Gonna tell you right now
I'll make it sweet on the lips
Or simply knock you out
- "Keeps Gettin' Better," by Christina Aguilera
She tasted like cotton candy.
All sugary sweet with no substance- and enough to make your teeth ache.
And she smelled… floral, like roses and daisies and pretty, girly things. Like Carly.
That was a disturbing thought. She was like Carly, just in different packaging.
He liked the packaging better than he liked what was inside. That was the most disturbing thought. And the night had been pretty disturbing.
The first logical step, after dropping her off, was to head back to Carly's apartment. Because there was no way that she wouldn't still be lounging on Carly's couch, eating Carly's food, watching Carly's TV.
His one main concern was that he was making a serious gambit that Carly or Spencer would still be there when he decided to test his theory.
Luck was apparently on his side. She was just about to walk into Carly's apartment- hand on the doorknob, ready to barge in, as usual- when he caught her. Sure, there was the possibility that she changed, grabbed the first taxi she saw, and hightailed it back to the apartment, just to beat him in time and keep up her 'disguise'- but if his experiment proved right…
Well, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it, so to speak.
He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, so her back was to the wall next to the door. Her blue eyes were wide and surprised for about a second, and then the turned to narrowed and pissed. Before she could kick his ass (which he was sure she would do as soon as he gave her the chance), he buried his hand into her curly, messy blonde locks, pulled her closer, and kissed her.
Ah. There it was.
No cotton candy taste. No too-flowery smell. No lip gloss, either, now that he was thinking about it.
This wasn't like their first kiss, and it definitely wasn't like that kiss(es) he had with Melanie. This was personal, and up-close, and she was kissing back.
And it was a hundred times better than their first kiss on the fire escape, and a thousand times better than his kiss with Melanie.
When breathing eventually became an issue, he pulled back- but not enough that Sam wasn't still pinned to the wall. Even if she did kiss him back, he knew she still wouldn't be afraid to deck him.
And then maybe start kissing him again after he woke up.
That was Sam. She was beautiful, but vicious. That was why he loved her so much.
…He was gonna have to deal with that thought process later. Much later.
"You're not Melanie," he finally said, when he regained his ability to speak, even if his voice was deeper from a combination of emotion and their recent activities.
"No shit, doofus," she snapped, but there was no way he was missing the way her voice was a little higher and more breathy than usual. "I told you I had a sister."
"Yeah," he said, "And you kiss better."
He also couldn't miss that brief flash of glittering heat in her bright blue eyes. Maybe he was wrong, but he had the sneaking suspicion that that flash was jealousy. She proved his point when she slammed her Converse-covered foot on his toes and growled, "I better." And then, before he even had a chance to recover, dragged his head and pressed a demanding, bordering on controlling, kiss to his mouth.
In between the kissing, Freddie had to grin to himself. This was definitely Sam, not some cheap Barbie-esque replica. She was beautiful, yet vicious.
That was why he loved her.
…He really needed to work on that later…