A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long. This is the longest chapter so far. I just couldn't stop writing then I hit a block near the end with the flash back. But 3 procrastination one-shots later, and I'm done with the chapter.
Disclaimer: sadly I own nothing
Chapter 7: Brown Skin
Sam's POV
When they arrived at Mercy's door, they heard voices singing Don't Stop Believing, and Mercy giggled. "You can take the kids out of Glee, but you can't take the Glee out of them."
Walking in, Sam saw Puck, Artie, Tina, Quinn, and Matt doing a perfectly choreographed routine. They were playing some sort of karaoke game and didn't acknowledge them until it was over. Sam wasn't expecting Puck to race over to Mercedes, wrap her into a hug and pick her up.
"You had me worried, not answering your phone. Nobody knew where you were. Rutherford would only say you were safe but didn't fess up to any details." There was an element of sincerity in Puck's voice, like he was capable of caring about someone other than himself for a change. Sam found that hard to believe.
"It wasn't my place. What MJ was doing for me was between us," Matt explained and Sam was thankful for that. No one needed to know that he was drunk off his ass and crying on the bathroom floor.
Sam saw Puck's arms tighten around Mercedes, and he could feel the discomfort along with another emotion he didn't want to acknowledge as she giggled. "Boy, put me down! You're gonna mess around and throw your back out picking me up, and I'm not nursing you back to health either!"
Puck finally put her back on her feet. "Sexy Mama, don't be getting my naughty nurse fantasy hopes up."
The diva cut her eyes at him, but smiled. "Don't you start that mess again. Always making inappropriate comments when we have company," she muttered.
Sam felt out of place, and a little nauseas. He wanted to believe that it was just a part of his hangover, but he knew it had nothing to do with it. It was Mercy and Puck flirting right in front of his face, but for all he knew none of them knew they were serious when they dated. And since when did Puck ever consider bros before…nah he couldn't even finish that. Mercedes was never and will never be a whore. Sam was brought back into the conversation when Puck was addressing him.
"So she left without letting us know where she was for you, Evans?" Puck asked with an undercurrent of malice in his voice.
Before Sam could answer, Mercedes stepped in. "Are you my prison warden now? I suggest you drop the interrogations and find Noah, because I refuse to deal with Puck right now."
"Mercedes," Puck said seriously, "Your father entrusted me to keep you safe."
Mercy just rolled her eyes and groaned, and Sam decided to make his presence known once more. "So I'm just Evans now, Puck? I thought we were cool."
"You're Evans as long as you're back in her life. We're not cool unless she's cool with you."
"Oh my God! This is a nightmare!" Mercedes groaned. "I'm going to change. Sam, help yourself to whatever."
"Do you have some Tylenol? My head is killin' me." So far Sam hadn't said anything about his hangover headache. It had been okay at the restaurant because there wasn't much loud chatter. It was early morning so it was pretty silent there. Here on the other hand, there was yelling, singing, loud music and laughter. It was his hangover's worst nightmare.
"Yeah. I have some in my room. Follow me."
Mercedes walked past Artie, absentmindedly giving him a kiss on the forehead before she continued on her way. As soon as Sam passed Artie, the boy grabbed his hand. Sam looked down at him after seeing Mercy keep going thinking he was behind her. "Hurt her and you're dead, and after I bust a cap in yo ass, I'll run over your near lifeless body three times – one for her, one for me and one for Pop Jones."
What the fuck was goin' on! Sam thought. His Glee brothers had turned on him all for one girl that he didn't even hurt. She'd hurt him.
Sam went into the hall and Mercedes poked her head around the corner from her room. She smiled at him, and his insides warmed. He'd missed her smile and the way it always seemed to produce this warm glow inside of him, melting his insides. He had taken way too long to get there because she was meeting him in the hall with the pill bottle in her hand.
"Those boys are in love with you, Mercy."
"I love them too. They are crazy, but always there for me when I need them."
"No, I mean they love you, love you. My life has been threatened twice and the way they look at you…I've always seen it in Glee. They are all smitten with you, Ms. Jones." Sam smiled to play it off as a joke, but he felt like there was a waiting line for her heart or even a place in her life in general.
"Lies! Artie has a girl and Puck is just Puck. Neither one of them would go for me." Her eyes were slightly downcast as she admitted that, and Sam wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her. To make sure she knew that wasn't true. It seemed to him that her self-confidence had been shattered. She was less sure of herself now than she had been a year ago.
Giving in to his urge, he lifted her chin. "Mercy, did Shane tell you that?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Something like that."
Right then and there, Sam had decided if he ever saw this Shane person, he wouldn't hesitate to sock him for hurting Mercy. "Sweetheart," he said out of habit, "you could have any man you want. There's so much good about you that you've never seemed to see. You wanna be enough, but you've always failed to see that you were not just enough. You were too much –"
"Is this a crack about my weight, Sam? Because if it is that was not funny!"
"Just shut up and listen. You are too amazin', too wonderful, too beautiful, and too perfect. Every day, I wondered why on earth you were with me. Six pack be damned. In our brief time together I never had anything to give you but time, and you never complained."
Instead of replying, she slapped him on the arm. "Evans, did you just tell me to shut up?"
Sam smirked. "Maybe I did. What you gonna do about it?"
"Hit the highest note I can, causing you so much pain that you'll think I learned Bonnie's incantation to cause vampire aneurisms."
Sam knew what she was talking about. There were many times that she'd made him sit through episodes of Vampire Diaries with her. "Damon is pretty bad ass. He can take Bonnie." Sam raised an eyebrow in challenge, but Mercy won the battle because as soon as she opened her mouth, he started to beg. "Mercy, I was just kiddin', damn. Please don't do that to me. You wouldn't, would you?" He pouted, giving her that puppy dog expression. Sam's head was already pounding. He may just black out from the pain if she hits the highest note in her range.
"Don't you puppy dog face me!" She looked away from him, but he followed her. When she closed her eyes and turned toward her room, he started making whining sounds like a puppy. Mercedes made a run for it then and he chased her. They were in her room and she was crawling across her bed away from the whining puppy. Sam grabbed her ankle, stopping her. He gently tackled her and she squealed. Sam had her hands above her head and he straddled her. Mercy squirmed. "Sam, let me go!"
"Not til you admit defeat by puppy dog face and promise not to give me a vampire aneurism."
Sam couldn't believe that it could be this easy to be playful with Mercedes. He'd missed times like these, and here they were falling back into it. He was grinning and fighting back his laughter as she struggled before finally huffing out a sigh. "Fine. You win, but it's unfair advantage."
"How's it unfair?"
"Muscles," she scoffed, and it was her turn to pout. Sam thought it was the cutest thing in the world the way her bottom lip poked out and her eyes narrowed.
"I don't have abulous glory for nothin', sweetheart. They actually work."
She rolled her eyes then, but didn't respond. It was as if at the very same time they both noticed the position they were in. Sam's eyes raked down Mercedes's body. Her chest was rising and falling, bringing attention to the fact that the Supergirl shirt she was wearing was a tight stretch across her breasts and with her hands above her head there were a few inches of rich mocha skin revealed at her tummy. Sam licked his lips instinctively and Mercedes's breathing hitched.
"Sam," she said, her eyes still boring into his.
"Yeah?"
"You won, so…"
"Right," he said slowly before he realized she wanted him to let her arms go. He did, but stayed on top of her. "One more thing though. The Tylenol?"
"No. You chased me and forced a defeat out of me. You get nothing!" She poked her tongue out at him.
"Mercy, I know your go to hiding place. Don't think I won't go get it," he threatened.
She glared before she reached into her shirt and grabbed the bottle out of her bra. "Now, get out. I have to go change."
"Nothing I haven't seen before, Merce." Sam smirked.
"Out!" She pushed him playfully.
As he walked out of the room and up the hall, Sam had a smile on his face. It was out of place for him to smile, but it was there. It seems that all it took was talking things out with her to bring it back. For him to get his friend back. It was almost too easy. While walking, Sam heard Quinn's voice. "Who are you texting?" she'd asked someone. There was fondness there and not one bit of intrusiveness in her tone.
Once in the living room, he realized she was talking to Artie as she stood there running her fingers through his hair absentmindedly. He had that cheesing in love grin on his face as he admitted, "Brittany."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Ah, one of the other women I battle for your heart with." Sam was surprised of two things. The first was that Artie and Quinn were together, and the second was that there wasn't an ounce of bitterness or hatred for the ditzy blonde they spoke of.
"Brittany is special to me. She always will be, but you ain't got a damn thing to worry about, baby. You've got me already." Artie wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap. Quinn smiled before giving him a peck on the lips. "Now, what other girl do you think you have to battle?"
"The apple of your eye. The only other girl that you'd drop everything for, and I'd expect nothing less because even I would do the same."
Artie stopped smiling for just a second, seeming to know who she meant. "Mercedes," he said with the unconscious smile coming back.
"Who else?" Quinn quipped sarcastically. "But I'm willing to share with my Merce."
Matt jumped into the conversation then. "I remember that time in Life Science class when me, Artie and Puck got into an argument because Artie said he saw himself married to MJ in twenty years."
"And then we came to the agreement that we'll share and switch up every five years," Puck threw in with a laugh.
"And if they are sharing her all this time, when is she going to have time for me and Quinn?" Tina asked.
Sam shook his head. He just couldn't see how Mercedes didn't know she had a fan club. It was as if the action of him moving brought all the attention back to him. "And what took you so long back there?" Matt asked.
The boy rolled his eyes. "Not you too!" He'd gone to crazy town where everybody seemed to be Mercy crazy and as soon as a new comer came along wanting just a little spot in her heart, they all went mad.
Matt just raised an eyebrow and shrugged as Sam went to their refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. Quickly he downed some Tylenol before plopping down on the couch beside Tina. They all fell into easy conversation about fun times they'd had in Glee Club, and Mercy soon joined them, changing from her cute pajamas into a plain black t-shirt and jeans. Sam got lot of insight into how the club was the year before he arrived, and Matt got insight into what the club was like after he'd left. What neither of them expected to hear was Puck say, "Sam was the only other guy to come close to my Glee record."
"What record was that?" Mercy asked the question everyone wanted to know the answer to.
"He holds the record for kissing every Glee girl except Tina and Rachel. I've slept with every Glee girl except Tina and Rachel," he stated proudly.
At that exact moment, Mercedes was drinking from her bottle of water when she started to cough as if the water went down the wrong side. Other than her coughing and Tina patting her in the back, there was silence. What Puck had said was loaded, and everyone in the room knew there should have been another girl in Puck's exception list, but there wasn't. Half of the room was looking at Puck and the other half at Mercy. Sam's eyes bore a hole into Puck. He knew he had no claim. He knew it wasn't his place to say anything, but Sam couldn't help the anger that bubbled. The pure fury that someone had claimed her as theirs, when she was his. She'd promised him that it would be him that got to make her feel special, him that would be her first everything – not Puck.
"Got a problem, Evans?"
Before Sam could say anything, Artie said, "Dude! You broke the deal! If it was anybody it was supposed to be me! We made a pact. Rutherford, back me up here."
Matt nodded. "Life Science sophomore year."
At that perfect moment in time, Sam's phone rang. He looked down and saw "fam" blinking. At the same time that he stood and said, "Hello" into the receiver, Mercedes asked the boys, "What exactly are you talking about?"
He cringed at the squeal of excitement that came from the other end of the phone. All he heard next was a chant. "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy. Sammy can I pahleeeeaaase talk to Mercy. I know it's her. It's gotta be her!" Stacy yelled.
"Calm down, alright? Let me ask her." Sam put his hand of the speaker to muffle his voice. "Ah…Mercy…someone wants to speak to you."
She stood from the couch. "Come on back to my room, Sam. People in the living room have lost their ever loving minds today, and they are asking for me to lay the Smacketh down on some behinds!"
"Okay, Stacy, in a minute I'll let you talk to Mercy. We're goin' somewhere we can hear you better, okay?" Sam smiled at the excited squeals of his sister as she gloated to Stevie that she would be talking to Mercedes soon. Listening to his siblings argue allowed him to ignore the pink elephant that was probably still dancing around in the living room. After all Mercy was a free woman to whatever she chose with whomever she chose.
Even as Sam thought that the green monster inside of him nearly begged to be let out and set a rage upon Puck so heavy he would think Storm had split the sky and set a natural disaster upon him, but he wouldn't. Mercedes wasn't his. She was just his friend, and friends didn't get jealous. He kept telling himself this as they made it to her room and he handed her the phone. After all, he had absolutely no right to be angry after everything he had done in the past year.
Mercy's POV
Mercedes giggled as she heard the Evans children yelling on the phone about who would talk to her first. "You guys, if you have speaker phone put me on and I can talk to you both okay? I'm going to do the same for y'all so you can talk to your brother too."
Sam smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Y'all? Mercy, you havin' Evans southern twang overload?"
She rolled her eyes at him as he sat down beside her on the bed. "Mercy, it's really you? He did find you! I knew he would. I just knew it!" Stacy exclaimed.
"Yeah, he found me."
"And don't you worry, Stace, I'm not lettin' her outta our sights again," Sam said seriously.
It warmed her heart that he still wanted her in his life – in their lives. "So when can I see my girlfriend?" Stevie asked.
Mercedes giggled, and Sam frowned. They had a running joke of Stevie and Sam fighting over her. It was mainly because she and Stevie bonded over Harry Potter books. She even bought him a wand and they had a "war" while wearing backward Snuggies. Sam joked that his little brother fell in love that day. Mercedes looked at Sam for help answering the question but he just shrugged and said, "I don't know. When is he gonna see his girlfriend?"
She glared at him, but said the most reasonable thing she could, "Maybe one weekend when Sam and I are both free, we can come up to visit. I…I've missed you guys."
"We've missed you too, Mercedes." Her eyes were wide with bewilderment as she heard the voice on the other line. It was neither of the kids. The voice belonged to Donna Evans, his mother. "I know Sammy is listening in, but can I have a few words with just you?"
Puzzled, she looked at Sam. He shrugged, and she took the phone off speaker, putting it to her ear. "Hi, Mrs. Evans."
"Darlin', I was not the least bit surprised to hear your voice comin' through on the line, but I want to ask you a favor. Please don't break him again. He sounds so happy there, and he even sang to the kids a few nights ago."
"Had he stopped?"
"Since he left Lima – well more so you – he hadn't sang a word. Please, Mercedes, take care of my boy. If he gives you his heart, don't stomp on it. We'll be happy to have you for a weekend, and I want to thank you for what you've done for him. He wouldn't be there had it not been for you."
"I'm not looking for a thank you, Mrs. Evans. I did it because he deserved it. He's so talented, even if he doesn't realize it." Mercedes didn't know what else to say, especially in regards to not breaking her son's heart. She wasn't entirely sure Sam would ever trust her with it again anyway, and she didn't blame him for that. She knew for a fact after being hurt by Shane, she would never trust him with her heart, so why on Earth would Sam even consider it?
The diva put the phone back on speaker as directed by Mrs. Evans. "Sammy, I love you. Here are the kids."
"Bye, Sammy," the yelled simultaneously. "We love you. And we love you too, Mercy."
Mercedes was shocked that the Evans children had said they loved her. She loved them to death – all three of them – even if she wouldn't admit the latter. Before she could say anything, Sam was grinning at the phone. "I love y'all. I'll talk to ya soon, alright?"
Then it was Mercy's turn to say goodbye. "I love you guys too. I can't wait to see you." She smiled as Sam hung up the phone. It was odd that Sam's siblings still loved her after she had utterly broken their brother. They seemed to love her without condition and that made her happy to know that all of them – even Donna – still cared for her. After she had broken up with Sam, she realized why it was so hard to get over. She hadn't just lost the boy. She'd lost her second family. Those people meant as much to her as her own family, but Mercedes had thrown them away.
She was so caught up in her own thoughts that it was obvious to Sam something had changed. "Hey." He caressed her cheek. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"I'm so sorry. Your life after…you stopped singing?"
He forced a pained smile. "Not now. Let's not go there. She shouldn't have said anything."
"But I thought today was about understanding each other, and rekindling our friendship. You know the friendship where we told each other everything." She knew that today had been too easy. All this time, she was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and Donna Evans had done it for them. She'd gotten Mercedes curious about some of the pain she'd caused. Sam hadn't been forth coming about anything that had happened to him after the break up really.
"I promise you wanna hear about life after you as much I wanna hear sordid details about you fuckin' Puck," he said it so calmly that it seemed like regular conversation, but she knew Sam well enough to know that on the inside he wasn't calm at all.
"Listen, you want to drop it, I will for now. Puck shouldn't have said what he said, and I'll deal with him later. Right now, I'm here with my best friend, or at least I hope we can get back to being besties."
Sam seemed to shake off whatever was bothering him as he said, "Let's just forget about it and hug it out like we used to?"
Mercedes remembered those hug it out moments. They were always Sam's excuse to avoid confrontation, but she always managed to weasel out of him what she wanted to know. In the end he was always better after he told her. She hugged him and said, "Don't keep things bottled up inside. Telling you what happened to me felt like a weight was lifted. I'm begging you to give me some of the weight you're carrying around on your shoulders."
"I've gotta get goin'…homework and stuff…ya know? I work a double shift tomorrow, so Monday I'll definitely be over to work on the assignment. You have my number." He smiled.
"See ya later, Sam."
Mercedes practically counted down the minutes it would take for her door to open once Sam left. It took exactly five for her to see Puck walking in. "Sexy Mama, are you mad?" he asked.
"Why ever would I be mad? Would it have something to do with someone airing my dirty laundry in public?"
"Is that how you think of it? I didn't think it would be something you would've been ashamed of."
"Puck, I'm not ashamed of what we did. I just don't want everybody and their mama knowing that we had sex, okay?"
"Translation: I just didn't want Sam to know." Puck rolled his eyes.
She didn't pacify him, or even lie. Mercedes was straight forward with her answer. "Exactly. I didn't want him to ever find out that we had sex. The boy has been through enough. He saw the "So June" video, he saw the relationship status. Sam's had everything taken from him – even me. The last thing he needed was to know that the last promise I made him was broken."
"He couldn't have expected you to stay a virgin forever. Just look at you!"
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Look at you with your wounded ego, sulking. Come here, and give me a hug." When Puck hugged her he nuzzled his head into her breasts, and she laughed. "If you don't stop, I will slap you. You have to know I'm not ashamed, nor do I regret what happened. I was an emotional mess and you were there."
It was as simple as that.
Mercedes was finally in a place where she could accept Sam being gone and move on with her life. She had Shane. Sure things weren't ideal, but they were okay. As she was waiting on him outside the locker room, she heard voices.
"Listen, dude, what you're doing is uncool. You just don't do something like that to our 'Cedes!" Finn yelled.
"What? Our Cedes? Last time I checked she was my girl, not yours or any other dudes in your little Glee Club," Shane said in disbelief.
"Have you forgotten that I introduced you two? And it's my job to make this right! Mercedes will not be hurt, do you understand me?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Hudson?"
"Does the name Lainey Phillips ring a bell? Yeah, we know about your long distance relationship. Does Mercedes?"
Mercedes couldn't believe her ears. He was cheating. Shane was pushing her for more, more, more when he was getting it from two different places. Mercedes was just the physical girlfriend, and the girl back home was where his heart was originally. Clearly Shane was a liar who couldn't be trusted. Mercedes couldn't believe that the second time she'd nearly given someone herself completely they would break her. Sam left and Shane cheated. She was really racking up winners in the male department. She stood there as tears rolled down her cheeks. Mercedes wasn't sad, nor heartbroken. She was mad – mad as hell – that she'd nearly given herself to this asshole.
The next thing Mercedes heard was loud clatter, and what she guessed were fists connecting with faces. All she could think about was her mistake. Here she was feeling so bad for him and how she couldn't seem to shake Sam's memory long enough to see him and this motherfucker was cheating. Coach Beist was yelling as she always was when fights broke out, and then there was Finn with a busted lip and a blackening eye. "Finn," Mercy sighed as she took him in. "Defending my honor."
"I brought that plague into your life, and I felt like I should be the one to take him out."
"Did you succeed?"
Finn's mouth turned up into a bloody grin. It was odd to see such a twisted, sinister look cross his face. "He looks worse than me. Coach let me out so that when he went to the nurse, I would already be done."
"You're not in trouble?"
"He tried to play Mercedes Jones. Everyone loves you, even Coach. She looked the other way on that one."
"Thanks, Finn." She smiled. "You know, he was to one to tell me none of you gave a rat's ass about me. He showed me 'signs', and I believed him because he 'loved' me. That's why I joined the TroubleTones."
"All that matters is that you're back in New Directions where you belong, and without the plague bringing you down." He smiled again, grimacing at the pain.
"Boy, go to the nurse's office!"
Mercedes put up a good front with Finn around but when the boy had gone her anger resurfaced. Her tears came back and she felt dirty. Puck, hearing about the fight, came looking for her. He found her right outside the locker room on the floor, sitting with her head resting on her knees. Puck scooped her up in his arms, took her to his car, and drove her home. He carried her upstairs to her room and that's when she spoke for the first time since talking to Finn. Mercedes shook her head left and right. "I let him touch me. I let him put his big sweaty hands on me in places only Sam had touched before. I was going to let him - I need a shower." She bolted toward the bathroom with Puck looking after her, not knowing what to say.
Coming out thirty minutes later, she found Puck still sitting on her bed. She was in nothing but a towel – a fact that normally she would have cared about, but now her mind was preoccupied. "I'm not clean enough. I…I have to go back. I can still feel him on me." Mercedes was so frazzled, she wasn't thinking clearly. All she could think about was how he cheated on her. He wasn't the person she thought he was, yet she'd allowed his hands to be all over her. His lips had touched every part of her. "Now I have to puke too." Turning to make a run for the bathroom once more, Puck intervened by getting up and grabbing her arm.
"Mama, stop it. Look at me." When she wouldn't look at him, he lifted her chin, forcing her eyes up to him. "He isn't touching you. I am, okay?" Puck ran his hands up and down her arms and Mercedes felt like she could breathe again. She couldn't feel big, sweaty, paws. He walked her over to the bed. "You need to just chill. Lay here and think good thoughts and shit, or whatever it is shrinks say to do."
He was standing as she laid down and she panicked. "If you leave, I'm going to shower again."
"No, what you're doing isn't showering. You're trying to scrub the skin off your body. And you know I love your brown skin. Skin so brown, lips so round, baby, how can I be down?" he practically sang those last words.
Mercedes giggled into her pillow. "Boy, you're a fool."
"Why because you make me want a Hershey's kiss, and every time I see your lips it makes me think of honey coated chocolate?" Puck smiled.
He elicited another laugh from Mercy. "Will you stop quoting India Arie and just lay with me? We've been hanging out too long if you know that song, Puckerman."
Puck got into bed with Mercedes, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her hand. His thumb brushed up and down the soft skin of her hand, soothing her. "I was a fool, wasn't I?" she asked.
"Hell yeah, Hot Mama, we all told you."
"The idiot I was, I didn't listen. Twice I've almost given myself to someone and it turns out all wrong. Had it been Sam like I promised, I would be even more heartbroken because he's not here. And if I even think about it with Shane, I swear to you I will throw up and go shower. I feel like it's never going to be right, and three strikes you're out. Next time there's no telling what jerk will actually be the one, and the sad part is I won't know he's a jerk until afterward. I came so close this time."
Puck just let her talk. He just listened to her ramble, but shocked her when he said, "Why not me? I will never hurt you, and it won't even be complicated. I'm not even asking for a reoccurring thing. I had my chance and blew it. All I'm saying is with me you won't have any regrets and it'll still be special."
She laughed. "Thanks but pity sex is not what I had in mind for my first time."
Puck laughed. "Sexy Mama, I don't pity you. I think you're beautiful – sexiest girl in Glee Club. Your kisses are worth more than gold to me."
She rolled over on her back to look at him. "Is this your way of trying to seduce me?"
Instead of answering her, Puck said the magic words. "I can erase him, erase his touch. Just let me help you the only way I know how."
Mercedes didn't say a word as Puck leaned toward her, pressing his lips to hers. It was different, not like Shane's always wet kisses, nor like Sam's precious full lip kisses. His lips on hers were not too rough, but also not too gentle. His tongue slipped into her mouth, caressing and coercing hers before she knew it. Puck's finger trailed from her cheek, down the side of her neck and across her shoulder. His hand didn't stop its retreat downward until it met her hand and he held it, lacing their fingers and squeezing her hand reassuringly. When she squeezed back, he released her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist and flipping her so that she's straddling him. Puck smiled at the sight before him, and as Mercedes looked down at him she knows she must look a sight. Her hair is up in a messy bun, she's only wearing a towel, and she knows her eyes are filled with lust. Puck was her friend, yes, but her was offering to show a lost and hurt girl some love and how could she passed that up? Besides, he was sexy so that was a plus, and he could erase Shane all together.
Mercedes closed her eyes, taking a breath. She would either do it now or never. Opening her eyes, she brought her hands to the towel. Slowly unwrapping it, she watched Puck's expression. She wasn't exactly proud of her body, but seeing him bite his lip made her feel sexy. He pulled her back down to his lips, kissing her hungrily. It felt like Puck had eight hands. They were everywhere, touching and exploring. His lips and tongue, when they weren't dancing with hers, brushed over and teased every inch of her body. When his tongue had met her most sensitive place, she'd thought she'd died and gone to heaven. Her toes curl, her hands fisting the blanket as she begged for more. Boy did he give her more. Puck gave her so much more. His fingers and his tongue were all working to please Mercedes to bring her to the brink over and over only to send her crashing into the abyss. She felt like she was finally reaching heaven coming back down to Earth and doing it all over again.
Her body was shaking from all the pleasure Puck was giving her. She couldn't believe it was possible to feel so much. When he came back up, plastering his lips on hers, she was surprised at her taste – a mixture of salty and sweet. "I taste like that?" she asked.
"Best I've tasted. That's why I couldn't stop. You ready for the grand finale?" He winked, and she laughed.
"Bring it."
Puck just nodded, taking off his shirt and his pants. He was already hard and Mercedes admired just how sexy Puck was – head to toe the boy was blessed. Nudging her legs open, he aligned himself at her entrance. Slowly, he began pushing himself in and she yelped at the pain. Once he was all the way in, he stopped moving, but his lips were busy nibbling at the sensitive skin near her collarbone. Moving her hips just a fraction, he took the hint and began thrusting. At first, all she could concentrate on was the pain, until Puck was kissing, sucking and nipping her into distraction. After a while the pain was minimal and she was feelinh such pleasure she couldn't explain. All she could do was babble his name, curse words, unintelligible sounds, groans mewls and moans. That was just his slow assault that drove her mad. When he moved faster, got a little rougher, she couldn't even form words. Mercedes latched onto his shoulder with her teeth, biting down as she whimpered.
"Fuck, Mama, you almost there? I'm trying to hold on, but you keep doing that and I'm not going to make it," Puck growled.
When she finally let go, it was Puck's turn to bit her. His face was pressed into the crook of her neck and he bit her hard, sending her over the edge from the painful pleasure. Puck had sent her flying higher and higher until she finally came crashing down into such bliss that she had never felt before. Soon after, he pulled out, coming all over her stomach before he collapsed beside her.
For a few seconds they were silent. Just trying to catch their breath. "Now you can shower," Puck said. "I'll even help."
That day Puck helped Mercedes wash away every memory of big, beefy, sweaty palms ever touching her. When she'd dried off and changed, Puck was already dressed and sitting at the foot of her bed. "I'm glad we ditched and your parents weren't home. This would've been hella hard to explain, especially since I'm growing on Pop Jones."
She sighed. "You do have a budding bromance, huh?"
Puck laughed.
"Wanna watch a movie or something?"
"Sure, but Sexy Mama I'm not down for those damn musicals Kurt watches. I'll tell you right now, I will straight bounce if that's what you have in mind."
"How about Xmen: First Class?"
"I'll make the popcorn," was his reply.
Her first time really was special. It was with Puck and he would always be special to her. That's why they were so close now. That single act brought them closer as friends. There was no awkwardness afterward because they didn't let having sex change them. They watched a movie, went back to school to get her car, and did what little homework they had with them that day. Mercedes smiled.
"You were thinking about it weren't you?" Puck smirked.
"Shut up!"
"Brown skin. You know I love your brown skin." He kissed up her arm and she shook him off.
"If you don't stop touching me, I'm going to make you sleep in your own bed tonight," she threatened.
"But, Sexy Mama, you know I like to get my cuddles on. Please let me sleep in here."
"Are you going to try to cop a feel, Noah Puckerman?"
"Yes."
"Puck."
"You asked, and I don't lie."
"What am I going to do with you!"
"The nasty preferably, but I'll take cuddle as second best."
She rolled her eyes. "Boy, you're a mess, but if you weren't you wouldn't be Noah Puckerman."
"Damn straight."
Well here it is. It was hard for me to write Mercy with someone else, so the lemon may not be that great. I do apologize if I gave you a rotten lemon :/ Never the less, hope you enjoyed. And reviews definitely make me do a happy dance!
And I definitely think Mercedes deserves a fan club, don't you?
Oh and Puck's corny brown skin lines came from Brown Skin by India Arie
