-Too Damn Perfect-

Sleepover—normal.

Sharing a bed with her best friend—normal.

Wrapping herself around the girl of her dreams, her tongue in her mouth and her fingers in her hair—well…

Sam moaned low in her throat, a shiver travelling along her spine as Carly echoed the sentiment, her own much breathier.

She could listen to the brunette's sounds forever.

Sliding a thigh up between Carly's, the blonde grasped the hem of the tank top the younger girl had worn to bed and shoved it upwards, doing her best to touch ever bit of flesh she had uncovered and commit it to memory.

Considering the way her heart was attempting to jackhammer its way out of her chest she was actually quite impressed with the deft, confident way her hands glided over pale skin, groping and kneading , tweaking and teasing. It helped that her partner was incredibly responsive, gasping and moaning in response as her spine arched and her hips bucked.

In fact, by the time Sam had her stripped down to just her panties, the brunette was whimpering, her thighs spreading in a silent invitation that was almost as jaw-droppingly sexy as the heated desire that smoldered in dark eyes.

"Sam…"

Fingers found the front of cotton panties, blue eyes widening at the dampness they found there, and the older girl murmured, "I love you, Carls."

In response, Carly pulled her best friend in for a sweet, lingering kiss, the depth of the emotion behind the gentle gesture making tears well up at the corners of her eyes. Nothing needed to be said.

She was just too damn perfect.

From that point on, the two were lost in a maelstrom of passion; hips rocked, legs intertwined, fingers clutching in a desperate attempt to ground and to make the world fly apart; soft, throaty moans filled the air around them, swallowed up by eager lips and questing tongues; pale, silken skin slid against pale, silken skin, flushed by ecstasy, damp with a combination of sweat and excitement.

When at last Sam slumped against her newfound lover, breast heaving with each ragged breath, she was exhausted, muscles she didn't even know existed aching deliciously and Carly wasn't in much better condition. They laid there for a moment, just breathing, before the brunette made a soft, pleased sound and ran her fingers through thick blonde waves, a gentle smile spreading across her face.

"That was…"

"Yeah," Sam agreed, snuggling closer. "I'm not squishing you, am I?"

"It's a little late to be wondering that," the younger girl laughed.

"Ack… True."

"So cute." That comment made Sam blush… Which only made Carly laugh more, the sound warm and rich. "What is it about you that makes you so perfect?"

"Hey now, that's my line!"

"I said it first."

"Yeah, well, tough toenails. I thought it first. A looooong time ago."

"How long?" She sounded much more serious all of a sudden. "I think… I might have fallen for you when we started iCarly together."

Sam chuckled. "Way before that."

"What?! Seriously?"

"Mhmm…"

Carly nudged the blonde. "You can't just leave it at that."

Another chuckle. "Remember when I tried to steal that sandwich from you?"

"Ugh. You were such a tyrant back then." She shifted a bit. "Wait, you had a crush on me then?"

"Mhmm. The only reason I went to bother you was because I thought you were really… really pretty."

Too damn pretty, actually.

"Oh my gosh, Sam!" Suddenly, the older girl was being crushed into a bear hug. "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."

And now she was blushing, damnit.

"Yeah, yeah."

The lull that followed was a peaceful one in which Carly petted blonde locks and Sam dozed, completely at ease in her lover's arms.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Mm?"

"I love you, too."

And, just like that, the moment was perfect.

-Fin-

This was definitely different from Distraction's usual style o-o Let me know what you thought!