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works/240410.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      iCarly
  Relationship:
      Sam/Griffin
  Character:
      Sam_Puckett, Griffin
  Additional Tags:
      Cheating, Kissing, Fingerfucking
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-16 Words: 1217
****** Escape ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     A secret fire escape romance
Escape
Title: Escape
Pairing: Sam/Griffin
Rated: NC-17
Summary: A secret fire escape romance
Written for: 
[[info]]
darkmagic_luvr 

When Griffin steals the motorcycle, it's all Sam can do to keep her hands to
herself. He's more than hot and his criminal record maybe a major turn-on, but
he belongs to Carly, no matter how much Spencer may disapprove. In school, she
pays even less attention to what he teachers say, yet instead of being
disruptive, she's taken to fantasizing about Griffin and sitting behind him on
"his" motorcycle.
She imagine the feel of the vibrations between their legs as they speed down
the highway and narrowly making the sharp turns. Sam anxiously taps her pencil
on her thigh as she waits for the final bell to ring. So she can sneak to
Carly's and see him, watch him. Her insides clench in excitement when the bell
finally goes off.
Spencer has gone crazy with locks and sirens on nearly every entrance and exit.
The only one he left open, for obvious reasons, was the fire escape. She makes
her way to the dirty alley and begins tugging the ladder down to ground level.
It takes a few tries, and it creaks annoyingly loud for someone who is trying
to sneak around. Finally, finally, it gives way. As she begins her ascent,
pictures flash before her eyes. Her and Griffin making out behind the school.
Griffin sucking her toes. Maybe even getting to second base on Carly's bed.
Carly.
Fuck.
She hasn't thought that far ahead and it makes her pause on the third story
landing. She would be totally going behind her back. Just because Spencer was
trying to break them up didn't mean they were broken up. Far from it. Sam
decides to keep going. The danger and forbidden fruit of it draws her in like a
moth to flame.
Carly's window suddenly opens, and Sam sees a very male figure climb out of the
fourth story window: Griffin. She feels her heart beat faster as she sees Carly
kiss his cheek and close her window again. He's coming her way, and her knees
begin to quiver.
"Sam?"
Shit.
"H-hey, Griffin. Fancy seeing you up here."
She mentally kicks herself. What an incredibly lame thing to say.
"So, why are you up here?" he asks curiously.
Sam gropes desperately for an answer.
"Oh, you know, to see Carly."
Griffin smiles that million dollar smile.
"Me too. I'm just going. She's all yours."
Sam smiles weakly.
"Ok, thanks."
She can't fucking stand the awkward silence that follows. The tension thickens
around them like a choking sweater. All the fibers clinging to sweaty skin and
scratching at the neck and wrists. She wants to yank it off and feel free
again.
She kisses him full on the mouth, pressing him into the brick wall behind them.
His muscled chest feels phenomenal against her aching breasts. Smooth friction
that burns and glides. He cups her face in his large hands and runs his tongue
over her lips. She can't help but open them to allow him in. She loves the way
his tongue fucks her mouth. It’s soft and juicy, and she savors the taste of
pomegranate juice his lips carry to hers.
Hid hands soon leave her face and travel south to her hips. He pulls her
between his legs, and she can feel the hardness that’s beginning to grow. It
hits her that she’s the one who’s making it happen. She’s the one he really
wants. Not Carly. She can’t help but wonder if Carly has ever let Griffin go
this far, or was she a good girl who knew when to stay “no” and paid attention
in health class about birth control and abstinence? Knowing Carly, probably the
latter. Good. She isn’t tasting Carly on his mouth.
His hands move again, this time to her ass and she feels a harsh squeeze. She
breaks away from his lips and lets out a gasp. God that feels good. He does it
a few more times and soon she feels her panties get wet. She never knew a boy
could turn her on like that and vice versa.
Their lips unlock a second time when she feels him go for the button and zipper
on her pants. She’s never been this far with a guy before. She chickened out
the last time it got this far. Sam decides to let him. Because he’s different.
Because he’s special. When his hands slip inside the folds of her clothes, her
knees buckle and she has to grip his shoulders even more tightly to stay
upright.
“It’s ok. I’ve got you,” he murmurs into her hair. “I won’t let you fall.”
And if she gets a little choked up and if her eyes tear up at tender words she
never hears, Griffin’s not going to tell, and neither is the brick wall or the
fire escape their making out on.
He pulls her pants down just enough to maneuver his fingers inside her soft,
pink wetness, one then two at a time. He wants to make her feel good. To take
the pressure off of her. He’s taking charge because he wants someone who he can
take care of. He likes that about Sam; the fact that she’s more than a little
broken. The fact that her mother is a slut and her father is nonexistent may be
humorous to the iCarly fans who think it’s a joke, but he knows for a fact that
nothing about it is funny. He would know; his dad’s gone too.
Sam moans deeply, and he’s brought back to earth. His pants are tight and he
wants to be inside her, she’s asking him, begging him to please do it. But he
can’t. He doesn’t have any protection with him and he doesn’t want to take the
risk. (He’s never had to keep them around since Carly never wanted to do this
anyway.) She looks disappointed, but then he finally finds her clit—he
remembers from health class last year—and gently rubs it because he doesn’t
want to hurt her, hoping he’s doing it right because he’s never done this
before expect to himself. He knows he’s fumbling blindly, but he hopes she
still likes it. She throws her head back and lets out a sigh or two, and
finally she has to ask him to stop because it hurts.
Sam knows she didn’t come all the way, but it sure was pretty damn close. Close
enough to feel tingly inside, but not strong enough to be “screaming with
abandon” like her romance novels always said. Sheepishly she pulls her purple
panties back up her legs, along with her jeans that have the holes in the
knees. He loves the way her blonde hair looks in the sun. Like it’s gold atop
her head.
She looks up at Carly’s window and says, “Thanks, but I gotta get going.”
She sticks out her hand like it’s a business deal that just went through, and
he pulls her in for another kiss. A chaste one, compared to what they had just
been doing.
“Bye Sam.”
Sam goes up the ladder. Griffin goes down it. She wonders if they’ll ever cross
paths again. She hopes that they do.
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