As Sam made his way down a deserted McKinley hallway, a hand reached out and grabbed his forearm, pulling him into a janitor's closet.
"Whoa!" he said loudly as the one hand became two and moved their way up his arms. He broke free long enough to pull a string hanging from the ceiling, sparking a dim light in the middle of the ceiling.
"Mercedes?" he said, clearly surprised by how close she was standing to him.
"Shhh" she commanded and grabbed his arms again, directing his hands to the back of her thighs. There bodies moved into complete contact.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked as she looked suggestively into his eyes and reached up to play with the section of his hair that swooped towards his left eye, a small smirk on her lips.
"Don't talk, Sam," she grinned coyly and shook her head, "No talking."
"But what about Sha-" Mercedes put a finger to his lips.
"Out of the picture. It's over. He's not the one I want."
Sam grinned under the touch of her fingertip.
"But I want to give him some time before I jump into anything else...publicly," Mercedes explained.
"A respect thing," Sam understood.
Mercedes smiled again. "So the question is," she leaned in to whisper warmly in his ear, "Can you keep our secret again?"
Sam swallowed hard and nodded slowly, watching her eyes as she pulled back to look at him.
"Good," she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pushing her breasts snugly into his hard abdomen.
Sam made a noise like he was still in shock so she giggled quietly and said, "Sam."
"Yeah?" His eyes went wide.
"Touch my body."
He needed no further prodding. His mouth was on hers and his hands palmed the curve of her hips. She kissed him back fiercely and moaned slightly as he pushed her backwards to a small metal cabinet in the corner of the room. She sat back on it and Sam moved in closer, one hand moving north to skim the side of her breast as the other skated down her thigh. With one caress of her right knee, Mercedes opened up her legs to make room for him between them, allowing the two of them to move even closer.
Sam's mouth nipped at her jaw line and down her left shoulder. She wrapped an arm around the back of his head and weaved her fingers though his short hair. His mouth moved even lower and Mercedes peeked down to see Sam start to unbutton her shirt.
"I had a feeling you wouldn't mind this..." she chuckled, shaking her head.
Taking a minute to grin at her hungrily, Sam said lowly, "We have always been so hot when we are secret."