins that could have you smiling along with it in no time. Carly was beginning to get annoyed as they stared at each other, so she finally pushes their heads together, joining them at the lips.

Sam's lips move slowly in tandem with his, creating a familiar slow rhythm between them. She can feel her skin burning up where Freddie has his hands pressed against her back—even beneath the fabric of her plaid shirt—fingers splayed open across it as he presses his lips against hers harder. For a moment, they forget where they are, and it feels like it's just the two of them in the studio—or rather, the world.

That is until Gibby begins singing.

"Loving youuuuu," Gibby sings, making Sam pull away and look behind her, "is my favorite thing to dooo. And if you'll be mine! To the ends of all time!"

They begin to laugh. Hey, for Gibby, it didn't sound too horrid!

"My heart will sing the sweetest part of this song! Of loooooove!" he finishes.

Carly, Sam, and Freddie clap as he finishes his song, shaking their heads and laughing a bit.

"Gibbeh," he finally says, holding out the microphone horizontally and dropping it on the floor.

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"Well, Carly, I think we're just about to leave right now," Freddie says, taking Sam's hand in his.

After Gibby had left the studio after his little serenade, Carly, Sam, and Freddie made their way downstairs, Carly cooing and squealing over how cute they were as she offered them food. It had only been thirty minutes since they'd first started eating the bowl of cubed fruit on the table, just talking and chattering about random things. But both on Sam and Freddie's minds were what had happened earlier. Both wanted to talk to the other, let out what they were feeling, what they felt in those moments when it seemed Freddie was going to break up with her.

"Okay," Carly smiles back, leading them to the door. "See you guys tomorrow."

"Seeya," they mumble back simultaneously as she shuts the door.

He turns around awkwardly to face her, and she just raises and eyebrow and steps to the side, nodding towards his apartment door.

"Is Crazy home?"

"Nope. Late shift at the hospital."

They know what that means.

Without another word, Freddie opens up his apartment door, and before he can press her into the door and kiss her like he'd been wanting to ever since they were eating the cubed fruit, she takes his hand and leads her to his bedroom.

When they get there, he grabs ahold of her waist from behind when she reaches the foot of his bed, pulling her snug against him as he immediately kisses down her neck. He lets his hands creep up her upper body, getting closer to his intended target. His fingers graze vertically across her ribs ever so slowly, kissing a trail along her neck. He could feel her pulse quickening beneath his lips, and he grins against her flesh, pulling her even closer to him.

She breathes heavily through her nostrils, a hand flitting to the back of Freddie's head as he continues to kiss across her neck.

"Freddie…" she whispers, eyes closing and biting her lip.

"Yeah, Sam?" he asks innocently, bringing his lips up to her ear as his thumbs graze just beneath the curve of her breasts.

"I'm so sorry…" she whispers back, ignoring the rush that goes through her at the feel of his hands on her and opening her eyes to look at him. "About the whole N.E.R.D. camp thing."

"It's okay, baby," he whispers, not wanting to think about it as he begins to unbutton her top. "I forgive you."

"No, it's not," she whimpers, tears prodding at her eyes. But she stops them, not wanting to seem weak in front of him. Since when does Sam Puckett cry anyway? "You were right. You could've done something amazing—could've had such a better future—and I just ruined it for you. I don't know anyone who'd still want to be with me after that. I'm the worst girlfriend ever."

His eyebrows scrunch up in concern as she turns around and looks up at him shyly, hoping he won't notice the dampness that's beginning to collect in her eyes.

He only shakes his head back and forth and runs his fingers through the side of her head and into her hair, leaving a lingering kiss on her forehead softly. Her hand comes up to latch onto his forearm as she bows her head into the kiss and bites her lip against the apprehension seizing her nerves.

"I told you, it's okay," he whispers against her skin.

"No, I—"

"Stop," he says sternly, a little anger laced in his tone. "Stop it. You're not the worst girlfriend ever. Far from it, actually. There is no one out there like you, Sam. No one that drives me as insane as you can, no one that can make me smile as wide as you can… no one. I still have a great future ahead of me, Sam. C'mon, you know me. I'm Freddie the tech nerd!"

She laughs shakily at that, but she still shakes her head and bites her lip, looking away from him and still dwelling on the feeling of guilt eating at her.

"So stop apologizing," he says and kisses her forehead again. "It's okay."

Before she can respond, he captures her lips in a heated kiss, forcing them open with his tongue as his hands go back to unbuttoning her top, which had only three buttons left latched. When he finally gets them open, he pushes it back and pulls away, signaling for her to take it off.

She complies, pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She's left in only a bright blue spaghetti strap, and he immediately runs his fingertips along its hem for only a second before lifting it up and over her head, revealing her matching solid blue bra. He steps back and allows his eyes to travel up and down his girlfriend's body, appreciating her amazing figure.

And he wasn't even done undressing her yet.

Her eyes roam everywhere but him, and she crosses her arms over her chest uncomfortably.

"No, Sam," he immediately says softly, reaching forward to uncross her arms. "You're beautiful."

She looks up at him with an unsure look in her eyes, eyebrows flitting upward a bit.

"No, I'm no—"

He kisses her before she can even finish the sentence, and she closes her eyes immediately, hands clutching the collar of his black striped polo.

After a few more minutes of a heated lip-lock, Sam pulls away with swollen lips and whispers his name.

"Please…" she says as her hands slide down to his chest.

He smirks and knows exactly what she wants, so he lifts her up and brings her down on the bed gently. He stands at the foot of it, looking down at her and still smirking. She lifts herself up by her forearms and looks up at him, trying to anticipate his next move. He finally kneels on the bed slowly and lifts his shirt up and over his head, leaving him clad in a white tank top. But he removes that quickly as well and crawls over to her, never breaking eye contact, leaning over her as he brought his head down to hers.

She closes her eyes, expecting his lips to come in contact with hers. When they don't, she pops her eyes open to see him smiling cockily, lips just mere inches from hers. She growls and takes the initiative, leaning up and forcing their lips together smoothly, opening and closing together in a slow rhythm. She could still feel his smile against her lips, and she brings a hand up to the back of his neck, dropping her arm down and laying flat on the bed now with him on top of her.

Not being able to take it anymore, he reaches down and pops open the snap of her jeans before unzipping them and beginning to push them down her slender legs, fingers searing her flesh wherever they graze.

The hot, tingling sensation beginning to wrack Sam's core makes her dizzy, and she just watches his slow movements beneath heavy-lidded eyes. She's only dimly aware of the room around her when she sees him removing his own pants after hers had come off. She only comes back to reality when she feels his weight propped up against her, and for whatever reason, she gasps into the chaste kiss he places on her lips.

It was heating up in his room, and he could feel his skin dampening with sweat with her body heat against him. Her scent—sweet, gentle, and and purely Sam—was intoxicating, and he felt the desire pulsating through him and down into his crotch when his hands come up to knead her breasts firmly.

She can't help the moan that escapes her lips as she arches into his touch. She feels his hands wrap around her, unclasping her bra in one swift motion and nearly tearing the offending piece of fabric off of her and tossing it into the empty abyss surrounding his bed. His pupils look dilated when his eyes travel over her chest, and he bites his bottom lip against a moan when he feels a rush of blood make its way down south.

When he comes over her again to kiss her, she takes him by surprise and flips them over, straddling him and placing her hips purposely right over the spot that's beginning to pulsate wildly.

His eyes roll back into his head with a moan as she presses down against his hardness, grinding against him, slowly at first. She watches as his chest heaves with heavy breaths and his mouth hangs open with his quickened pants, gasping for air in the sudden stifling heat of his room.

She could feel him quickly hardening beneath her hips, and suddenly, it's her turn to smirk at him. He growls at the dominating gesture, and he brings her lips crashing down against his before making her gasp as he flips them back over again.

He brings his head down to lick at her breasts for a few moments and then wastes no time in kissing down the expanse of her flat stomach, looking up at her. When he finally reaches her matching blue panties, his smoldering eyes flick up to look at her as he drags his teeth gently across her hipbone. She bites her lip and moans, a hand flitting down to one of his to squeeze it. He knew she was very sensitive there, and he was going to drive her crazy by teasing her in the exact same spot.

He smiles slyly as he hooks his fingers around the side of her underwear and pulls them down her legs agonizingly slow, watching her breath gradually quicken as he drags them farther and farther down. She practically lets out a sigh of relief when he finally pulls them off of her completely, tossing them over his shoulder just as he'd done with her bra. She could feel her breath quickening through her nostrils as she watches him, switching from hipbone to hipbone and driving her insane.

"Freddie..." she pleads. "Please."

"Please what?" he asks slyly, continuing to nip right near her core.

Not willing to take any more of his torture, she takes a breath and says softly, "Put your mouth on me."

He smiles and lowers his head agonizingly slow and smirks, "No problem."

He doesn't give her a chance to respond and brings his mouth down against her core, kissing and licking immediately. He groans against her when he feels how aroused he'd made her, making his tongue vibrate inside her. She cries out and throws her head back in surprise at the sensation and brings her head down and onto the back of his head, fingers curling in his hair and tugging slightly. He continues licking her open, his tongue dipping into her repeatedly and bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

When he feels his jaw tense up after a few moments, he pulls away, immediately replacing his mouth with his fingers, pushing one smoothly inside her. He makes note of the way she cries his name out in pleasure, his thumb rubbing insistently against the particularly sensitive spot above her entrance as he continues to push his finger inside her. A few minutes later, he pushes a second one inside and listens to her, keening high in her throat and beginning to arch off the bed.

"Oh, God, baby," she pants. "Freddie… God… fuck… I'm gonna'… Uhn."

She comes apart just a few seconds later, arching her back, muscles clenching around his fingers, eyes rolling back into her head as his name and a few expletives escape her lips. He bites his lip and reaches into his boxers to wrap his hand around himself as she comes back from her high. That was incredibly hot. He loved watching her let go. He tightens his fist around himself at the thought of being inside her, what it would feel like, and begins stroking at a slow pace.

When she finally catches her breath, she opens her eyes, and they darken when she takes in the sight of Freddie touching himself. He looks almost hypnotized by her, mouth hanging open and eyes glazing over, and she crawls towards him, removing his boxers teasingly. His hand stops and removes itself from his member, and she looks up at him teasingly, wanting to get him back for driving her insane earlier.

"On your knees," she whispers, hot breath ghosting across his dick, and he shivers at the sensation.

He complies, though, and gets up on his knees, watching her intently as her lips come in contact with the side of his shaft. She licks an intricate pattern around him, not taking him in just yet, and he growls in frustration, a hand about to come up and into her hair to force her to suck him. Instead, her quick reflexes allow her to stop his hand, intertwining their fingers while she wraps her lips around his head and sucks roughly, taking note of the way he cries out nervously and tries to push himself farther into her mouth.

She continues licking an intricate pattern around him, refusing to take all of him into her mouth, and soon enough, Freddie can't take it anymore.

"Sam…" he grinds out through gritted teeth. "C'mon…"

"What?" she asks innocently, pulling away and licking once across the slit at the head of his cock.

"Ahh," Freddie shivers at the sensation, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Sam," he says firmly again, anger beginning to rise in his tone.

"Ask nicely."

"Please…" he growls, but she shakes her head, smiling.

"Nicer than that."

He debates on whether he should ask nicely and give up, but he tosses the thought away as quickly as it comes. Sam dominated everything else in his life, but this, these moments were always his.

"Suck me," he says instead, and he sees surprise flicker across her eyes for a moment before she pulls even farther away from him slyly.

"Well, I guess you really don't want it that bad," she smirks, crossing her arms and laying back against the pillows. He bites his lip at the view he gives her, legs spread slightly and jutting her chest out purposely.

He considers the almost painful pulsation in his dick—his incredible need to be inside her at that very moment—and he thinks of actually asking nicely. At least just this once.

He glares at her and keeps a stern face while he says, "Please."

She smiles victoriously and crawls back toward him again, this time bringing her head down and immediately wrapping her lips around him, inhaling him down her throat as far as she is able.

"Ahhhhh," he breathes out in relief, back arching and eyes rolling into the back of his head as he places a hand gently on the back of her head.

The consistent pressure of her lips wrapped around him—slick and warm and wet—has him near the edge in just a few minutes, and he fights himself when he feels the urge to begin thrusting into her mouth. He nearly jumps and cries out when she wraps a hand around his base, moving up and down in tandem with her pace.

"Sam…" he groans out. "Sam… Sam, stop… I'm gonna'… Ah- Sam. Sam… Sam! Stop!"

She gasps out when she pulls him out of her mouth with a pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Strands of hair fall on her face, giving her a smoldering, simply electrifyingly sexy look on her face, and suddenly, he wants to ravish her, to make her his.

So he grabs her and kisses her roughly, nipping at her bottom lip and making her moan. Their teeth and tongues clash together, making slick, wet noises as he feels rushes of desire flow through him. Just when he is about to push into her and finally get what he wants, she flips them over in one swift motion, making him gasp out in surprise. Before he can even ask her what she's doing, he suddenly feels himself buried deep inside her, the overwhelming feelings of tightness and wetness around him making him nearly explode.

Freddie groans, a million sensations hitting him all at once as he places his hands on her hips, guiding her as she slowly begins to rock on him. He watches her, biting her bottom lip and moaning in time with her slow thrusts. He swears he could explode right then and there; she looked so damn sexy. He moans again when her pace quickens just the slightest bit, sliding him into her even deeper. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, and his eyes roll to the back of his head with a moan.

"Sam…" he gasps, grip tightening around her waist.

"Mmm," she supplies, hands sliding against the sheen of sweat beginning to collect on his chest.

"Ahh… baby…" he strains, the pleasure streaking across his body overwhelming him as he held onto her hips for dear life. "You feel so good… God…"

"So do you," she says, barely a whisper, which she seals with a moan. She leans down and brings her lips to nip across his jawbone while she ground her hips against him. She cries out softly against his skin when he brushes against a spot deep inside her, her nails digging into his flesh a bit. "God, Freddie."

He keeps panting her name as her pace quickens every minute or so, and she does the same. Her breath was coming out in short heaves, and she throws her head back and cries out when he brushes against that spot deep inside her again, making her walls clench around him tightly.

"Fuck," Freddie hisses, grip tightening on her waist and sliding her down onto him faster.

"Uhh, Freddie…" Sam cries out softly in a high-pitched voice. "Oh, God… Yeah, baby… Mmm…"

He could tell she was close by the way she bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the overwhelming feeling of pleasure he was providing her every time he slid inside her. She ground her hips against him, walls beginning to tighten up around him.

"God, Freddie!" she cries out. "Baby! I'm gonna'… Oh, God…"

"Say it," Freddie says, looking up at her and trying to hold back. "Say it. Come on… Tell me what you're gonna' do."

"Ahh, Freddie… I'm gonna'… Fuck!"

"C'mon, Sam. Say it," he says again, staring up at her as her fingers curl against his chest, right at the edge.

"I'm gonna'… Fuck, I'm gonna' come!" she cries out.

Just three seconds later, her eyes roll back into her head, back arching, muscles clenching around him as she reaches her peak, milking him and crying out loudly. Freddie bit his lip, willing himself away from his impending release as she comes back down from her high. He wanted to last as long as he could; he wanted to spend as long as he could showing her how much he loved her, because he didn't realize how close he was to losing her, and he intended to show her he'd never let her go that easily.

She was panting against him now, laying limp and breathing heavily. He could feel their skin sticking together with a thin sheet of sweat, and he rolls them over, pulling out of Sam for a second to capture her lips in a heated kiss. He moves his lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking momentarily, trying to rein her back in. When he kisses a particularly sensitive spot on her neck and moans, he knows she's ready again, so he pushes back into her, grinning when she cries out loudly.

"Fuck! Freddie!"

"God, Sam, you feel so good," he growls as he moves in and out of her.

She doesn't respond, too focused on the snakes of pleasure running through her each time he pushes into her. The look on her face, inflicted with a certain concentration and pure pleasure brings him to the edge, and he moans, pushing into her even harder as he leans down and captures her lips in a heated kiss. He licks into her mouth, tangling their tongues together heatedly as he pumps his hips faster.

"Oh, God!" she cries, burying her head into his shoulder and arching her hips up to meet him.

His hips jerk forward at the sensation when she's meeting him thrust for thrust, and instinctively, her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him into her even deeper, and he can only groan, breathing heavily as he tried to contain himself.

"Sam… God… I can't… Shit. I need to- Ungh."

"Oh, Freddie," she groans back into his ear. "Fuck me."

That's all the encouragement he needs, and he pushes into her harder and faster than he's ever had, reeling him right toward the edge. Right before stars flash beneath his eyelids and he's coming hard inside her, his lips find hers, and he lets out a loud, muffled groan against her lips. Just two seconds later, she feels her clench impossibly tighter around him, crying out and pushing her hips towards him insistently to try and hold onto the feeling, gripping handfuls of sheets beneath her.

A few minutes later, when he finally catches his breath, he finally pulls out of her and rolls to his side, taking her in his arms and kissing her temple.

"That was…" she says after a few moments, unsure that there are words to describe what just happened.

"Fucking amazing," he finishes with a laugh, wrapping his arms tighter around her. "Why are you so sexy? I mean, Jesus, Puckett."

"Well, thanks," she blushes. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Says the one whose mouth was on somebody's dick earlier," he challenges.

"Good point," she quips. "But seriously… that was hot."

"Yeah," he replies. "We should fight more often; I think make-up sex is my new favorite thing."

He hears her laugh lightly in her throat, and he laughs along with her, kissing her temple again. She yawns and tells him that she's tired, and he agrees, tangling their legs together and burrowing his head farther into his pillow to sleep.

He falls asleep faster than he knew possible.

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She wakes up the next morning to discover herself tangled up in sheets, pillows, and a naked Freddie. She turns around in his arms and has to smile at the small grin curled on his lips, and she brushes her nose back and forth against his gently in an Eskimo kiss to wake him up. His eyes begin to flutter open, and he smiles immediately through heavy eyelids at the sight of her and breathes her in. He brings his head down to the crook of her neck and begins kissing her there.

"Whoaaa, down boy," she says jokingly pushing insistently against his shoulder. "I think we had enough last night."

"I can never get enough of you," he replies with a smile.

"Cute," she smirks. "But I can."

He pouts and gives a disappointed look, like he hurt him, and she laughs, shoving him playfully on his shoulder and sliding out of bed. He bites his lip at the incredible view he's given with his nude girlfriend in the room.

"Please don't go," he pleads, eyes still traveling over her incredibly sexy body.

She looks at him sympathetically as she begins to pull her clothes back on.

"Aww," she says, leaning over him to plant a small kiss on his lips. "Don't worry; I'll be back before you know it."

He frowns but nods anyway, sitting up and stretching his neck out. When she finally pulls all of her clothes on, she sits on the bed and wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him for a few seconds before pulling away.

"And then, when I get back here, maybe we can fool around some more," she suggests in a seductive tone before planting one last kiss on his lips and leaving the room in a flash.

Long after she's gone, Freddie just shakes his head with a smile and wonders why he ever thought of letting go of her.

A/N: Wow. I actually worked a lot harder on this than I originally thought I would. lol. I hoped you liked it! And if you did, voice it out in a review! I know it's embarrassing—reviewing a lemon—but don't worry, we're all perverted. lmao. C'mon, why do you think there's so many lemons in The Ballad of Sam and Freddie and that it's so popular? 'CAUSE THAT'S WHAT THE SEDDIERS WANT. lol. There's so much sexual tension between those two, so c'mon. We can't help it. Haha. :P

So please read, review, and favorite and all that good stuff. Thanks! :)