F*ck the probation worker…
His side of the bed was ice cold, when Mercedes stirred awake from her solemn sleep. Her hair was still wild from the previous steamy session between her and Sam and she still was trying to wrap her mind around it.
I'm in his bed. I just had sex with Samuel Evans, why does that sound so fucking weird? She thought to herself.
Wrapping the white linens around her bare skin she looked around the room, she now became familiar with. The clocks, the many clocks that graced the walls still ticked simultaneously, the wheels of time were turning—that is what Sam had told her, the one from the future that is. She quickly spotted her royal blue knickers on the floor beside her and thought if she grabbed them would she leave again, deciding against it she took his purple hoodie from the bedpost and wrapped it around her naked body. If she knew him well, he was off looking at those clocks, or at his laptop—just waiting and watching for the right time to move again.
When her feet touched the floor, she felt it—that ting of pressure in her abdomen she almost tipped over and stopped herself from grabbing the sheets on the bed. He was a big boy, bigger than Noah—what else am I to find out about you?
She found him standing in front of the grand clock that had just struck 24:23:05, she wanted to know what this meant, what he already knew and was waiting for—but after finding out certain things she decided against it. Mercedes decided that whatever was to happen, she didn't want to know, everything is too weird.
"What are you doing?" Mercedes pulled the purple material tight to her form when she approached him.
"Nothing." He answered, but Mercedes knew those green eyes—she knew there was a lie behind them.
"Well if you're done being all super hero-rey, you can come back to bed." She waltzed up to him, leaning into his gentle embrace as he cupped her cheek. When he did that, she melted into him, she still didn't know why and so fast. But when he kissed her, her heart raced, her cheeks warmed and her eyes somehow fluttered close. She never felt like that with Noah or any other guy she had been with. This situation was different, beyond imaginable to her, he was Sam from the future.
The kiss that started off simple and just, as he nipped at her bottom lip begging for entrance, she tilted her head more into his cradling hand accepting his tongue to taste hers. He deepened the kiss, ghostly trailing his fingers to her side—he gripped the hoodie, unzipped it, parting from her kiss swollen lips to see she didn't bother to put her clothes back on. It was as if they both knew she wasn't going anywhere, and he was at half-mast at the thought of it.
When he kissed her, he felt it. It was like coming home after that tiring day and her lips relieved him of the stress. Her lips, her kisses relieved him of the agony of what he was to do, what he came to do, die.
Pushing the thoughts away, he firmly gripped her waist and lifted her body up from the floor—everywhere his hands roamed left heat at its wake. Mercedes still had to get use to the aggressiveness of it, but she loved it nevertheless. Cupping his face in her hands she forgot about the clocks, she forgot about the future, fuck my probation officer, that she still remembered.
"You know you have to go right?" Sam nipped and licked at the sensual spot behind her ear, Mercedes had trouble controlling her breath and the death grip her legs did around him tightened.
"Just this on…" She felt his tongue dart from his lips, swiftly brushing against her earlobe.
"Fuck Sam, you can't do that when you know I have to go." She chastised, but with the way he gripped her backside and pushed her hips in an upward motion she had already forgotten.
He knew she loved to be touched there, he explored it before—Sam knew all of Mercedes favorite spots to be touched, caressed, and nibbled.
Also he knew, she wouldn't be leaving his flat anytime soon. She would say, fuck the probation worker! He thought to himself, when he watched her slide the purple hoodie off her shoulders, the lustful look she gave him confirmed that.
Walking back to his bedroom, lips connected until they both parted for the much needed air—Mercedes stopped him panting as she pressed her bare chest to his.
"Fuck the probation worker." As if on cue, she pulled him back into a passionate kiss.
Right on time, He thought.
The rest of the night would contain him and Mercedes in this bed, and well, Sam was glad about that—he was from the future.
