Title: Christmas Cookies
Author: bana05
Rating: M+
Characters/Pairings: Mercedes/Fabrevans
Spoilers: Up through Glee S2E10.
Disclaimer: Glee ain't mine, unfortunately; otherwise, Mercedes would have a harem.
Summary: Mercedes' Christmas cookies are a bigger hit than she's ever realized.
Author's notes: So, I'm two days after Christmas, which is fine, considering this story is set two days before Christmas season two. This is also a gift!fic for reroutedreams on tumblr, one of my boon aces from way back in the day! I played around a little with her prompt, but I hope it's okay and that she, and any other readers, enjoy! Also, please forgive any lingering errors! Happy holidays, people!
"Do you need a ride?"
Mercedes looked up from the bough upon which she'd been about to place the ornament and narrowed her eyes. When Coach Sylvester had approached her and Quinn about doing something nice for Mr. Schuester that holiday, both had assumed the apocalypse was nigh; but neither could deny it was great idea. Of course, Rachel had taken the idea and run with it; but in the spirit of the holiday season, neither Quinn nor Mercedes, nor even Santana, fought her on that.
"A ride?"
Quinn, beautiful as ever, smiled softly at her as she placed her own ornament on a bow slightly above Mercedes' reserved spot. "Yeah. I heard you give Kurt the okay to leave without you…"
Mercedes nodded once and finished placing the ornament on the tree. Apparently, Blaine had sent Kurt a text to come over, and the boy had seemed so excited about the prospect that Mercedes had given him her blessing to leave. Her brother should be around, even though he was trying to hit up his own holiday parties just like their parents were doing that evening. If she'd absolutely had to, she would've asked Mr. Schue to drop her home, but even Mercedes could admit this option was much better.
Quinn had lived there, after all.
"I thought you came with Sam."
"I did," Quinn said, "but he doesn't mind."
"I don't."
Mercedes jerked, surprised by the tall blond boy's sudden entrance into the conversation. She kept her eyes trained to the tree. When Sam Evans had first joined the glee club, she'd been less than impressed by him because, as Santana had proclaimed, he'd had no game; but it'd been Kurt's assured declaration he was gay that had completely taken him off her radar. Then he'd started panting after Quinn, and she'd placed him firmly into the "Puck" category—pretty-boy jock who only associated with the upper echelons of the school. Except, that hadn't been fair, certainly not for the Puck of the past few months and not Sam, either. Sure, the blond was about popularity, but he was also honorable. The way he'd stood up for Kurt at no consideration for his own social standing had certainly helped soften her opinion of him; yet, it was the way he treated Quinn like a princess that really impressed her. After the hellacious year her "soul" sister had had, it was good to see a man with her who treated her well and with respect.
"Mercedes?"
She blinked, then glanced at Quinn who looked at her expectedly. "No. I'll be fine. I'm sure you two have a date or something…"
"We're just going to the movies," Quinn said. "You're welcome to join us."
Mercedes huffed and shook her head. "I'm already the third wheel in everyone else's relationship; I think I'd like a weekend off from that if you don't mind."
"The third wheel is an important wheel," Sam said expertly. "It provides the stability two wheels may lack. Besides, I love tricycles; don't you?"
Mercedes shot him an incredulous look, then turned to Quinn for confirmation. The blonde pursed her lips to hide her smile but looped both of her arms through Mercedes'.
"He is such a dork," Mercedes whispered to her.
Quinn shrugged. "Yeah, I tried to break him of it, but he'll always be one so…"
Mercedes arched an eyebrow and glanced in Sam's direction, who had a small grin on his face as he finished placing his ornaments on the tree. Frankly, Mercedes didn't see anything wrong with that—it made him not so on the nose, but in a good way.
Not that her opinion ever mattered.
"You never did say if you're coming," Quinn answered, pulling Mercedes from her musings.
She sighed. "Even if third wheels provide stability—"
"Consider it as Quinn and I are both your dates," Sam said.
Her mind didn't quite know how to process that, especially the earnestness with which he'd spoken. "Why are you so adamant about this?" Mercedes said. "You barely even know me!"
"I know," Sam said, his voice turning surprisingly sad. "We've sung together, danced together, caroled together, and decorated trees together…but I don't know you. I think that's backwards, don't you?" He shot his eyes to his girlfriend briefly. "And Quinn mentions you often…"
Mercedes peered at her. "You do?"
She smiled, squeezing Mercedes' hand.
"You don't have to date me to get to know me, though," Mercedes reminded Sam.
He shrugged. "I think it could be fun. How often does a dude get to go out with two foxy ladies at the same time?"
Mercedes snorted. "Then you need to ask Santana if you want two foxy ladies—"
"Wait, no," Quinn said, squeezing her arm. "I thought we already had this discussion. You're beautiful," Quinn stressed, kissing Mercedes' cheek for good measure.
Mercedes was unprepared for the tears that had suddenly sprung in her eyes. She hadn't heard that since Quinn had cheered her up all those months ago; and, yeah, maybe she was raw because everyone was all paired up for the holiday (or should've been, in Rachel and Finn's case), and she never even had an option. Both of her dating experiences had been jokes; and sadly, thus far, Puck had been the clear winner of the two. Poor Anthony Rashad was all window dressing—pretty to look at but not the right fit at all. He was nice enough, though; so at least she hadn't had to threaten taking a pair of scissors to Kurt's favorite Vivienne Westwood scarf.
"How about a movie date night at your place, then?" Quinn suggested, nuzzling Mercedes' cheek. "Are your folks home?"
"Brother and parents are at parties tonight," Mercedes said, leaning her head against Quinn's automatically. This embrace was familiar, one they'd been in frequently during those last few months of her pregnancy. Quinn would cuddle into her as they had marathon movies and usually fall asleep with her face tucked into her neck and shoulder.
"Sam, do you mind—oh, Mercedes makes the best cookies! We could make some and have some for Stevie and Stacy—?"
"They'd like that; I don't mind. It's not gonna be any girlie movies, though, is it?"
"Who are Stevie and Stacy?"
"My little brother and sister," Sam said. "They're eight and six."
"And adorable," Quinn said with a small smile to Sam, and already that third-wheel feeling inside Mercedes was rising to the fore. But at least if she were at home, she'd be able to make herself scarce when the couple forgot all about her and she wouldn't be stranded.
"We can watch Home Alone," Mercedes suggested. And the way Sam's eyes light up as he pumped his fist in the air was probably more endearing to her than it should've been.
Quinn insisted Mercedes sit up front with Sam so they could get to know each other better and to avoid any accusations they were leaving her out. Mercedes had been so prepared for an awkwardly silent ride to her house, but Sam had been engaging and actually quite funny, even if still very dorky. Mercedes hadn't laughed so much in weeks, and at one point she'd had to brace herself against his arm, having doubled over with her mirth.
And damn if the boy hadn't had guns to rival Puck's! They felt even larger than they'd been when she'd seen them during their Rocky Horror Show dress rehearsals!
He whistled low when he pulled up into her driveway. "Wow. Nice house."
It wasn't the largest one in the neighborhood, but it was two and a half stories and more spacious on the inside than it appeared. But Mercedes would like to think that despite the size, it was still cozy. It certainly had been when Quinn had lived there—more often than not, the blonde girl would sleep with Mercedes instead of her brother's room where her belongings had been. Mercedes hadn't minded, though. Turned out, she liked being snuggled.
"I miss it," Quinn said wistfully from the backseat. Mercedes twisted around to regard her, and the small, if sad smile had Mercedes reaching back to her. Quinn's smile warmed and her slight hand gripped Mercedes' as if it were a lifeline.
Sam, much to Mercedes' surprise, ordered them to sit tight as he got out the car. Mercedes threw another weird look at Quinn, and received a grin in return. Then Sam opened Quinn's door with a flourish, offering his hand to help her out. Mercedes, admittedly, thought that was beyond sweet and started to get out and tell them when suddenly her door was opened and a large, fine-fingered, strong hand appeared in her vision.
"Seriously?" Mercedes asked.
He shrugged and granted her a lopsided grin. "You're my date, too, remember?"
"Foxy date," Quinn said from around his shoulder, presenting her own hand, and Mercedes dropped her face to hide her burgeoning smile.
"Fine," Mercedes said on a sigh, and gave each of them a hand. Sam also kissed her knuckles, and Mercedes' eyes fluttered a bit before falling on Quinn. She winked and kissed Mercedes' knuckles, too, and that earned a laugh.
"I think I'm a little offended!" Quinn said, and Mercedes laughed harder.
"I mean…" Mercedes said with a coy shrug, glancing at Sam. "The white boy has some serious lip action going on."
Sam blushed but licked said lips, squeezing Mercedes' hand gently. "Well…"
"They are quite nice," Quinn said, biting her own bottom lip as she stared at her boyfriend.
Sam grinned fully and bent to show just how nice they were with a kiss to Quinn's own lips. Mercedes pulled her hands from their grips and headed for the house. It was Ohio in December and it was way too cold to have conversations in the driveway. If she were to be a charity date, she would be so in a warm house, thank you very much!
Mercedes turned off the alarm as soon as she entered the house and was mildly surprised her two "dates" were right behind her. Quinn had a bag full of presents in her hand, and Mercedes' eyes widened.
"Seriously?" she asked again.
"Of course," Quinn said, brushing by them both to fully enter the house. She just stood in the foyer for a moment, her shoulders rising and falling with a visible deep breath, as she looked around the space. Mercedes closed the door, set the alarm again, then went behind Quinn and wrapped her arms about the slimmer girl's waist.
"I miss it," Quinn repeated, clutching Mercedes' wrists. "I miss feeling like part of a family."
"You still are," Mercedes said. "Whenever…you know that."
Nodding, Quinn turned and dropped her forehead to Mercedes', her hands squeezing Mercedes' hips now. "I miss you."
Mercedes sighed and cupped her cheek. "I miss you too."
She was vaguely aware of Sam coming over to take the shopping bag from Quinn, but then Quinn buried her face in Mercedes' neck, and Mercedes put all of her effort comforting the reinstated head cheerleader. Though they would do better on the couch in the family room, Mercedes had no thought of trying to move them there. Settling the girl's shudders and trembles was a priority right now.
Sam approached Quinn from behind and kissed the top of her head. "She does this sometimes."
Mercedes nodded. "Good thing she has such a great boyfriend to help her through, huh?"
He smiled lopsidedly again, pulling back a little when Quinn burrowed more into Mercedes. "I try."
"You're amazing, Sam," Quinn said, her voice muffled by Mercedes' shoulder, however. "Almost as good as Mercy."
All three laughed and Quinn stepped out of the embrace just for Sam to bring her in his. Mercedes stared at them, thinking they did look like the perfect couple who would have gorgeous blond babies when the time came, and she'd be their Auntie 'Cedes. Not that Quinn would allow another pregnancy probably in the next ten years, but maybe Mercedes would have the chance to be the next one's godmother since she missed out on Baby Beth.
"All right, you guys," Mercedes said with a clap. "Quinn, take your boo to the living room—that's where the tree is, and you may or may not have several things with your name on it. I'll get started on the cookies—"
"Eagerly anticipating your famous cookies Quinn's always raving about," Sam groaned, already salivating.
"Hope you like," Mercedes said with a wink. "Go on, now. Quinn, you still know where the movies are."
Quinn beamed and led Sam down the three steps toward the sunken family off the left of the foyer. To the right was the den where they would watch the movie. Mercedes gathered all of the ingredients needed for the cookies—keeping careful guard over the secret ones as the couple passed by the kitchen—and prepared the dough quickly. She heard the previews queue up and was just about to turn on the oven when Quinn's arms snuck around her waist.
"Something about this seems backwards," Sam said as he entered the kitchen, frowning and crossing his arms at his chest.
"Me on your date?" Mercedes asked on a snicker, shaking her head.
She didn't think anything of it when Quinn pulled away, but she froze stock still when far more substantial arms wrapped around her. Mercedes couldn't help closing her eyes into the embrace. Sam was warm, the very essence of security; and for a brief moment, Mercedes allowed herself to pretend this date was real and not the pity party it actually was.
"You feel awesome," Sam whispered atop her head, and his voice made her shiver. "You're, like, the perfect body to snuggle—"
"Isn't she?" Quinn gushed, and Mercedes rolled her eyes, inelegantly removing herself from Sam's embrace. She looked back and saw a slightly hurt expression on his face, and she frowned.
"What?"
"Sam is a very affectionate date," Quinn explained, shooting a look at her boyfriend.
"I just don't want to make things weird," Mercedes explained, crowding against the counter.
It was Sam's turn to frown, and he opened his mouth only to shut it when Quinn shook her head.
"What?"
Sam and Quinn communicated silently, Quinn nodding and Sam rearing his head back as if in surprise. He then turned accusatory eyes at her. "You've not been on a proper date, Miz Jones," Sam said.
"Excuse me?"
Sam arched an eyebrow and approached until he'd caged her against the counter with his arms. He stared at her so intently that she felt exposed, making her fidget in an attempt to escape his gaze. She tried to catch Quinn's attention; but when she did, there was an unforgiving smirk on her face.
Mercedes knew all hope was lost.
"The Southern gentleman in me refuses to take you on an improper date, Miz Jones," Sam said.
"You took me home," Mercedes reminded him saucily. "You didn't 'take' me anywhere!"
Sam's smile was almost predatory, and Mercedes' eyes widened. "There are plenty of ways to have an enjoyable date at home…aren't there, Quinn?"
The blonde approached them and snuggled into her boyfriend's arm. "Sam's very good at those too…"
Mercedes wasn't quite sure what was happening, but her heart rate had accelerated and her breathing was shaky, especially when Sam bent closer than ever. She couldn't lean back further and she was pretty sure she eventually did stop breathing. Never had she been the subject of such…heated focus—and his girlfriend was right there! This couldn't be right. This couldn't be—
The moan that escaped her mouth couldn't have been human, nor was the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head at his kiss upon her neck. Mercedes' head fell almost all the way back, and she gripped the counter's edge so hard she was sure she left indentations. The rough, wet swipe of his tongue had her shaking uncontrollably, and somehow her hand had found its way into his blond locks.
"Fuck," he whispered quietly in her ear, and the space between her legs grew heavy and damp with desire. "You're delicious, Mercedes."
"I told you."
The smug triumph in Quinn's tone pierced through Mercedes' lust-filled haze, and her eyes widened. "Huh?"
Quinn smiled, cupped her cheek, and brushed her nose against Mercedes'. "I told him you were delectable," she whispered, and then kissed her too.
Never in Mercedes' wildest dreams did she actually imagine her first kiss would be from a girl, and certainly not Quinn Fabray; but that didn't stop her from leaning into the kiss or whimpering when the other girl drew back.
Dazedly, Mercedes watched Quinn lick her lips, closing her eyes as if it would help her relish in the action.
"You were dipping in the dough…"
She'd said it as if she were merely commenting on uneventful weather patterns; meanwhile, Mercedes was hanging onto the counter for dear life lest she collapse from the lack of any strength in her knees.
"Good?" Sam asked.
"Taste for yourself," Quinn said with some attitude.
He did—right from Mercedes' mouth.
Unlike Quinn, Sam gathered her flush against him, his teeth nibbling her lips until Mercedes parted them. That tongue of his poked, prodded, and teased until she fully opened her mouth; and at the stroke of his tongue against hers, she began shuddering uncontrollably.
"Let's get this one out the way, shall we?" Sam whispered against her lips, then wedged his knee between Mercedes' thighs.
Mercedes rode it as if it were a mechanical bull and groaned loud and long upon her body's explosion. She breathed heavily as if she'd just run a marathon in the wind up a steep hill, but the quiet rumble of Sam's voice along with the gentle caresses of his hand along her back and shoulder helped soothe her. She planted her face into his chest, beyond mortified, especially since her body still trembled from her lingering orgasm.
Tender fingers lifted her face. She kept her eyes closed until a soft kiss fell upon each eyelid. When stormy peridot-green eyes met hers, Mercedes' breath caught—particularly when those eyes scrunched up with a smile.
"Quinn, come see," he said just as softly as his kisses had been. Mercedes watched Quinn thread her arm through Sam's and rest her head against his shoulder. She smiled as well, just as beautiful as ever, and Mercedes felt decidedly dumpy compared to her.
But then Quinn began tearing up again, and Mercedes grew concerned. "What's wrong?"
Shaking her head, Quinn approached and kissed Mercedes again, her thumbs fanning Mercedes' cheeks. "You are so beautiful, Mercedes, and you just don't know how much you are."
Mercedes shrugged, feeling more uncomfortable now than she'd felt mere moments ago. "Not everyone appreciates my brand of beauty."
"Then they're stupid assholes," Sam said, almost on a growl.
She shot him an incredulous look. "Well, up until three minutes ago, I thought you were one of those 'stupid assholes'," Mercedes said with a scoff. "Hell—tell me, if there were no Quinn in the picture, would you even look twice at me?"
"He did," Quinn replied, surprising Mercedes completely. "He does."
That, admittedly, took some of the self-righteous bluster out of Mercedes. "Bullshit."
"She's not. I told her," Sam said. "I still tell her."
"What?"
"I believe in honesty is the best policy, Mercedes," Sam said with a shrug. "And Quinn…"
"Quinn what?"
The other girl smiled and sucked on the skin beneath her ear as her hand smoothed along Mercedes' plush belly. "The duets competitions…Rocky Horror…your cute little pajamas you wear…that damn corset during Madonna week last year…you're scrumptious, Mercedes."
Her breath was warm and moist in Mercedes' ear, and it made the space between her thighs match. "I've wanted to touch you for ages, Mercy. Will you let me? Let us? For Christmas? Let us make you feel beautiful, honey…"
"Just so I can feel dirty later?" she sassed, but even she could hear the want wrapped up in it.
"You'll feel somethin', but I guarantee it won't be dirt," Sam replied, and Mercedes sensed him linking his fingers with Quinn's on her stomach.
Mercedes looked off to the side and closed her eyes. At the end of this, she'd be holding the bag of loneliness, per usual, while they remain the perfectly teeth-aching couple. But what was so wrong with wanting to feel beautiful, even if for just an hour or two, even if on a, technically, "first date"? She trusted Quinn, even if she were still very shocked about this dimension of Quinn's love for her, and Sam had been nothing but a gentleman…a cheeky one…but still.
She opened her eyes and regarded the blonds with shrewd eyes. They stared back, silent, though Sam wore his innocent half-grin while Quinn seemed far more anticipatory, almost desperate. This was something deeper for her, clearly; and in that moment, Mercedes' decision was made. No matter what happened after this, Mercedes refused to regret her choice.
Mercedes removed their joined hands from her belly and didn't let them go until they were in her room. Quinn immediately curled onto the zebra-print bed, hugging one of Mercedes' pillows to her chest, while Sam looked around with widened eyes and raised eyebrows.
"It's really…purple…"
Mercedes laughed. "Yeah. My dad and brother shook their heads the entire time they repainted my room—but do I look like a girl who rocks baby pink?"
"Maybe Baby Phat…"
Mercedes didn't think she'd ever rolled her eyes so hard, but she laughed because it was so adorably corny.
"You have the best laugh ever."
That abruptly shut Mercedes up—not because he'd complimented her, but because he'd said it so fondly, as if it were a gift every time she did so. Mercedes looked back to see Quinn smiling as well, her Cheerios jacket off and the top part of her uniform loosened from unzipping it.
"Eager much?" Sam teased.
"You have no idea, Sam," Quinn said unapologetically, licking her bottom lip as she stared at Mercedes.
"Oh, I think I have more of an idea than you realize," Sam vowed, coming up to Mercedes and brushing his mouth against hers. "You have the best lips, lady—no offense, Quinn."
"None taken," she replied, and Mercedes was faintly aware the other girl had left the bed. Their hands were everywhere, though it wasn't initially difficult for Mercedes to tell the difference between Quinn's small, dainty ones and Sam's large firm ones. But then one cupped her breast and pinched her nipple through the shirt, and Mercedes didn't much care which belonged to whom.
"You're so soft, honey," Quinn murmured against her neck and the pressure on her breasts grew, making Mercedes realize it was Quinn holding her so intimately. "I've always wanted to feel…and then I was so horny during my last few months of pregnancy…" She kissed Mercedes' neck. "I wanted to touch you, suckle you. Fuck, you're beautiful, Mercy…"
The absolute lust that had infused Quinn's speech made Mercedes dizzy, especially when she realized just how true it all was. Sometimes Quinn would undulate behind her when she'd snuggle, or her hand would be just a little higher than Mercedes had thought it should be. But she'd chalked it up to Quinn needing specific comfortable positions or sleep-induced placements. To know it'd been on purpose was a heady revelation.
"Take off her shirt, babe," Sam commanded, his own voice deep and gravelly from desire. One moment Mercedes was fully clothed, the next she was standing in a bra with her breasts heaving from the shallow breaths she took. Sam's eyes glinted as he stared, and then his hands cupped her more fully than any bra ever could.
"Shit," he whispered, squeezing them gently. "You have the best fucking tits at McKinley—no offense, Quinn."
"You act like I don't agree with you," Quinn said on a laugh, and tangled their fingers together as they squeezed Mercedes' breasts. She closed her eyes and leaned against Quinn, grinning a little at the tiny kisses the other girl dotted along her cheek and temple.
"You like this," Quinn cooed.
"You know my routine when I get home, boo," Mercedes reminded her.
"Yes…my favorite time of day," Quinn teased, and Mercedes burst out laughing.
"What routine?" Sam asked, looking between them curiously.
"This one," Quinn said; and before Mercedes knew it, she was braless.
Sam made a garbled sound, his eyes transfixed on Mercedes heavy bare breasts. Quinn merely chuckled and cupped them again, her small thumbs rolling Mercedes' dark, distended nipples.
"I gotta suck 'em, Mercedes. Please let me suck 'em…"
Quinn didn't even bother to ask, merely bending around Mercedes' arm and bringing her left breast to her mouth. A trio of groans filled room, and Quinn moved to stand completely in front of her, not bothering to lift her mouth from the nipple. Mercedes couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but Quinn's soft lips, dainty tongue, and gentle teeth suckling and tugging and nipping at her sensitive buds. Quinn pulled away with a loud pop and a saliva string keeping them connected, which was actually way hotter than Mercedes ever thought it could be.
"You are delicious, Mercedes," Quinn said, wiping her mouth with prim fingers and then completely removed the top of her Cheerios uniform. While she certainly wasn't as blessed in the chest as Mercedes, she had a nice shape, and Sam and Quinn brushed noses while he deftly removed her bra, squeezing her small breasts briefly. Sam himself was already shirtless as well.
"My turn now?" he asked, working on removing Quinn's Cheerios skirt.
"Yeah," Quinn replied, stepping behind Sam and undoing his belt buckle once she got there. Throughout all of this, Mercedes stood dazed, throbbing in places she didn't know she could, with wide, shocked eyes. Sam's perusal was leisurely and appreciative, but he shocked her when his hands settled on her waist instead.
"Are you all right?" he asked, and Mercedes nodded. He smiled. "I think you should sit on the bed? It'll be more comfortable for you that way."
She did so at the same time his jeans hit the floor. Mercedes, however, became transfixed by what wasn't hiding so well beneath his Batman boxers.
"I'm not ready for all that," Mercedes blurted.
Quinn snickered. "Neither am I still! I thought Puck was huge but this—"
"Uh, yeah," Sam interrupted, coughing. The boy went beet red with his hands hiding his well endowment, and the two girls giggled at each other.
"You lucky hussy!" Mercedes congratulated, and Quinn bowed with a flourish.
"I'm the lucky one," Sam said, staring at Mercedes all the while; and just like that, mirth gave way to shyness. She started to hide her chest but Sam shook his head.
"Let me see," he said, kneeling before her as if he were at an altar. He leaned forward and touched their lips together, more breathing her in than anything else. She felt his fingers slip in the waistband of her pants and panties, causing her to stiffen.
"No farther than you want, Miz Jones," he promised. "Whenever you want to stop, we stop, okay?"
She nodded, then lifted her hips. He smiled and kissed the button of her nose as he pulled everything down and off her body, Mercedes toeing the shoes off her feet to help him along. And just like that, she was naked in front of someone for the first time she was four years old.
Much had changed since then…
Sam sat on his haunches and stared, his eyes caressing every bit of her body as if it were his complete honor to do so. Then, he bent forward and kissed her navel, making Mercedes' breath catch.
"Spread your legs, lady," he whispered as he kissed his way up to her right breast. She did the same moment his tongue circled her nipple, and she fell boneless on the bed. He stroked her, making her shake and keen and gasp, both with his tongue and his hands. Quinn cuddled against her left side, grasping her free breast while nipping her collarbone and jaw.
"The lower he goes, the better it feels," Quinn promised, and pushed on Sam's head so he could get on with it.
"Damn," Mercedes breathed, looking at Quinn with wide eyes.
The blonde bit her bottom lip and smiled, her hand still combing through Sam's blond locks. "It feels amazing, doesn't it? Like he's kissing you…"
Mercedes didn't think she could handle actually looking at Sam work her like the rent was due last week, but his tongue and lips around her clit and his gorgeously long fingers thrusting in and out of her drenched channel had Mercedes singing notes so high she was sure only dogs could hear them. Quinn linked their fingers together and the other girl coached her through her first experience at cunnilingus while sneaking in suckles of Mercedes' breasts for herself. At various points, Sam would pull back and offer Quinn his soaked fingers, and she'd moan around them as if they were the sweetest things she'd ever tasted.
"You taste better than I do too," Quinn said with a small pout.
"Sorry," Sam apologized against Mercedes' nether lips, the vibrations of his deep voice against her making Mercedes shudder.
"Obviously that's not your fault," Quinn said with a little edge, panting a bit. Mercedes wrenched open her eyes to see Quinn's free hand buried between her legs, and she whimpered at the sight.
"Oh, Mercy," she moaned. "You looking at me like that…"
"Like what?" Sam asked, pulling his face away to stare. "Fuck," he whispered. "I'm a luckysonofagun."
"Can I taste you?" Mercedes asked timidly, having no experience in what she'd just offered to do but hoping instinct would be enough.
"Fuck!"
"Oh, God, please," Quinn said over Sam's exclamation, kissing Mercedes firmly before straddling her face.
She was pink and glistening, and the sight made Mercedes' mouth water. A tentative hand stroked her petals, and Quinn trembled above her.
"I love your touch," Quinn breathed, reaching down and brushing the hair from Mercedes' face. The darker girl smiled happily, all the while keeping her attention on the space between Quinn's legs. The hair there was slick with Quinn's feminine juices, and she thumbed it aside to expose the tiny knot at the apex of her opening.
"'Cedes," Quinn gasped, now clutching Mercedes' hair. "Put your tongue right there…"
She did as told, surprised the little nubbin could throb so mightily, but it was perfect for sucking, and Mercedes did it with relish. The low, deep groan Quinn released sent a shiver of pride through Mercedes, and she lapped at the blonde like a cat would cream.
Quinn's hips undulated gently over her mouth, and Mercedes grasped her behind to help regulate the tempo. She still trembled and shuddered, her skin as soft as cashmere and as warm. If this was how Quinn felt and tasted, it was no wonder Quinn could bring all the boys to the yard. Her flavor of milkshake addictive.
"Turn around," Sam rumbled against Mercedes' inner thigh.
"I like….ugh, yes—" Quinn bit off and squeaked when Mercedes tugged on a nether lip. "I like it like this—her lips are amazing, Sam—"
"I wanna kiss you, babe," Sam said, leaning forward to kiss Mercedes low on her belly, his thumb thrusting in and out of her. Mercedes moved her hips in time with the shallow thrusts and groaned herself, gasping and soaking his thumb with her climax.
Mercedes gave a long lick and Quinn fell forward, her body shuddering and her release drenching Mercedes' bottom lip and chin. "Jesus, give me a goddamn minute…"
Mercedes laughed at the blasphemy, particularly since Quinn's crucifix dangled in her face as she scooted back, her dampness trailing between Mercedes' breasts. Quinn stuck her tongue in Mercedes' mouth. They kissed for a long moment, Quinn groaning and gasping Sam's name when she pulled back. Mercedes looked around them to see Sam tonguing Quinn's center, and Quinn flushed a beautiful rose.
"He loves you," Mercedes noted, feeling happy for Quinn.
She beamed and kissed Mercedes sweetly once more. "I love you…"
The kiss morphed into something else, less about the sex and more about tapping into that love. Maybe soul sisters were different from actual sisters, Mercedes didn't know, but she realized no matter what happened between them, she would always be there for Quinn Fabray—even if it took another semester or more to have another conversation. Quinn must've sensed the shift, too, for she ended up cuddled into Mercedes' side and gripping her hand for dear life.
The bed sunk again, and a muscular arm draped over them both. Sam Evans was warm and solid behind Mercedes, and the kiss he dropped against the back of her head surprised her with its tenderness.
"It's almost ten," Sam said after a few moments of quiet breathing.
"Did you come?" Quinn asked.
"In a tissue. I didn't want to mess up your bedding, Miz Jones."
Mercedes giggled. "Thanks…but I think you can call me Mercedes now."
"Thanks; I think I'll call you lady, too, 'cause you're so classy," Sam said, squeezing her gently. "If that's okay."
"Considering all the other names I'm called, that's definitely a keeper."
"What other names?" Sam growled, and Mercedes turned wide eyes to Quinn.
"I definitely recommend dating a Southern boy. Their brand of chivalry is…" Quinn fanned herself, and Mercedes laughed.
"Erm," Sam mumbled, embarrassment coloring his tone.
"I think it's wonderful," Mercedes said, looking over her shoulder at him. He smiled softly and touched her nose with an index finger. "How old is Stevie?"
"Thank you, lady." He chuckled. "Not old enough, I'm afraid."
"Got any cousins?"
"Gotta say, lady, not too keen on trying to hook you up with someone else while I'm holding you naked in my arms."
Mercedes shrugged. "But you're not mine and I want me a Southern boy."
His smile was sad as he kissed her forehead. "Any Southern boy would be honored to call you his lady…"
"Not before I vet him," Quinn said, kissing her jaw while squeezing a soft, full breast. "Can't just be any old body with my Mercy!"
They remained cuddled for a few more moments before Sam left the bed to freshen up. Quinn brushed her nose against Mercedes.
"Do you feel beautiful?"
Mercedes nodded shyly. "And loved. I feel loved too."
"You are because I do," Quinn said. "I'm gonna ask my mom if I can stay over tonight, and we can have an old-fashioned sleepover and have cookies—!"
"The dough's still down there; I didn't even turn on the over," Mercedes said. "And I'll make another batch for you to give to Sam tomorrow."
"That would be awesome," Sam declared, coming over to place a wet, smacking kiss on Quinn's mouth. "That little sampling I had tasted so good."
Mercedes rolled her eyes and hid her grin, putting on the robe that was draped over the chair near her bed. Sam was fully dressed, and the couple was nuzzling and speaking to each other quietly. Mercedes slipped on her house socks and padded downstairs to give them a moment of privacy. She turned on the oven and placed the dough on a cookie sheet so she and Quinn would have something other than each other to nibble on for the rest of the night.
She laughed at her own naughty joke; if someone had said that was what Quinn had meant when she'd offered a ride earlier that day, Mercedes would've directed that person to the nearest psychiatric ward.
The couple entered the kitchen hand in hand, Sam nipping at the curve of Quinn's ear, Quinn wearing one of Mercedes' oversized T-shirts. He then stood straight and inhaled.
"Oh, damn, that smells good."
"You'll have some tomorrow," Mercedes promised.
He smiled brightly at her and wrapped her in a large, consuming hug. Mercedes allowed herself to snuggle into him and closed her eyes at the gentle kiss he placed in the center of her forehead.
"This was the best date ever," he declared.
Mercedes snorted. "I'm sure!"
He turned as red as a Christmas stocking at Quinn's guffaw but shook his head, grasping her chin with kind fingers. "I mean it, Mercedes. You're an awesome lady. It'll be an honor getting to know you better."
Mercedes chuckled and hugged his waist tight. "You, too, even if you're the hunkiest dork on the planet!"
"Did you hear that, Quinn?" Sam asked as he returned the embrace so emphatically he almost lifted her off the floor. "I'm hunky!"
"You're also a dork!" Quinn shot back, and Mercedes laughed at their banter.
"One to balance the other," he said in a James Earl Jones impression. Quinn groaned while Mercedes laughed harder, amazed by how good it was.
"I think the dork is winning," Mercedes said with a wink.
"Hey, but if it makes you laugh like that, then I'll gladly be a dork," Sam said, tapping her nose again and grinning.
He escorted both girls to the front door and gave them all a final kiss goodnight—Quinn to her lips and Mercedes to her jaw. "I need to pick you up tomorrow?"
"I can drop her," Mercedes said, disabling the alarm.
"All right, then," he said, brushing both of their cheeks with his thumbs. "Be good, you two."
"Always," Quinn replied with a sultry purr.
He sent her a lingering look while licking his bottom lip before bounding down the drive. The pair remained in the doorway until he'd driven away, and Quinn kissed Mercedes' cheek after she closed the front door.
"Cookies…Home Alone…Papa Jones's favorite blanket in ten?" Quinn asked.
Mercedes sniffed the air. "Eight. I know how you like them warm."
They broke with their soul sister fist bump as they prepared finally prepared for the movie portion of the date night.