He needed to taste her.
It had been one week. One week exactly since Sam's heart started to mend itself. Seven days since the pain that had haunted him for almost two months disappeared. 168 hours since he had found his smile. 10,080 minutes since he got his Mercy back. Every day, he found himself returning to normal more and more. Every day he found himself bounding out of bed instead of forcing himself to get up. Every day he noticed the pep in his step became more and more pronounced. Every day he found it easier to smile and the sound of his laughter wasn't a foreign memory any longer. There was a faint memory of the pain he had endured that didn't want to go away, but it was nothing more than like the wisps of smoke that eventually dissipate after a smoker exhales. He wasn't 100% back to normal, but he was getting close and it was because of her. As he thought of her a goofy smile spread over his face and he did nothing to try to hide it. It felt good to smile. It felt good to have something to smile about. He didn't realize how much she owned him heart, mind, body and soul until he had to do without her. It was a hard lesson learned as far as Sam was concerned but it was one he promised himself he would never have to re-learn again. Now that he had his Mercy back he wasn't ever letting her go. The idea of having Mercedes by his side forever caused the goofy smile on Sam's face to grow even wider. He was sure he looked like the Joker at this point but he couldn't make himself care. He had his girl back! Everything was perfect—well, almost perfect…
He still needed to taste her.
He held her hand as he walked her to class every day and he always gave her a kiss on the cheek before he walked away but that wasn't good enough anymore. A week of that and he was damn near losing his mind. They had an unspoken agreement that they were going to take things slow but at some point too slow became standing still. And eventually standing still became going backwards if you weren't careful. Sam only wanted to move forward but he was afraid to push too hard. He knew their current arrangement was killing Mercedes as well, but knowing that didn't mean he should push. He knew she loved him instead of Shane and he pushed her until she admitted it, and looked how that turned out. Sam decided to take his cues from her, but he knew the second that she so much as looked as she was thinking about leaning in he would be all over her.
He had to taste her.
As Sam stood outside Mercedes' history class he tried to think of ways to bring up the topic of moving forward with their relationship without making it sound as if he were pushing her to make a decision. He had come up with quite a list when all of a sudden Mercedes bust through the door, grabbed his hand and said, "Follow me." Sam let her lead him without a word until he saw where she was headed.
"Ummm, Mercedes, you know Coach Sylvester will lose it if she finds out that we are in the Cheerios' copy room."
"It's okay, Santana unlocked it for me and she's keeping an eye out."
"Why do we need Santana to keep an eye ou-?"
Before Sam could finish his question Mercedes threw up the door to the copy room, shoved him inside, and quickly shut the door behind her.
"Mercedes, what in the hell…?
"Kiss me. I need you to kiss me. Now."
Sam stood stone still for a good 30 seconds. Had he heard right? Were his prayers finally being answered?
"Sam!"
Mercedes desperate tone snapped Sam out of his reverie. He looked at the wild look and her eyes and he knew instinctively that his matched her own. He wanted nothing more than to grab her, slam her up against the wall, and kiss her like it was the last thing he would ever do but something stopped him. This was going to be their first kiss. Their first time kissing where they both knew exactly what they felt for each other. Their first time kissing where there was no one else to consider. Their first time kissing as two free adults completely in love with each other. This was their first kiss and he wanted to savor every last second of it.
He was finally going to taste her.
The only sound in the room was the loud pants coming from both of them. They hadn't even done anything yet and they were both breathing like they just run a marathon. Sam crept closer and closer to Mercedes as she inched backwards until finally she was pressed up against the door and had nowhere to go. Sam kept walking until the front of their bodies were pressed fully up against each other. Sam fought the urge to do a lot more than kiss when he heard Mercedes moan softly as she unconsciously rubbed herself against him.
"Mercedes? Look at me."
Mercedes looked up at him with a slightly glazed look in her eye and he couldn't help but smirk.
"Baby, you've gotta stop."
"Why?"
Sam laughed at the slightly whiny tone of her question.
"Because if you keep that up we are really going to be doing something in here that will get us killed by Coach Sylvester."
Mercedes pouted but she forced herself to stop rubbing up against Sam's warmth.
"Soon baby, I promise."
Mercedes smiled at that and then her gaze drifted down to Sam's lips. He licked them self-consciously and she followed suit. When they were done both sets of their lips glistened and the sight only made them both hungrier for each other.
"Please Sam, I don't want to wait any longer."
Sam wanted to savor the moment a little bit longer but he was quickly learning that he couldn't refuse Mercedes anything. If she wanted him to taste her, then by God that's exactly what he was going to do.
Sam leaned in closer until their lips were touching. The stayed like that for just a second, breathing into each other's mouths before Sam slowly pursed his lips and gave Mercedes a soft kiss. His eyes slid close at the feeling, but then quickly an ache started to develop and he needed more. He placed a few more pecks on her slightly closed lips before he couldn't take it any longer and he said,
"Open your mouth for me."
Mercedes didn't hesitate and the second her lips fully parted Sam's tongue was between them. He couldn't contain his groan as he tried desperately to control himself. He promised himself he wouldn't push so much, but she tasted so good. He attempted to pull back some and slow things down but Mercedes grabbed the back of his head and said,
"Don't you dare."
Instead of replying Sam grabbed her face and turned it so that he could get deeper. The next few minutes were filled with soft moans, wandering hands, and wet, smacking noises. Sam didn't know how long they kissed before things started to get out of hand. At some point Mercedes had wrapped her leg around him and he was pressed against her fully. He knew he warned her earlier but even the wrath of Sue Sylvester wasn't enough to keep him from rocking his pelvis against Mercedes'. The rhythmic rocking turned into a lot more when Sam wrapped Mercedes' other leg around him and lifting her up before slamming her back against the door. They both moaned loudly at the action and the kissing and groping only became more frantic.
"Sam…oh, God…Sam, please baby…I need…I…oh, God…"
"What do you need? Huh? Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Taste me…"
Sam's heart stopped, did she really just say what he thought she said?
"Mercedes, are you sure?"
Some of the haze cleared from Mercedes' eyes and it was replaced by hurt and shame.
"You don't have to if you don't want to…I just thought…"
"Don't apologize for telling me what you want, don't ever apologize for that. How can I know how to please you if you don't?"
Mercedes dropped her gaze but smiled shyly.
"I love you Mercedes, and all I want to do is please you but is the Cheerio copy room really the place you want this to happen for the first time?"
Mercedes looked around at her surroundings and grimaced.
"I guess I didn't think this through very much, did I?"
"Well, I should hope not. Considering what I was doing to you I hope you weren't thinking at all."
Mercedes blushed and hid her face in Sam's shirt.
"Hey…" he lifted her face towards him, "don't ever feel ashamed to tell me what you want. The two of us sharing are love is nothing to be ashamed of, got it?
"Got it."
Mercedes stood on her tiptoes and gave Sam a small kiss.
"I guess we should get back before Santana pulls a Mr. Schue and comes and find us."
Sam shuddered at the thought of Santana busting in on the two of them. They would never hear the end of it.
"Yeah, let's go. I'll walk you to class."
"You going to give me a real kiss this time?"
"No."
"Excuse me? Why not?"
"Our real kisses are little too x-rated for school hallways don't you think?"
"Well…"
Sam lowered his voice and moved his lips to her earlobe and said,
"The next time I give you a real kiss I want to do it all over, do you understand."
Sam felt Mercedes tremble slightly as he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.
"The next time I give you a real kiss I want to have all my attention focused on you which means I don't want to worry about wandering eyes, or teachers or friends busting in on us. Do you understand?
Sam listened to Mercedes swallow deeply as she clenched his forearms with her hands.
"Baby, I can't hear you. Do. You. Understand?"
"Ye..ye..y…mmm-hmmm."
Sam chuckled softly and buried his face in her neck. He took a deep breath, and tried to fight the urge to ignore everything he just said and take her right there. The thoughts were still racing through his mind when suddenly he felt Mercedes relax her grip on his arms and slowly wind them around his waist. She leaned her head against his chest and whispered,
"I love you Sam."
He smiled into her neck and then leaned back and said,
"I love you too."
They stared into each other's eyes for a minute longer before they both reluctantly straightened up their clothing and headed out the door. As Sam walked down the hallway with his girl he savored the feeling of being able to take deep, fortifying breaths while looking around and appreciating everything that was going on around him. He cherished the feel of Mercedes' hand tangled with his and the taste of her on his lips. She did that for him. She made everything clearer and brighter and more beautiful. Where there was darkness she brought light. Where there was sadness she brought loud, boisterous laughter. Where there was pain she brought love and happiness. She may have broken him, but she still put him back together piece by piece and he was stronger because of it. He never wanted to experience anything like that hellish two months away from Mercedes ever again, it was complete torture. But thankfully it was over and it was time to move forward. Now he would enjoy his present with Mercedes and look forward to what life had to bring them.
Sam looked down at Mercedes and smiled, he'd already gotten a taste of his future and he couldn't wait to start living it.
