For someone who was generally pessimistic about relationships, Mercedes felt pretty good. It was contradicting to be a hopeless romantic and still always see her heart half empty, but this time her feelings were undeniable. They existed, not just for her but for him as well. Sam was coming over and she decided to dance in front of the mirror wearing her new underwear to calm her nerves. Mercedes cleaned her apartment with Love On Top on repeat, singing each word from her chest. Thank God Quinn wasn't home or she would have recorded this as blackmail. After the apartment was spick and spam, she got dressed, sprayed her favorite perfume in the air and on her neck and tossed her hair. No makeup, Mercedes wanted to look perfectly effortless. She sat in her Love Pink yoga pants that accentuated her apple bottom and impatiently waited for Sam to ring her doorbell. Mercedes kept busy by counting the nooks in the Stucco design of her wall.
Ding-Dong.
There was a knock that came along with the chime and Mercedes took a moment to scream her excitement into the purple velvet of her couch. She made a quick jog to the door and stood on her tip-toes to see Sam peering back at her through the peephole. The door opened and the two people felt like a new chapter of their lives was about to begin.
"Hi." Sam said, grinning like he won the lottery.
"Hi." He wanted to pull her into a kiss but since he was unsure of the reason for their meeting, he settled for undressing her with his eyes.
"Hi." Sam repeated.
"Hi." Mercedes giggled. She wished she could read his mind because she never seen Sam look at her so intensely. Mercedes drank in Sam's appearance. It has only been a few weeks since they last saw each other, but she really did miss him. Then, she realized they were still in the hallway after watching Old Man Jenkins and Darrius walk by. Sam followed her gaze and saw the man and his dog who cockblocked him the last time they met.
"Hey, Mr. Jenkins." Sam greeted him. Mr. Jenkins scowled and grumbled something about how Sam didn't know him. Sam raised his eyebrows making Mercedes laugh again.
"Come on in." As she led him in, Mercedes eyes darted around her apartment. To an outsider, the place would have looked fine, just a little cramped is all. But to Mercedes, after an hour's worth of cleaning her home still looked like a dump. "Sorry about the messiness." Mercedes tossed a throw-pillow inches away from it's original spot on the couch just to put it back there seconds later.
"Looks fine to me."
"Can I take your coat?" Sam shrugged off his downcoat and handed it to Mercedes. She would have asked for his beanie, but he looked too damn good in it. Mercedes hanged his coat on the hook above the vent and quickly saw that there was nothing stopping them from straight fucking right there. So she ran to hide behind the refrigerator door.
"Would you like anything to drink?" Mercedes called all the way from the safe kitchenette. Sam made a heavy sigh while crashing on the couch.
"No thanks, but I would like for you to come sit with me." Mercedes closed the refrigerator door to softly smile at Sam. He patted the empty space next to him, as if to say It's just me and you. She sat with Sam, close enough to kiss. Instead of just diving into things, Mercedes decided to start a light conversation about the weather first. Yes, seriously. But, she was interrupted by the heavy groaning coming from the walls. At first, Sam thought maybe the place was haunted and that would've been awesome, but then a loud 'OH!' was heard and the sound of a headboard thumping in a steady rhythm.
"Oh my God." Mercedes covered her face.
"Is that-?"
"My neighbors."
"Do they always-?"
"If they aren't fighting, yes." Sam nodded, trying to be as disgusted as Mercedes when really he was a little turned on. A lot in fact. When it quieted, the couple next door sounded like they were taking a breather and the not-having-sex couple figured it was okay to start talking again.
"Mercedes?" Sam asked, licking his lips.
"Yeah?"
"Why am I here?"
Mercedes let air escape through her lips with a high pitched blubbering noise. Sam just wanted to grab a hold of her face and nibble on that mouth of hers. The girl and she wasn't even trying.
"Okay, so, I talked to James." Mercedes paused for effect. Nothing.
"I told him how I felt about him and he said he didn't feel the same way." Mercedes said, staring at her hands rubbing against her thighs. She looked up and Sam still had no expression on his face. However, his eyes were no longer the bright green she was used to. Now they were storming gray.
"Listen, I'm sorry if you felt-I'm sorry that I used you. It was wrong and if I was in your position, I wouldn't even want to hear what I would have to say because I would feel like a second choice. But, because you are here, I hope this means that you're still willing to give us a shot. Or maybe you've decided that we're better off friends and that's okay because I just want you to know that these weeks without you made me realize that I just want you in my life."
Sam cupped her cheeks and pulled Mercedes in for a deep kiss. Before she could even react, Mercedes was being force-fed Sam's answer. She relaxed into the kiss, lightly teasing his tongue with her own. This wasn't they first time they shared imitates through lips but the taste of each other felt brand new probably for the reason that now they were official. It was cheesy and high-school, but romantic enough for both of them to be completely swept away. Mercedes snatched off his green beanie and tossed it, after deciding that it would not be as hot if he kept it on all the way through.
They were both struggling to open his flannel shirt and remove it, when-"Oh! Oh, God, yes! Ohhhh…" The couple next door were at it again. Sam was shaking off his sleeve but Mercedes stopped. She look incredulously to the wall.
"My God, don't they ever stop?" Mercedes said annoyed while Sam was trying to distract her with kisses and nuzzles to her face.
"Come on, shortcake. Let's out-do 'em." He strained out before collapsing on top of Mercedes. His hands brought their lips together once more, tongues crashing soft pressure to each others liking. Mercedes moaned softly when Sam gnawed as lightly as he could on her lower lip. He took his fingers from her cheeks and ghosted them around her curves that were still covered with clothing. He pulled his mouth from hers, almost taking her up with him but held Mercedes down. Sam stood on his knees while Mercedes pushed her hips into his hardness.
A hiss left Sam's lips, "You're my naughty girl, aren't you?" He lifted Mercedes' sweatshirt above her head, her loose curls falling beautifully around her face. Sam noticed the dark blue lace bra that pushed up her breasts to her neck almost. "Oh my God, this bra!" Sam brought his face into them.
"You like it? I bought a few more in different colors." Mercedes beamed. Sam then proceeded into a motorboat, making Mercedes squeal with laughter. He looked up at her flushed with a wicked smile before doing it again. Mercedes grabbed a small zebra print pillow and shrieked into it. Sam caught the pillow and threw it on the floor before discarding his own tank.
"None of that." He said, sliding down her sweats. "I wanna hear you, babe." He pressed his scruffy cheeks into her soft belly and gave her navel a puckered kiss. Mercedes bit her lip and internally begged for him to just take her but he has been waiting a while for this. They both have been. This moment was not to be rushed and Sam fully intended on taking his time. Mercedes silently thanked the Lord for Sam's lips as they made their way down to her inner thighs. His kissed up and down her mound, being able to smell that she was ready for him. When he worked back up to the start of her underwear, he grabbed the elastic with his teeth and dragged it down her thighs. Mercedes kind of felt like a floozie when she saw how easily her legs fell apart for the man, but didn't mind when his tongue tasted her slit. She moaned and her hands caught the couch cushion. He found her button and flickered it lightly, making Mercedes arch her back letting out a sob. Sam hummed a song, lips still against her clit while placing one finger inside driving her to a near comatose. In the next minute, he tasted the pleasure she echoed through the small apartment, cleaning up the mess he made eagerly. By the time he looked up, he saw Mercedes drunkenly laughing.
He quieted her laughter with lusty kisses. Sam hovered on his elbows over Mercedes. He reached into his back pocket for an emergency condom that has been living in his wallet for months. The worn pair of Levi's was now around his ankles. He ground his hardness against her, making her whine. Mercedes pulled him down for a long, intoxicating kiss. Sam discreetly slipped the condom around his girth and positioned himself inside her fitting like the tight piece of an almost done puzzle. Mercedes' eyelashes fluttered. He was so filling, it was unreal. The tightness was sucking him in like a black hole and Sam didn't know how he was going to make himself last.
"Does that feel good, baby?" He asked while pushing forward. She answered him with a sweet sigh and chaste kisses to his neck. Sam rocked her on his cock gently but Mercedes' movements ensured that she wanted something faster. Mercedes wanted Mach 5. Mercedes rolled them over to give herself the upper hand. Sam willingly obliged, steadying her on top of him with his hands at her sides. Her soft hands clutched his chest as she began to ride and ride she did. Sam felt his balls filling with each thrust.
"Kiss me! Kiss me…" Mercedes begged, as he pulled her right against him. They moaned into each other's mouths while the change of position was making Mercedes scream.
Unfortunately, the two were having way too much fun to hear the jingling of keys at the door. And Quinn was too damn busy listening to Fiona Apple on her headset to notice the sounds coming from her apartment. But truthfully, even if she had noticed them, she just would've thought it was her neighbors from across the hall but 10 times louder. She didn't see them at first because her eyes were down and they didn't see her because they were sucking at each other's faces, whispering dirty things.
As a part of fate, Quinn finally looked up in complete horror.
"Oh, Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" She dropped her bag and shielded her vision from her naked friends. Mercedes made an unpleasant scream while attempting to cover themselves with the blanket on the couch.
"Quinn, I thought you had class!"
"It was canceled, I'm sorry!" She spoke with her hand still in front of her face. "Hey, Sam."
"Hey, Quinn."
"Mercedes remind me never to set one ass-cheek on that couch again-"
"Quinn!"
"All right, all right, I'm leaving! Carry on!" Quinn gave them a thumbs up with her head turned before shutting the door. Before Sam and Mercedes could take in the embarrassment, the door re-opened.
"Just getting my bag! Don't have sex yet!" Quinn swiped her tote and closed the door. Mercedes wiped her face of mortification and turned to look at Sam. He was sitting upright, letting the small piece of cover Mercedes allowed him block off the only part of him that matter. He didn't look embarrassed but his eyes were glassy. Uh-oh.
"Mercedes?"
"Yeah?" Mercedes asked carefully.
"You have your own bedroom, right?" Mercedes nodded. "With a lock?" She nodded again, excited now she knew where this was going.
"Let's go!" He said quickly, lifting Mercedes off the couch and carrying her bridal-style to her room.
A/N: Excuse my horrible smut. Ugh, I don't know if that's gonna get any better, really. I'm sorry. But next chapter will be more of a Quick chapter, honestly. Welp, there you have it. Okay. Thanks for reading and sticking this out with me guys. It means a lot. See you next time.