Eccedentesiast (Puckentine)

#HiddenFeelings

Word count: 4222

Sam woke up to the sight of hot pink, the color of the blanket she was covered in, inhaling Cats lingering scent. For a moment Sam was confused until she got up and saw Carly and Melanie sleeping on her bed, recalling last night events of how she had to convince Carly and Melanie that her sheets were fresh and clean, that Nona had changed them when she had visited to clean the apartment, knowing that Sam didn't really leave Cat's side at the hospital.

The hospital. She had to go back and see Cat, with high hopes that she will wake up today. Sam got up and left the room making sure not to wake Carly and/or Melanie.

Sam headed to the kitchen making sure she closed the door to the bedroom. She saw Freddie sleeping from the end of the hallway. She went to the fridge to serve herself a glass of orange juice, and glanced at Freddie from the stool where the counter was in the kitchen. Freddie heard someone fumbling around in the kitchen, he propped himself up on his elbows to see Sam there on the stool. "Morning" Freddie greeted. "Morning, ...didn't mean to wake you" Sam said with no emotion. "It's okay." Freddie replies and patted the sofa making Sam get up from the stool and make her way to the sofa to sit beside Freddie. "Can we talk?" Freddie asked. "Yeah, sure what's up?" Sam said casually. "No, I mean really talk... about us." Freddie added. Sam remained quiet for a moment. "There is nothing to talk." She said with no emotion in her voice masking her true emotions. Sam was about to get up but Freddie put his hand on her wrist. "Please stay." He said softly and Sam remained seated quietly allowing him to go on. "I...I still love you." He stuttered out as they both locked eyes. Sam was frowning holding back her emotions. Freddie was her first love and he will always be.

Sam put her hand on Freddie's hand and was about to say something but nothing came out so she moved her hand away. Freddie could sense that Sam was about to leave so he put his hand on Sam's and rubbed it with his thumb. He cupped her cheek and caressed it as he leaned in to kiss her. Nothing was registering in Sam's mind. Her body on autopilot just kept going with it until somehow slow kissing turned into a full out make out session. Freddie groaned and leaned more into Sam deepening the kiss. He lowered his hands to her waist, pulling her closer.  Sam had willingly let herself go by pure arousal, wrapping her arms around Freddie's neck feeling the heat rush through her body. She moaned into his mouth from the way his tongue curled around hers. Freddie lowered his hands down from her waist to her ass, squeezing it and moving his hands lower to her thighs and going back up brushing her sides with his fingertips. Sam felt a ripple of a pleasurable jolt from her legs to her core. Freddie stuck his hands under Sam's black plaid pyjama shorts grabbing her ass, the graze of one of his hands so close to her sensitive spot elicited a sudden want in her. Lost in a haze of lust Sam couldn't focus anymore.

Freddie put his hand down by the front of Sam's boyshort panties and stroked her wetness, Sam froze and pulled away only to be met with Freddie's gaze and before she knew it they locked lips, hungrily and somewhat urgent. Breaking the kiss quickly, Freddie discarded his shirt, Sam lifted her arms up and Freddie tugged hers off. Their lips met again, Sam's fingertips carded to his hair as she felt her bare chest against his and his hot, pulsing erection pressing against her inner thigh. Freddie slid his hands to Sam's hips and pulled off her shorts and her soaked underwear, sliding down his own pyjama pants and boxers with Sam's help, tossing them to the ground with the rest of their discarded clothing. Freddie leaned in capturing her lips in a slow intoxicating kiss. He had one hand teasing her sensitive nipple and his mouth on the other kissing her breast, trailing over to her sternum, his other hand pressed against her sex, teasing with slow strokes. Sam knew this was a bad idea, but she was lost in the frenzy of lust that she couldn't think straight. "Freddie..." She moaned, grinding against his fingers and palm in need, pulling on his hair roughly as he looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. Freddie positioned himself in front of her heated entrance as he slowly eased himself in, he thrusted slowly inside her, making Sam lose her mind. "Freddie... fuck... you're going to slow..." she panted almost desperately clutching his back. It was torture, and Sam bit her lip through her moans trying to keep quiet knowing Carly and Melanie were in the bedroom sleeping; she didn't want to get caught. She knew what Freddie was doing purposely and it bothered her. Not having it, she placed her hand on his chest, rolling her hips fast. He gripped her hips matching her speed. Sam moaned very loudly, her head thrown back as Freddie plunged himself hard inside her. Freddie let out a long, low groan when Sam shifted her hips. He gripped her thighs hard holding her down as he came inside her. Sam dug her nails into his shoulders as her release hit her hard. As they recovered from their orgasm. They both quickly put their clothes back on in case any of the girls came out of the bedroom and Freddie laid back down on the couch falling asleep once again with Sam on top of him.