DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee. If I did-it wouldn't be written the way it is now. LOL. I'm also a poor college student, so please don't sue me!
She had a test in three days and she hadn't studied.
She couldn't be reading her planner correctly, but there it was—in bright red ink. Chemistry Exam 2. And worse yet, it was circled several times.
Staring down at the page in an increasingly horrified manner, she tried to puzzle out how she could have possibly forgotten something so important.
Mercedes was pretty sure that the world was ending. How could she have been so oblivious? She'd completely forgotten about the upcoming exam in her Chemistry class.
She was Mercedes Jones—she never forgot about anything that had to do with academics. Ever.
And she knew exactly why she'd been so distracted lately.
The weekend before last, Sam had scored three touchdowns and made two touchdown passes leading McKinley to an outstanding win against O'Reilly High. The after party with the Glee club had been bumpin' to say the least.
And then on Saturday, she and Sam had spent the evening together and they ended up doing more kissing than studying.
It didn't help that this past weekend was another football game—and this time Mercedes and Sam went to a party with the football team. That had been a night full of grinding, alcohol, and some serious dance music. She and Sam got a lot more action than they'd originally planned on, but Mercedes didn't regret the feeling of touching him everywhere she could reach and even places that she never thought she'd be bold enough to touch.
Of course, doing naughty things once wasn't quite enough. Certain activities had been on repeat for that entire weekend and it got progressively better every time.
Stupid Sam and his stupidly perfect lips; that boy could sweet talk Voldemort into dancing the tango. He was so charming!
Just thinking about his cute haircut and those sparkling green eyes made her smile—and what the hell was she doing? This was what got her into the situation she was in right now.
Mentally slapping herself, Mercedes closed her planner with a snap. She shoved it into her open backpack, before grabbing her Chemistry textbook and notebook from her locker. She was going to have to start reviewing immediately after school if she ever wanted to get an A on this test.
Mercedes slipped both items into her backpack and zipped it up—having already placed everything else she'd need for her homework inside. With a determined look on her face, she shut her locker door and made to swing her bag straps over her shoulders, but a familiar hand intercepted it.
"Hello beautiful," she heard him say and the smile that twitched at the corners of her mouth was a reflex that she could never tamp down.
"Hi Sam," she replied as she watched him take her backpack and place the strap on his own shoulder. She turned around to face him completely and was momentarily captivated by the sheer adoration in his eyes.
Sam's gaze had the power to make her feel like the most beautiful person in the world. He looked at her as though she was worth the sun, the moon, and all the stars. It never failed to make her heart stutter in her chest.
Mercedes laughed when he stepped closer to her—and continued forward until he was crowding her against the lockers. "What are you doing, Blondie?"
Sam dropped her backpack on the ground and his followed. Resting his forehead against hers, Sam leaned his weight against the raised arm next to her head—his palm pressed against the cool metal behind her.
"I'm preparing to kiss my girlfriend," he said softly. "You know she's sexy as hell in some hip huggin' jeans and she's wearing this low cut shirt with shimmer in all the right places."
Sam nuzzled the side of her neck and Mercedes couldn't help but laugh. He was such a dork.
"I'm denying you kisses," she told him and Sam lifted his head to shoot her a quizzical look. Mercedes gave him a sassy glare in return.
"What'd I do?" he asked—his bottom lip stuck out in a slight pout. It took every ounce of Mercedes' will to stop staring at his mouth—it was just so lush and soft and pretty and she knew exactly how his lips felt on her skin.
Mercedes blushed and tore her eyes away from his mouth. She smacked him across the chest when she saw the smug gleam in his green eyes. He smirked at her in amusement and Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"I forgot about a Chemistry test," she answered, "And it's all your fault!"
"You weren't saying no to my kisses," Sam replied as he moved closer—pressing every line of his body against hers. Mercedes sucked in a shaky breath; remembering those nights of soft moans and Sam's weight on top of her during those unforgettable minutes, hours, days of their weekends together.
"You didn't protest when I touched you," Sam whispered in her ear. His breath was warm against her skin and she felt the brush of his lips across her ear lobe. Her hands fell on his hips—slipping under the hem of his t-shirt until she could feel his muscles contracting under her hands and the warmth of his soft skin.
She was never happier that Sam was wearing his letterman jacket. It hid what was most definitely breaking the rules of PDA from the general public, but Mercedes was mentally reliving those moments of ecstasy with Sam and she couldn't bring herself to care about what anyone else thought.
His hands had been everywhere—soft caresses, heated strokes, and some of the hottest grasping that she'd ever felt. This was so inappropriate to be thinking about in a school setting, but Sam was an addiction; she wasn't sure that she'd ever be able to stop.
Biting her lip, Mercedes felt it when Sam placed a gentle kiss on the bare skin between her neck and shoulder. His lips trailed across her collarbone and she couldn't resist closing her eyes in pleasure.
The act was so new, yet so familiar. It tested her resolve.
Mercedes felt her face grow warm with both lust and embarrassment when one of Sam's hands landed on her hip. She could feel the heat from his palms through her jeans and it was horrifying that her body was reacting so eagerly to his touch.
She wanted more. She wanted him. But not at school!
"Sweetheart," Sam drawled in that southern accent of his. It set her body on fire when he talked like that. Damn him for being so sexy.
Sam shifted closer—something she hadn't thought was even possible—and his hand trailed up her thigh.
His green eyes were dark and roiling with lust and love.
Her heart felt like a jackhammer in her chest as he leaned his forehead against hers once again.
Brown met green in a clash of emotion and arousal, before Sam told her, "That's the kind of chemistry you can't learn in school."
And then he kissed her.
Lips moving together, soft exhales and tongues twisting—Mercedes forgot about her resolution to study right after school. Her fingers dug into the skin of Sam's waist and pulled his hips closer.
His fingers scratched lightly against the fabric of her jeans before his hand moved to cradle the side of her head. Their kiss intensified and Mercedes didn't care that they were making out in the middle of a school hallway.
Sam Evans was her addiction and she would definitely have to learn how to balance her school with her newfound intimacy, but in this moment—she'd enjoy having Sam's lips on hers.
Definitely, maybe later—she'd enjoy his hands all over her too.
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