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iSmile

an iCarly fan fiction

by TheAmericanWeasley

"You've got a smile that could light up this whole town" ~ "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift

. . .

"Please, don't," Samantha Puckett breathed against my face. "Why'd you stop?"

She wrinkled her nose in displeasure because I had pulled away from her in our moment of heated osculation. We had been making out for at least ten minutes straight, and the evidence of such activity was written all over her feminine features: her face red and flustered, her eyes wide in excitement, her hair out of place, her lips moist and bruised, and her chest rising and falling heavily in an attempt to catch her breath.

It's not that I wanted to stop kissing her, that was certainly not the case—I could kiss her forever even longer after that, but at the moment I desired something else from her. That, and, even tech nerds needed time to catch their breath.

"Whaddya want, Benson?" she asked, annoyed. "My lips aren't done with you." I placed my hand underneath her chin, raising her face so she could look me in the eyes.

"Smile."

"What?"

"Smile for me," I said, running my thumb along her plump bottom lip.

"What?" Sam repeated.

"You heard me. Let me see that beautiful smile of yours."

"You're so weird, Fredward," she mused, a grin of amusement teasing the ends of her mouth.

"What's so weird about a boyfriend wanting to see his girlfriend smile? Especially when that girl is you."

The unfeigned love in my tone must have gotten to her, for she gave in to my request and broke into the breathtaking smile that I adored so much. The natural undertones of pink in her fair skin brightened her face. Her teeth—straight, a dazzling white, and almost inhumanely perfect—hypnotized me. Finally, her full, cherry red lips looked extraordinarily inviting as they framed her mouth at whole.

She had a smile that belonged on every magazine cover in the world; it was probably my favorite part of her physical attributes, next to her distinguishing, pale yellow locks and her well-manicured hands.

I stared at the beauty before me for at least another ten minutes, whilst stroking her hair with one hand and tickling the underside of her chin with the other.

"My face is starting to hurt. Are you done?"

I chuckled. "I guess so."

"Now," she began, snaking her arms around my broadening shoulders. "let's continue." And she crushed her lips against mine once more. I gave in to her dominance with no protest. Sam had given me what I wanted, now it was time to repay her.

Just to see her smile was all I could ask for.