One Shot #1

Lights, Camera, Action! : Mercedes helps Sam prepare for his first commercial shoot for "bubble" the butt shaping underwear for men.

"Ok tell me how this one sounds", Sam said as he cleared his throat.

"Hey fellas, are you tired of of your flabby Shapeless derrière? Do you to long for the Gluteus Maximus of a greek god? Well I have the solution for you!" Sam gushed enthusiastically, pointing his fingers at his underwear clad rear end.

Mercedes was seated on the couch, a bowl of lucky charms in one hand and a spoon in the other, downing mouthfuls of cereal as she flipped through the latest issue of Essence magazine.

Is she serious right now? Sam thought to himself. He rustled the script in his hand in an attempt to get her attention. "Huh" She said turning to him, a look of confusion on her face.

"What?" She gurgled through a mouthful of cereal.

"Are you even paying attention?"

Mercedes gulped loudly and closed her magazine, resting it on the coffee table.

"Babe of course i'm listening, You sound great."

"Ok so how was that last take?"

"Just like the rest, perfect." She said rolling her eyes.

"I tried to do something a little different, I went a little Billy Mays with the arm action." Sam said as he thrust his butt forward, pointing aggressively at his rear.

"Oh yeah, I definitely noticed. It brought your delivery to a whole new level." Mercedes tried to reassure him while also trying to hide the sarcasm in her voice

She loved Sam, and she was so proud of him for booking this commercial, but he was taking this way too seriously. All he was told to do was show up and look buff. He had the second part down pat, and Mercedes had promised to wake him up in time to get to the shoot bright and early tomorrow morning. He didn't need these excessive rehearsals. But in true Sam fashion, he was determined to take everything to the next level. And with Mercedes being his girlfriend and best friend, she had no choice but to be the audience to his obsessive shenanigans.

"Sam, baby. Don't you think you're doing a little too much?"

Sam frowned, dropping his script onto the table as he moved to sit next to Mercedes on the couch.

"It was the Billy Mays hands wasn't it" He said with a sigh, "threw off the whole vibe. Maybe I should try the Shamwow guy voice? How about the chubby bears from the Charmin commercial? Do you think I could find a bear suit in my size by tomorrow morning?"

Mercedes shook her head, grasping his hands in hers as she spoke.

"Thats not what I meant. You're doing great, you don't need a bear suit or the Shamwow guys pervy voice. You just need to be you! You booked this gig as Sam Evans, and Sam Evans is exactly who they are going to want at the shoot tomorrow morning. Stop stressing!"

Mercedes leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips, But before she could reach them, Sam spoke.

"Ok yeah, but how about a cape? I mean, these underwear are kind of a life saver for guys with washboard butts, maybe I could take the superhero approach with it? Captain Max Maximus kind of has a nice ring to it right?"

Sam was talking more to himself than to Mercedes at this point. She rolled her eyes and lay back on the couch, pulling a pillow over her face to muffle her groans of frustration as Sam continued his tangent.

"And I mean, maybe if the commercial blows up it could lead to more opportunities. Could you imagine Captain Max Maximus fighting crime along side Iron man? Mercedes?"

Mercedes removed the pillow from her face, clapping her hands together as she sat up facing Sam, a forced smile spread broadly across her face.

"You know what, I changed my mind. I think the Billy Mays hands really showed off the circumference of the booty shorts!"

"They're butt enhancing boxer briefs, not booty shorts!" Sam scoffed.

"Right. My bad, thats what I meant!" Mercedes said, fake enthusiasm laced in her voice.

Sam sighed, looking at her sympathetically as he spoke.

"I'm over thinking things aren't I."

"No! Of course not, Why would you say that?" Mercedes said, a little too dramatically.

Sam smiled softly towards her, shaking his head at her attempt at fake shock.

"Because you're Mercedes Jones and I know you better then you know yourself. And I know you're only saying that to make me feel better. "

He reached over and pulled Mercedes into his lap, resting his head in the crook of her neck as he peppered her shoulder with gentle kisses.

"I just don't want you to be nervous babe, Its like you think everything has a catch. The directors want you for you, why don't you believe that?" She asked softly, reaching around to stroke the soft strands of Sam's honey blonde hair.

"I don't know. I guess i'm not use to someone wanting plain old Sam Evans and actually meaning it. I guess I think everything has a catch because it usually does. At least when it comes to me."

Sam said sadly, burying his face into Mercedes hair, embarrassed for finally revealing an insecurity that had plagued him since highscool.

Mercedes spun around in his lap until she was straddling him. She cupped his face in her hands, looking into the green of his eyes as she spoke.

"You Sam Evans, are, will be, and have always been enough. Just as you are. I don't want you to ever think you aren't. And it will kill me if I have ever been one of the people that made you feel that way."

Sam smiled at her before kissing her deeply, taking her bottom lip into his mouth. He wanted to kiss away the notion that she had ever been one of the people that made him feel less than, because that couldn't be farther from the truth.

He pulled away from the kiss and quickly moved his lips to the tip of her nose before resting his forehead on hers.

"Mercedes you have never made me feel that way, you're one of the only people who haven't."

"I'm glad" Mercedes whispered as she trapped Sam's lips in a passionate kiss of her own.

Mercedes pulled away, running her hands through Sam's hair as she looked into his eyes.

"So whats the plan. Billy Mays, Pervwow, Captain bubble butt, Fat toilet paper bears or Sam Evans?" Mercedes said, smiling down at him.

Sam laughed and slid his hands under her ass, pulling her closer to him.

"I think Sam Evans sounds pretty good."

"Good, that's my favourite." Mercedes planted a kiss on his cheek before getting up and retrieving the script from the coffee table. She stood in front of him and in her best british accent said

"One more time from the top, Mr Evans,with feeling this time."

Sam stared up at her, shaking his head as he laughed. He stood and plucked the script out of her hands, placing it back on the coffee table.

He wrapped his arms around he waist and pulled her close to him, stroking her lower back with his thumb as he spoke.

"I think I've done enough rehearsing for one night." He said, his eyes tracing the curve of her lips.

"Oh yeah? Well what do you want to do next?"

Sam leaned down, nipping at her neck as his hands trailed to her ass.

"How about this", he breathed softly in to the side of her neck before sliding his hands under her ass and picking her up, carrying her towards the stairs.

Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck as they made their way up the stairs. "Oh yeah. The Sam Evans hands are definitely better then the Billy Mays hands." Mercedes whispered with a smile.

Sam laughed and kissed her deeply, kicking the door closed behind him.