The cold

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.

This is my first twoshot and its Mike and Mercedes. I like these guys as a couple, probably because I have a girl crush on Mercedes. Either way, read and review please.

"Hello Miss Jones" I say, hoping she'll respond in kind. "Mike?" she enquires while giving me a sideward glance. She sounds shocked, but I would be too if one of my peers stood outside my window in the middle of the night.

"What are you doing here?" her eyebrow is arched just so, its slightly alluring. "I was walking by your house and I figured I'd stop by and say hi, hi," I say waving, she laughs. "Come on in through the window? I look at her, eyebrow raised. "The cold must be killing you out there," I nod, shivering slightly. She steps back and lets me climb through the window, good thing she's on the first floor.

"Thanks for letting me in, its freezing out there," I give her a shy smile and glance around the room. Her room is just like any other apart from her glee photos of course. "Sorry for the mess," I personally don't know what she's talking about its fine and I'm about to her that when she blurts out "Guys don't come in here often," I cock my head to side "Really?" I ask, she nods. "Well, that's a shame," I say sitting on her bed and leaning closer to her. She stands in front of me I move my hands up the bed, the covers are really soft. She looks down at me "Really?" her uncertainty baffles me.

I nod, "Still," I say slowly, hands traveling up her smooth legs. I keep my eyes trained on hers as I caress her inner thighs. "At least I'm the only one you'd let inside of you," I say feeling heat travel down my body at the shock in her eyes, my hands travel further up her nightgown. "I mean your room of course," I say shaking my head free of all thoughts of pinning her to the bed, her shouting my name in pain and pleasure. I remove my hands which had somehow gotten underneath her night gown

"Mike," it's barely there but I somehow hear it, I look up at her willing my inappropriate thoughts to bed. "Mercedes is there something the matter?" she shakes her head and backs away towards the wall. "Miss Jones, where do you think you're going?" I ask whilst walking behind her gracefully. I hear her heart pound in her chest; I can smell her arousal (bet that Kurt kids never made her feel like this). "I-I was g-gonna g-go,"

I put my hands on her hips as she stutters, moving my leg to rest just at her backside. "Go where, Miss Jones?" I ask her (wonder if she's caught on yet) "To the bathroom sir," she tells me, I smile against her hair and revel in the heat rushing towards my lower body. It seems she has caught on, clever girl. "Do you really have to?" I ask, though it sounds more like a whine. I move my leg in between her legs and press against her centre lightly, she gasps and moans softly immediately covering her mouth in shame.

"Why are you here?" She asks "Why do I usually come here?" I ask whilst applying pressure "To get off," she tells me I shake my head and sigh. "Correction, to get you off," "Mike"she groans, grinding into me. "Call me sir," I tell her, "I like sir," I feel the fear and excitement roll off of her in waves. I smell her arousal increase, my pet likes dirty talk I see.

I move away from her to recover a little "Do you know how long I've wanted this for? It took all of my self-restraint not to pin you against the wall anytime we were alone together, but now I don't have to hold back," I say with a smug grin. I take a second to admire her, the way sweat trickles along her forehead, her brown skin almost glistening in the night, God she's gorgeous.

I admire the way she's pinching herself (probably to subdue her arousal but it is having the opposite effect). I watch as her eyebrows knit together, she's trying so hard not to be affected. We've been through this, there's no way around it I just can't wait to see her weak and squirming underneath me again. "My parents," she suddenly states with hope in her eyes "Not here," I tell her and her shoulder sag, she should really know better.