Sneak attack! Another surprise update because one-shots are so much easier to write than chapters of my fic. I can't even pretend like I'm going to actually keep any sort of schedule any more. I'll be going on a couple of vacations soon (family reunions and what not) but I'll be sure to leave you guys with something else before I go. Enjoy!

I'd like to thank rayray2007 for requesting this one-shot


Are you guys sick of me yet? I hope not because I think I may have a problem and I don't know how to stop. Anyway, this is the second request I received, from rayray2007 who requested a married Samcedes where Sam wants Mercedes to wear something sexy for the evening, asks Mercedes to strip for him, and is aggressive in bed. I think I made all of that happen and hopefully I didn't make it suck. Obviously there is smut (at this point I think it's the only thing I'm capable of writing).

Song used is "Speechless" by Beyonce.

Tonight, dinner will be on me. Wear something sexy and after we eat, I'll be on you.

-Sam

Mercedes read the note again, making sure she hadn't missed a thing in Sam's carefully written message. She found the little scrap of paper before she left for her daily recording session. Sam was already gone and unavailable for any immediate questioning so she kept it in the pocket of her jeans all day, reading over it, agonizing over every word and wondering what was so special about today. Curiosity got the best of her and she decided to give Sam a call but he was less than helpful, asking if she'd read the note and reminding her to follow the simple direction. When she pressed him for more information, he only insisted that he had a surprise planned and that she would see it when she got home.

Her steps were quiet as she stepped into their home that evening, now wearing what she hoped would fit her husband's nondescript definition of "something sexy." She was tired after hours of belting out the lyrics to songs she'd spent the past couple of months perfecting. Though she was more than happy with her work and glad that she had the luxury to write her own music, she would be lying if she didn't admit that her R&B star career wasn't at times exhausting. One thing that always cheered her up was coming home to her architect husband of three years who never failed to greet her with a passionate kiss and warm embrace. Sam spent his days designing futuristic homes for those with a flair for the imaginative. All day he got to design secret entrances, lair-like offices, and elaborate living spaces that even Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark would be jealous of. His work and his clientele kept him satisfied but his wife, she kept him happy. He loved to be the first thing she saw when she entered their home whether it be after several months of touring, several weeks of promotions, or just several hours of recording; he'd race to the door if he heard her car pulling up, often opening it before she could even get her keys out.

Tonight was different. Their home was dark and the sound of her voice calling his name echoed loudly throughout their large living room. Her eyes caught a flickering light coming from the kitchen and she followed it blindly, surprised when she found Sam hovered over the table and lighting another candle to place on the neat layout. He looked up and greeted her with an excited "Hey Mercy," before beckoning her over.

"What is all this about Mr. Evans?" She moved to stand beside him, glancing at the table, she noticed a pan of Sam's famous veggie lasagna surrounded by salad, a bottle of her favorite red wine, and fresh baked bread. Worry clouded her mind for a moment as she mentally went through all of the events in their relationship that normally spurred on these kinds of romantic evenings. It wasn't any sort of anniversary that she could remember or either of their birthdays so she was curious as to why Sam had went through all the trouble.

"I just thought we both needed a little Mr. and Mrs. time tonight. Is that okay?" He turned to her, taking her hands in his and kissing her softly on her knuckles.

"It's fine, babe. In fact, it's wonderful. I love your surprises."

He placed a soft kiss to her lips, nuzzling her nose before pulling away again. "I'm happy you like it. First, you're going to get a little romance. Then, you're going to get a little Sammance." He drug out the last word, accentuating it with a roll of his hips and smirking at the chuckle it produced as he pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

"Should I ask?" she commented between giggles.

"I can show you better than I can tell you." He took his seat across the small table and regarded her with an expression of mock-annoyance. "I'm not sure if you're totally deserving of the Sammance though, seeing as you failed to follow my instructions. You are always sexy to me darlin' but jeans weren't exactly what I had in mind when I suggested something sexy."

She did feel slightly underdressed as she took note of Sam's attire. A fitted white button up and khaki-colored slacks were casual but still a little dressy in comparison to the well-worn jeans she was dressed in. "You said to wear something sexy. The jeans aren't sexy, my shirt isn't sexy either," she briefly looked down to the simple red silk top she wore that showed off a modest amount of cleavage. She looked back to Sam seeing that his eyes had been trained on her chest as well, "But who says what's under them isn't sexy?"

"You've piqued my interest, Mrs. Evans," he commented, with a lick of his lips. He stared for a while, as if forcing himself to see through the fabric of her top and give him a hint of what might be under it.

Dinner was quick, neither of them having much of an appetite and focused more on the promises they made to one another about what would happen once they reached their bedroom. It was Sam who led the way up the stairs, refusing to turn on any lights and covering Mercedes eyes as he ushered her into their room. When Sam removed his hands, Mercedes couldn't help but smile at the dimly lit space. More candles were spread around and the scent of cinnamon and the faint sounds of soft music filled the air. She knew that Sam only made it home an hour or so before she did, so she was surprised that he had managed to do so much with the little time he had. Turning to give him an appreciative kiss, she was halted when he grabbed her hand and led her to the lone chair sitting in front of their king-sized bed. He had switched out their floral bedspread in exchange for something darker that she couldn't wait sink into. As he sat down in the armless, ornate black chair that normally sat in front of her vanity, she knew she wouldn't be getting that opportunity just yet.

She stood before him, slowly beginning to piece together Sam's plan. He picked up a small, silver remote from the floor beneath his chair and used it to switch the music emanating from the dock on their dresser.

You've got me

"Sam?"

You've got me

His green eyes were already darkened and the low grumble of his voice confirmed her suspicions of what time it was. "Why don't you show me something sexy, Mrs. Evans?" he insisted, settling against the back of the chair.

Speechless

She had an early morning but sleep was the furthest thing from her mind as she began to move her hips to the music. If her Sammy wanted a show, then dammit he would get one. The song was one of her favorites and had recently been on Sam's radar when he woke up one Sunday morning to find her in the kitchen, gyrating sensually to the track as she flipped pancakes. On several occasions, she had caught him shamelessly humming it as he ogled her in what he thought to be a discreet manner. She always caught him, proud that after so many years together she was still able to turn the man on the same way she did when they were teenagers. Hell, he still had the same effect on her, which was why she was currently dragging her hands along her sides as she turned to give him a perfect view of her winding backside.

Two smacks reverberated through the room. One to her ass by his over eager hands and one to those same hands with a warning not to touch and to only watch as she danced.

My heart starts trembling

Her top was first. She remained with her back to him as she slowly peeled the garment from her upper body. Watching herself in the mirror attached to the dresser, she continued to sway, alternating between slow body rolls and delicate swirls of her hips. Sam's appreciative groans didn't go unnoticed, nor did the frequent clenching of the fingers that hovered around her body, obviously anxious to touch her.

Going outta my head I think I'm losing all my mind

Once her top was gone, she turned to him, showing off her heaving breasts in the bright red lace bra she wore. Her hands roamed back up her body, grazing over her breasts and meeting in her middle as she pushed them down past her stomach and to the front of her jeans, rolling in Sam's face as she did so. She didn't notice she'd been singing, doing her best to give Beyoncé a run for money, until she noticed Sam's dark stare focused on her lips. Instinctively, she licked them, carefully sucking the bottom one into her mouth as she flicked the button open on her jeans. He raked his eyes back down her body, watching while she turned again and bent farther and farther forward while she slid her jeans down her legs. A frustrated grunt escaped him when he reached out to touch the thin string of the red thong she wore and was swatted away again with another warning.

Her jeans around her ankles, she dropped to the floor. Placing her hands on her knees, she swiped her ass around a few times before rising slowly, rubbing her body against Sam until she was upright again. She stepped out of her jeans and turned to face him before repeating her last move, rubbing her tits against his chest and grabbing his hair to mush his face between her mounds. Dominant feelings coursing through her, she almost felt sorry for the poor man who was panting as she straddled his lap. She placed a few gentle kisses to his lips before pulling him to her. He leaned into her, whispering her name against her flesh.

I rub your back

Her hands snaked around his back and raked her nails against his muscular form.

I kiss your neck

She used both hands to pull his head back by his hair and begin to plant hot wet kisses along his exposed neck, her lipstick marking her exact path.

I know that you love when we touch like that

"Baby," he whispered breathlessly, pawing at her thighs and not caring if she scolded him again.

I can feel you need me

She grinded her hips against his, moaning as he thrust his lower half upward and rubbed his stiffness against her center.

Feels so good to me

"Saaaaaam," she moaned deeply into his mouth.

Feels so good to me

As the music rose, she increased her gyrations. She was beyond wet and didn't bother to protest when Sam's hands trailed gently up her spine to find the hooks on her bra. He undid them slowly, grunting as each one unhooked then sliding the lacy piece of lingerie from her skin. She'd have to get up for him to remove the thong and his grip around her mid-section wouldn't allow it. When she made a move to rise from his lap, he growled, pulling her closer to him before ripping the flimsy underwear from her body. He tossed it aside casually, rising from the chair with her still attached to him and walking them to the bed. Their bodies separated only long enough for him to relieve himself of his clothes and he was nestled back between her legs before she even got a chance to enjoy the sight of his thick cock, stiff and ready for her.

He kissed her softly as he pushed himself inside of her slowly, making her moan and beg for every inch he gave her willingly. She could tell his normal urge to fuck her into the mattress hadn't overtaken him just yet. Once he was completely covered in her, he pulled back out, staring down between them as he watched his dick, now covered in her essence slide right back into its previous resting place. He moved steadily inside of her, watching their union and marveling at how well the two fit together.

She looked down and the sight alone was almost enough to make her come. Moving to grab his hips, her hands were swiftly swatted away as he grabbed her writs into one of his huge hands and held them firmly above her head. She writhed beneath him, arching her breasts upward and hissing when he took the opportunity to spend time licking and sucking each of her nipples.

Letting her wrists go, he flipped her over. Making up for lost opportunities, he applied several heavy-handed smacks to her ass until her whimpers had his dick twitching for more of her.

"You want Sammy back inside of you don't you, love?" he questioned, teasing her opening with the dripping head of his member. The nod and meager "Yeah" she offered apparently wasn't a good enough answer. Moving his dick along her slick folds, he wedged himself between her lower lips until he felt the taut nub of her clit. He rubbed against it, waiting for her to give a better reply. "You want it don't you Mrs. Evans? Tell Mr. Evans how much you want it."

A particularly firm swipe of his cockhead coaxed a proper response from his wife. "Shit, yes! I want it Sam - please fucking give it to me!"

"That's my girl." She turned her head, looking over her shoulder to make out the smug grin he wore. Less than a second passed before he was burying himself back inside of her warmth, pounding into her determinedly. She was aware that the music had stopped but didn't care as the sounds of their skin slapping together and the various moans and mumblings coming from the two of them proved to be a more appropriate refrain.

"You. Like. That?" He marked his words with firm thrusts, watching her ass jiggle as she bounced against his cock.

"Oh - oh. Y-yes. I lo-oh-ove it," she stuttered, gripping the sheets beneath her trying to steady her quaking form. It didn't work as Sam pulled her up and continued to pump in and out of her while massaging her breasts with one hand and rubbing her clit firmly with the other. The little nips to her shoulders didn't help and in a matter of seconds her already warm body erupted into a fit of hot quivers emphasized by sounds she wasn't sure had come from her own mouth. She bent to hide her face, almost ashamed of her expressive climax but any self-conscious thoughts quickly left her mind as Sam whispered how beautiful and sexy she was in her ear until he began bucking against her out of breath and struggling for control. His quick movements and the familiar feeling of cum coating her walls and swiftly running down the inside of her legs had another climax tailing her first one. She tried to calm, but the shivers wouldn't stop as Sam trailed his hands lazily over her body and continued to move languidly inside of her. When he finally pulled out, he sunk down on the bed, dragging her with him and wrapped her tightly in his arms as he peppered sweet, slow kisses to her face.

"Did you enjoy your Sammance?" he asked, exhaustion quickly clouding his features. She only nodded, placing kisses to his heavy eyelids and allowing herself to fall into a deep sleep wrapped in Sam.