...sing an octave.
"Is there any better time?" Sam snapped, straddling his legs and leaning over him so that their noses were touching. "Because I think I could reschedule for next week..."
"Okay, okay...let's get this over with." Freddie said, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder and gently pushing her up so that he could get up. He started to lean in as if to kiss her. Her hand came up to block him.
"Don't sound so excited, Benson." Sam muttered sarcastically, raising her eyebrows at him.
"No...no, I am very excited. You know how much I want you. It's just-." Freddie started but he was cut off by Sam's lips on his. "...I wanted to sleep..." He finished his sentence but it didn't seem to matter to him anymore as his lips met Sam's again.
"You sure, Fredifer?" Sam asked as she hastily tugged off her sweatshirt between kisses. Freddie paused and looked at Sam for a moment. Under the sweatshirt she was wearing a pair of boy shorts and an extra small tank top. Her long hair just brushed the patch of bare skin revealed on her back. Freddie found his fingers where the hair had been, ignoring Sam's question, answering with his actions. All thoughts of sleep were forgotten as Sam pressed back.
Sam knocked him backwards onto the bed again and straddled his waist. Freddie was actually pretty used to Sam trying t...