Request by Brunaabc: Samcedes grocery shopping/first time Mercedes let Sam touch her boobs.
AN: Obviously, slightly AU. Slightly.
"Ohhh, Cool Ranch Doritos! Yes!" Sam grabbed the family size bag of the salty chips and threw them into the cart.
"Sam," Mercedes began in a chastising tone. "You do not need a family sized bag of chips."
"Uhhh, yes, I do," he sassed. He turned back to the shelf and grabbed a normal sized bag. "I'll get two days out of this, maybe." He held up the larger bag that he had thrown in the cart. "This bag? Three to four days. It's simple math." Mercedes rolled her eyes and began to walk away, pushing the cart filled with groceries. Sam threw the small bag back on the shelf and took two large steps to catch up to her. "Hey, I told you that I would push the cart."
"Sam, I can push a damn cart," she remarked.
"I know you can," he relented as he gently pushed her to the side so he could grab onto the cart's handle bar. "But I want to push it for you. It's the gentlemanly thing to do."
Mercedes grabbed onto the side of the cart and smiled. "Well, thank you. That's very sweet."
"Like honey," he winked at her and she shook her head at him. He turned down another aisle at the grocery store and stopped abruptly. "Oh my God, yes." Sam snatched up a package of Honey Buns and looked pleadingly at Mercedes. "I haven't had these since I was eight years old. Please, can we get them? Please please please?!"
"Sam!" Mercedes grabbed the package from him and placed it back on the shelf. "We already have Oreos and ice cream. We don't need anymore sweets. Besides, we are already over budget by thirty dollars."
"But 'Cedes!" he whined like a child. "I want them!"
"Then put either the Oreos or the ice cream back!"
"But the Oreos go with the ice cream!"
"It's Cookies 'N Cream ice cream!" she exclaimed, holding the offending item in her hand. "It has Oreos in it already!"
Sam cocked his hip out and scoffed. "Mercedes, you know they're stingy with cookies part of that combination."
She rolled her eyes again. "You get two deserts, Sam. Two. Now choose. Or I'll choose for you."
Sam pouted and looked between the cart and the shelf that held the Honey Buns. He sighed and turned away, leaving the delicious treats on the shelf. Mercedes smirked to herself and followed behind him. They checked their items out and Sam carried the hefty load of bags as they walked the streets of New York back to their apartment.
Later that night, after dinner, Sam continued to pout as he scooped up his ice cream with Oreos piled on top. Mercedes stood at the counter and watched every bite he took as she hid her giggles behind her cup of evening tea. When he was finished, he rinsed his bowl and place it in the dishwasher. Mercedes set her cup down on the counter and quietly grabbed Sam's hand in hers. He looked at her questioningly.
"Come with me." She tugged his hand and then casually began to saunter towards the stairs, Sam following her like a lost puppy. They reached the bedroom and Sam watched cautiously as Mercedes closed and then locked the door. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest with anticipation and excitement. He had no idea what his girlfriend had up her sleeve, but he was excited nonetheless.
"'Cedes, what's going on?" he asked, his voice slightly higher than usual.
"Well," she climbed onto the bed and sat on her knees in the middle, reaching her hand out for him to join her. "I want to cheer you up."
Sam cleared his throat and got on the bed as well. "H-how?"
Mercedes guided him so he was also on his knees facing her. Wordlessly, she steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward to capture his lips. Sam was not one to complain or argue, so he kissed her back immediately. He gripped her hips and shuffled himself closer to her as her tongue asked for entrance to his mouth. He quickly granted her access and delighted in her small whimper as their tongues tangled. He felt her hands slide down his biceps and forearms to his hands where she gripped them and began to guide them up her sides. When his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts, Sam gasped slightly into her mouth. Mercedes smiled against his lips and then moved his hands even higher so his palms were fully on her breasts.
"Whoah," Sam parted from the intense kiss and slid his hands back down to her hips. "Baby, what are you- I thought-"
"I told you," she shook her head. "I want to cheer you up."
"But you don't have to-"
"Sam," she deadpanned. "If I really didn't want you to touch my tits do you think I'd be letting you do this right now?"
Sam thought about it for a second and then shook his head. "No. You'd probably smack me and then yell at me for about 20 minutes for not respecting your body and then you wouldn't talk to me for three days and-"
"Okay, I get it," she stopped him by raising her hand up. "You're killing the mood, baby."
"Right!" he exclaimed, startling Mercedes a bit. "Let's get this show back on the road." He tentatively put his hands on her breasts and looked at her for approval.
"Sam, they're not delicate!" she said abruptly. "Grab 'em!"
Sam quickly obliged and squeezed her breasts while running his thumb across her nipples until they pebbled under his touch. Mercedes moaned while Sam's eyes bugged. "Are you not wearing a bra?"
"Since when do I wear a bra to bed?"
This time Sam moaned, but refrained from commenting and continued to play with her breasts. Soon enough, they began to makeout again, changing positions so Mercedes was on her back and Sam was on top of her. After a while, Sam lifted his head and they breathed heavily for a moment.
Mercedes' face etched in confusion. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Can I... ya know..." he swallowed loudly. "Under the shirt?"
"Too far."
"Right."
The next morning at breakfast, Sam walked up behind Mercedes as she stood at the stove making eggs and bacon and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands immediately finding her tits.
"Sam!" she exclaimed, removing his hands from her body.
"What?" he grinned. "I can't help it! You opened the door and I'm just happily strolling in."
She shook her head at him and ordered him to sit down as she finished breakfast. Soon after, Blaine came home and Sam huffed in annoyance. He couldn't touch her while Blaine was home. They made a rule about no PDA in front of friends back when they dated in high school and they were sticking to it, excluding the time he planted one on her to prove their chemistry a few weeks back.
Rachel and Kurt came over after lunch and stayed until almost 11pm and Mercedes went straight to bed after they left. Sam sulked until the next morning when he woke up to Mercedes straddling him and kissing his neck. Her perked up and immediately made a grab for her bountiful bosom. Mercedes reared back, holding her chest up in her hands.
"Sam!" she shouted. "That hurt!"
"Wha-? What did?"
"You pinched me, you jerk!" She smacked his chest and then rolled off of him and out of the bed.
"Mercedes!" Sam called out. "I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, baby!"
Mercedes just shook her head and grabbed her robe as she stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Sam threw his head back in frustration when he heard the click of the lock sliding into place.
It took two days and a bouquet of flowers for Sam to gain access back to the glorious mounds of her breasts again. They lay on the floor in the middle of the living room, the fireplace roaring next to them and the soothing sounds of Bobby Vinton singing "Blue Velvet" floating around them. Sam rolled her nipples between his fingers and Mercedes gasped, biting her lip.
"That feels so good, Sammy," she groaned.
"It can feel even better," he whispered as he nipped gently at her throat.
"How?"
He removed his hands and tried slinking them underneath the fabric of her shirt.
Mercedes quickly intervened and grabbed his wrists. "Hey, remember the rules!"
"Wha-? My hands are above the waist!"
"And on top of the clothes!"
"Agghh..."
The end. Lol I didn't know how to even go about finishing this so I decided on making the end canon. Whatcha think? Leave reviews and more requests if ya have them! Merci beaucoup!
