fic: Figure it out
Title: Figure it out
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cam, (maybe pre-OT3!kids?)
Words: 452
Summary: Ficlet. Freddie realizes just why he likes watching his two best-friends together.
A/N: I hope the ending isn't too abrupt. Gah, I'm such a weirdo writing these types of fics.
Freddie had found about Carly and Sam’s relationship in one of their weekly meetings to prepare for the next iCarly. The meeting had turned awkward and finally ended with Sam throwing his laptop out the window. But the destruction of his laptop had more to do with his asking Carly one last time if she loved him. He knew that wasn’t smart on his end but he thought he could never be too sure.
Carly sighed, a fond smile on her lips as she watched him and Sam yell at each other.
He didn’t feel so jealous when she looked content, shaking her head in amusement. He didn’t feel so misplaced when Sam screamed louder to match his indignant squawk of outrage. His laptop an innocent bystander in Sam’s spike of irritation.
Things didn’t seem to change all that much.
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Sometimes he’d catch glimpses of them being together. But it was nothing more than brief hand-holding or an arm thrown around the other girl’s waist. He noticed Carly liked to twist her finger in Sam’s curly hair while they sat together on the couch. Sam liked to lean into her when she spoke to her.
He found himself glancing in their direction more often than he realized. But he didn’t think he was being strange. Instead, he smiled to himself, feeling a little smug in the secret he knew.
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When he opened the door to the iCarly studio, his mouth opened into the shape of an ‘o’ as his eyes travelled to where Sam and Carly’s lips met.
Sam was pressing Carly up against the wall, her fingers tangled in Carly’s inky black hair.
His whole body tingled.
Carly gasped at the sight of him, clearing her throat as she averted her gaze shyly. Sam casted a long annoyed glare his way, grumbling about people being early as she flopped down on one of the bean bag chairs.
He couldn’t get his mouth to form any words as the image burned in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about both girls-lips moving over each other slowly. He didn’t think he’d get this thrill from watching them kiss. His body felt hot as the prickles of arousal swept through him.
Swallowing thickly, he forced himself to breath steadily.
The realization of just why his gaze lingered on both girls for longer than necessary hit him so intensely-he felt himself blushing. Face awash in heat.
He glanced at both girls over his computer monitor, he watched them hop around in anticipation, full of pre-show excitement. They had already forgotten the moment, and he forced himself to do the same.
Praying his voice won’t crack, he held the camera in his sweaty hands.
“5…4…3...2..."