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This next one was requested on tumblr and is based around the song "Alone Together" by Daley ft. Marsha Ambrosius.
This one-shot features: Truck driver Sam, waitress Mercedes, an empty diner on a back road, a nomad, and a young lady with adventure in her eyes.
He had to be in Philadelphia by the morning.
I don't wanna be alone
If the allure of a hot meal that wasn't served in a paper bag didn't bring Sam trudging into the doors of the almost empty Dee's Diner, then he wasn't quite sure what did. Maybe it was the bright sign that he never drove past on the back roads in the sleepy Ohio town. Always, he made it a point to stop here, to time out his trip so that he'd make it before closing. He'd never forget the one time he got caught in a terrible traffic jam in Indiana and the disappointment that ran through him when he finally pulled into the diner at midnight. His heart sank to find the neon sign dimmed, one of the only lights on the dark road, and the doors locked. It was a struggle to find his breath after that as he drug himself back to his truck, fighting the ache in his stomach, not hungry for food but just in desperate need of the nourishment only she could provide.
So many times, he passed through here before, stopped at this diner before, sat at a booth in the back, one that he inhabited three times a year, gorging himself on deliciously greasy hamburgers and sweet apple pie.
"With a dollop of ice cream?" she asked, tapping her pen against the small notepad she took orders with.
A definite silence
You're almost exactly what I need
Maybe it was the hypnotizing cocoa-skinned waitress that brought him back. The lingering smell of her subtle perfume mixed with the scent of fried food and the musk that came from working long shifts in her father's establishment. The smell would stick in his nostrils for weeks, not allowing him to forget the woman who never failed to greet him with a smile even after he'd left her presence and returned to his solitary life in the cab of his truck.
He only nodded at her suggestion, offering a shy, crooked smile and handing her back the plastic-covered menu, watching as she swayed away from the table to begin brewing the coffee he desperately needed. He sunk back into the worn blue leather seat of his booth, heart fluttering, thinking that maybe, just maybe, she remembered him. But why would she? She probably always asked customers if they wanted ice cream with their pie, but maybe she remembered the crestfallen look on his face the last time he was here and she informed him they were out of ice cream and his dreams of getting something cool and sweet on his tongue were dashed. Little did she know that his mouth had been watering, desperate for a taste of her plump, glossed lips and the heated dessert topped with the melting ice cream would be the only thing able to come slightly close to satisfying his craving.
Maybe he was hearing things but he swore he could make out the music her body seemed to move to, in perfect harmony with each of her actions. The quick rip of his order from her notepad, passed off to a cook who was out of Sam's view, the firm press of a blinking orange button to begin the coffee maker, all before she returned the task his presence interrupted. Her arm moved in slow, wide strokes as she cleaned the front counter, her arms extending fully to reach the opposite edge of it. He began to hum, a tune with no name that ended when she stilled her moments to begin a conversation with the cook. He couldn't hear what they were talking about but he was thankful for the exchange, for the way her big brown eyes lit up and a smile overcame her face as she swatted a playful hand into the air brushing off whatever the out of earshot words were. He pretended the smile and flirty gestures were for his benefit, that she was trying to get his attention and not the other way around.
After walking to the counter to pay for his meal, the only other customer left with a tip of his hat and a wink in her direction. He must have been the owner of the eighteen-wheeler Sam parked his own sizeable truck next to. She probably saw many of his type, of Sam's type, breezing in and out of town, flirting with her and going on their way again after their bellies were full. For a moment, he wished he could be that way, that he could find the courage to say something other than a serene 'hello' always followed by a genuinely interested 'how are you?'. He wished he could flirt with her, make her giggle the way the other customers often would, anything to keep her around for just a little longer before she returned to her job.
Sam laughed dryly at himself, realizing just how dumb his thoughts were. Why would she want to flirt with him? She could have any guy that swaggered into the place, chest puffed out, ready to give her anything her little heart desired. He was a nomad, a lost soul who drove through the night and slept at truck stops during the day. He couldn't give her anything, not stability, not wealth, not even a dependable companion. Why would she waste any more time with him than she had to?
She probably already had a fella to court her proper. One to bring her flowers just because, to hold doors open for her, to kiss her temple and run his hands along her back whispering how beautiful she was every time he got the opportunity to do so.
The hollow feeling in his chest made him stop what he was doing, sitting frozen, with a cheeseburger halfway between his plate and his mouth. He didn't know what was happening, why just the thought of her with anyone that wasn't him filled him with such dread. The feeling didn't subside when a large, dark-skinned man appeared from somewhere in the back, sidled up next to her and gave her a playful bump with his hip that produced the sweetest giggle.
"I'm heading out Lady Bug, do you think you can handle the place?"
She waved him off, "I've got it, daddy. You just get home to Momma, I know she misses you."
The man pinched the apple of her round cheek, "She misses you too, little woman, wish you'd come to dinner more often."
"I'll be there on Sunday, like always."
"Fine, fine, I won't bug ya. Just call me if anything goes wrong."
"I'll be okay."
He left her with a kiss on the cheek and a wary eye in Sam's direction. Sam gulped heavily, returning his eyes to his sandwich and struggling to take another ketchup-filled bite. He'd never seen her father before, the man's name floated around the building here and there but he'd never made an appearance while Sam was present. To everyone else he was Charles, or Mr. J, or Boss Man to any of the other waitresses Sam rarely saw but to her he was simply, always, daddy.
He couldn't bite his sandwich, he only stared at the red condiment dripping from it that he applied way too much of as he watched her clean a nearby table a few moments before. Looking out the window to distract himself, he hadn't noticed that she was walking toward him until he heard the clink of a glass plate against his table.
She stood there, hands clasped in front of her and a gentle smile on her face, "I know the ketchup bottles can be a little finicky. It looked like you got way more than you wanted so I got Finn to make you another burger. It's on me." The wink was his undoing and his burger dropped to his plate as he sat silenced, in awe of her. A thoughtful stare clouded her face as she waited for a response from him. Opening his mouth, he tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Her face became puzzled by his lack of reply and she excused herself, "Well, let me know if you need anything else. I'll just be over there."
A definite maybe
Is sure to entice my curiosity
"Mercedes," Sam looked around for a quick second, surprised that the sound came from his own mouth. He never dared to speak her name aloud before, only allowing it to rumble through his mind from the moment he read it on the shiny silver name tag she wore pinned to her bright blue uniform. Surprisingly, it rolled perfectly off of his tongue, sounding as natural as any word he'd been saying his whole life. She turned to face him, taking a cautious step in his direction. He quickly fumbled around the table, finding his knife still rolled neatly into a thick white napkin with his fork and spoon. He pulled the warm burger to him, pressing a hand over it and gliding the knife through it. Placing half on his plate and leaving the other behind, he pushed the half burger to the other side of the table and gestured toward it, "Join me?"
A polite smile graced her face, "I still have a few more things to do around here - we're closing soon." His face fell but he couldn't say he was surprised; the two hadn't exchanged many words beyond talks of the weather and what he wanted to eat. It was entirely too forward of him to ask her to sit down to a parcel of a meal with a stranger. He turned back to his plate, shaking off her decline of his offer only to look back up in time to see her sliding into the booth across from him. "I guess it wouldn't hurt if I had to stay a little longer tonight. I'm in no rush to get home."
I can't help but think that this doesn't add up
"I can help you with anything you need."
She shook her head, picking up her half of the sandwich, "No, I couldn't ask you to do that."
"I'd be glad to. You bought me a burger, it's the least I can do."
Biting her bottom lip, she leaned in and lowered her voice, "Don't tell anyone, but the burgers, and anything else, are free for me but I'm glad to share." She pulled back with another wink, taking a bite out of her burger.
He basked in the flirty gesture, drying his suddenly sweaty hands on a napkin, "So, what else do you have left to do here?"
"Uh, I have to refill the condiments and the salt and pepper shakers and all that stuff. I also have a few more tables to wipe down and some sweeping to do."
"That all? I can help with that, no problem."
"I really don't want to keep you."
"I wouldn't mind at all, I'm not really in any hurry to get back on that road."
"What are you hauling?"
"Light bulbs."
She perked up at his uninteresting admission, "Really?"
"Yeah, not too exciting, I know, but someone has to do it, I guess."
"I'm sure it's sort of exciting, you get to see all of these different cities, pass through all of these towns," she waited a beat, taking and swallowing another bite of her sandwich before she spoke again, "I bet your wife misses you like crazy though."
He choked, quickly reaching for his glass of water, "No wife, no girlfriend, just me."
"Oh." She took another small bite and Sam was sure he saw a smile dimpling her cheeks.
"What about you?"
She shrugged, "Same. No wife, no girlfriend."
"Just a great personality to keep you company, huh?"
"That and two smothering parents. I think it'd be nice to have a job like yours, to get away from here and explore a little."
"It's hardly glamorous. I don't get to really enjoy any place I go, I always have to be headed toward the next place."
I'm trying to separate the facts from all the fiction
"Where are you headed now?"
"Pennsylvania."
"You know where I've always wanted to go? The Hershey factory, take one of those little tours and then buy a ton of chocolate at the end of it. I think it'd be fun."
"Probably, I wouldn't know though, I don't get to do too much sight-seeing."
Conversation about the cities he'd been to, been through, turned into conversations about the cities she wanted to see and how she never made it to any of them. She had a spark of adventure within her but the desire to be near her parents kept her close to home. She'd started working for her father once she'd finished college but a music degree could only offer her a job a as a part-time teacher which she happily passed on in favor of working in the family-owned diner. She did more than take orders; she practically ran the place, knowing more about the business aspect of the restaurant than anything else. Sam wasn't surprised to find out that she had decided to go back to college and was currently enrolled in a Business Administration program that would help her in opening her own music store once she saved up enough money. But probably the best piece of information Sam obtained from Mercedes was the fact that she actually did remember him.
"Every February, every June, every October, that's when you come through here, right?"
She knew his schedule and even when to expect him. She admitted that part of the reason she took later shifts was so that she could see him whenever he came into town also, that she never knew what she'd say if they ever had an actual conversation, deeming herself too uninteresting for someone like him. Sam knew he was blushing, wildly so, but he couldn't help the warmth that spread through him as she produced a folded receipt from the pocket of the apron she wore.
The last time he was here, a small moment of boldness overtook him and he'd written her a little note on the credit card slip he signed. He didn't know if she saw it, or if she even cared about the silly message:
I'll forgive you for the ice cream if I can have a smile next time I'm here. - Sam
She said she'd felt bad about the ice cream, that she'd been carefully rationing their supply of the dessert all week wanting to save a little for him, knowing he had to show up soon. She seemed embarrassed at her confessions, hiding her face behind her long, dark hair but Sam was overjoyed to hear the things she shared.
He gladly soaked up each tidbit of information she offered, wishing that she'd go on forever but she wouldn't let the conversation be one-sided. She pulled out of him that he was originally from Kentucky but ended up living in Nebraska, of all places, that he played a little guitar, that he realized college wasn't for him after three semesters and decided to get a job to support himself as he tried to find a place to settle down. He took odd jobs here and there at first, traveling from state to state in search of some permanent attachment. To this day, he hadn't found anything worth sticking around for. Even the small farmhouse he rented in Nebraska was devoid of any real domestic touches and wasn't anything he was ever excited to get back to. He opted to spend as much time on the road as possible, allowing his bank account to build up and give him something to offer just in case he ever found someone to share his life with.
We're living in a world of contradictions
And if baby you're the truth then I'm lying next to you
Maybe it was the easy conversation that Sam and Mercedes shared while they began to clean up the diner that had him rethinking his crush on her. She was more than just a pretty face to stare at while he took way too much time eating a hamburger, she was a bright mind, a gentle soul, and boisterous laugh that never failed to bring a smile to his face. His heart jumped each time he made her giggle, sharing stories of the weird things he'd run into during his travels. He was glad to have her hanging on his every word, quickly deciding that he would stay with her until she closed up the diner.
The cook left with a similar warning as her father, urging Mercedes to call if anything went awry and casting a warning glance in Sam's direction. Sam could only nod to the tall man, trying his best to look like the harmless person he actually was.
Once the very last saltshaker was re-filled, the floors were swept and the lights were shut off in the small establishment, Sam walked Mercedes to the door, trying desperately to think of something that would keep her in his presence for just a little longer. He knew that one they crossed through the entryway that their time together would be over, that he wouldn't see her again for several months.
You're the desert sand, I'll be your water
And you're the perfect plan I never thought of
She raised her hand to the door, hesitating as she wrapped her hand around the bar, never pushing, just waiting for something. Something came over Sam in the moment. Her hand hanging on the bar of the door was a signal for him. He placed a hand atop hers, using his other to push her chin up and bring her face to meet his in a tender kiss. He didn't know what to expect from the action, certainly not the heat that coursed through his body or the shy smile that curled her lips as she moved closer to repeat the gesture.
Sam turned Mercedes in his arms, pressing her against the door, holding it closed as he leaned in for another testing kiss, followed by a series of slowly deepening pecks. He braced himself on the bar of the door, enclosing her between his arms; his knuckles paling as he willed himself not to touch her. He wouldn't do anything she wasn't ready for. Though they were still practically strangers at this point, he'd do anything, everything she wanted in an instant but she had to tell him. He needed to hear that she wanted him, wanted to be with him.
She swiped her tongue along the seam of his lips and he parted them for her, allowing his own tongue to wrestle with hers, to better share in the taste of the mints they'd popped while chatting at the cash register. Cool breaths quickly turned heated as they feasted on one another, drinking in the delightful whimpers each offered
A small hand pushed its way up his front, tugging open the buttons on his flannel shirt while they kissed. He tried to regain his composure, to stop the dizzy feeling in his head when she pulled her lips away from his and began a slow trail from his chin to his neck, finishing at his clavicle, pushing open his partially undone shirt to smack her lips gently against his skin. He shuddered at the contact, it having been too long since he'd felt such tender affections.
"Mercedes," he mumbled, still not used to calling her name aloud.
She stopped her kisses, pulling back slightly to look up at him, "Yes, Sam?"
His head dipped, resting on her shoulder in a pile of her soft hair, "I think we should stop," he whispered regretfully into her curls.
Her lidded eyes widened and she pulled herself further back, "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to-"
"No," he said quickly, "you didn't do anything - it's me." He pushed up from the door, releasing a deep breath and carding a sexually frustrated hand through his hair. He wanted to, God did he want to. He ached for every inch of her, for whatever her soft hands and hot mouth would do to his body but the haze of sleep and Mercedes-related drunkenness kept the situation from feeling completely right. He sighed continuing, "It's just been a really long day and I'm exhausted and I just feel like I'm dreaming right now, like none of this is happening." She nodded slowly, confusion still etched across her face, "I fell like if we don't stop then were going to go farther than you want to. I don't want to do anything you're not ready for - anything we're not ready for."
"Sam, you don't have to sleep with me if you don't want to. I don't need you to make up excuses. It was just - just the way you kissed me I thought, that you wanted me," her voice trailed off and she looked down at the floor, shaking her head.
Immediately, he brought his hands to cup her face and bring her gaze back to his, "I do! I'm not saying I don't want you Mercedes, I'm just saying that I feel like this isn't a decision we should make with both of us running on very little sleep."
Another nod and a moment of silence filled the air before she spoke again, "There's a motel across the road. I think you should get a room and stay the night."
Placing another sweet kiss to her lips, he leaned his forehead against hers, "I'm not ready to leave you."
"I can stay with you until you fall asleep," she offered, enfolding his hands with hers and proceeding to walk out of the diner once he agreed. They made a brief stop at his truck where he showed her around the little area that he spent most of his time. After helping her into the cab, he gave her a quick tour, letting her pull the horn and gleefully answering all of her interested questions. He grabbed the small overnight bag he had and slung it over his shoulder as they walked hand in hand across the road to the quiet motel. The bespectacled man behind the counter gave Mercedes a look when the two walked in. Sam found the man to be somewhat curt but brushed off the feeling of rudeness as they walked to his room and Mercedes explained that the man was a close friend of her father's.
I don't wanna do this on my own
and you shouldn't have to be alone
I would rather be alone together
He was supposed to be in Philadelphia by the morning.
Inside the room, Sam was completely at ease, glad that the situation with Mercedes hadn't turned awkward. He didn't bother to change out of his clothes, opting to flop back onto the bed after she made herself comfortable on the edge of it and flipped on the television. Placing his hands behind his head, he stared at TV, enjoying the comfortable stillness between them.
He almost missed her comment when she spoke up, "It's weird, you know…"
"What is?"
She turned to him, moving further onto the bed, "You. Me. I just have this feeling about you."
"Is it good?"
"It's kind of scary as hell. But I like it," she shrugged, "I like you."
"I like you too," she closed half the distance between them when he leaned up to kiss her lips softly. "Lay with me?" he requested, pulling her onto the bed, "I'll keep my hands to myself." She giggled, settling herself against his chest stroking his full stomach. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, just the fact that you seem to think that I wouldn't want you to touch me."
He nuzzled her hair, getting used to her body pressed to his, "Darlin', all you have to do is say the word."
"I'll remember that."
Sam had no idea what was on the muted television, he could only pay attention to Mercedes' deep, measured breathing that was slowly lulling him to sleep. The time passed too quickly for his liking and half asleep, he was woken completely when he felt Mercedes stirring. He wrapped his arm tighter around her, cuddling closer to her as she tried to get up from the bed.
"Sam? I thought you were sleep."
"Stay, please."
He felt her nod and place her hand above his, pulling him closer around her. Resting his head on top of hers, it wasn't long until he drifted off to sleep.
Well my heart's been racing, chasing after you
You're the sweetest dream my incredible you
He didn't make it to Philadelphia by the morning.
The sun shining through the holes in the cheap mini-blinds woke Sam before the alarm clock he set could. If he got up now he could still make it to Pennsylvania not too far behind his schedule and blame his lateness on traffic, but he couldn't bring himself to unwrap his arms from Mercedes' deeply breathing form. He kissed her forehead, watching it furrow then relax again, kissed her nose, watching it scrunch, kissed her lips, watching them quiver slightly. Smiling at the brown eyes that fluttered open, he whispered a soft "Good morning," before taking her lips again.
You're the star so bright, you're eyes the lightest hue
The pecks soon turned heated and he was in a similar position as the night before, hovering above her as he dug his hands into the sheets around them, keeping himself pushed up enough so as not to rest his full weight on her. Though he desperately wanted to, he still couldn't touch her, fearing that once he got hold of her he'd never want to let go. Her hands were less restrained, raking through his hair, down his chest and up his back, he wanted so badly to give in, to lay himself against her and allow her to have every part of him she wanted.
"Sam," she breathed, momentarily parting her lips from his.
"Yeah?"
"Touch me."
So soft your lips, the wind blows in my hair,
Come closer let me whisper in your ear
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down against her, she took the lead. He released his hold on the sheets, bringing his hands to comb carefully through her hair. One of her hands found his and slid it down her body, bringing it to her thigh and letting it slide up the skirt of her uniform. Sam let out a shaky breath and she pushed her hips up to his, grinding against him once, then a second time, urging his hand to move further up. After a fourth thrust of her hips, he finally allowed his hand the exploration it itched for, bringing his calloused palm up her thigh until it encountered the hem of the cotton panties she wore.
You're the desert sand, I'll be your water
Already, he could feel himself hardening and he had barely touched her. She urged him on, shifting so his fingers touched her panty-clad center, opening her legs wider for him, playing with the hair at the nape of her neck as he began to play with her. He slid his fingers against her experimentally and watched her reaction, her breaths becoming heavier as he applied more pressure and moved up toward her bliss button. A feeling akin to pride rushed over him, hearing the way she moaned when he drug his fingers up and then down again over the little nub several times. Her lower half pushed toward him, begging for the fingers he slipped one by one into her slick folds, urging her uniform further up with the help of his hands until it rested above her breasts.
And you're the perfect plan I never thought of
He didn't remove his hand from her as she sat up and he pulled the dress over her head and banished it to the floor, doing the same with her bra once she unclasped it and allowed him to slide it off her. As soon as she settled back against the fluffy white pillows again, he continued his work, pushing in and out of her while he leaned to taste her upper half, starting with her lips and making his way down to apply tender, hungry kisses to her breasts, laving her nipples deliberately until they budded in his mouth, ready for the moan-inducing nips he placed to each of them.
She shivered beneath him, her hips continuing to ride his hand, "Sssam, I-I'm gonna-" she whimpered.
He spoke against her skin, kissing her soft belly, "Ssssh, go ahead. Come for me."
It was a beautiful sight, her eyes to the ceiling, her forehead glistening, and her mouth parted more than enough to allow the heavy moans she offered to escape. Sam wanted to kiss her to eat up every sound coming from her but his fingers were soon stuffed into his own mouth as he partook of her essence. She opened her eyes slowly to watch him enjoying her taste, sitting up and pulling his face to hers so she could enjoy it as well. She flipped the two of them over, their mouths still pressed together, and her warm body teasing him.
I don't wanna do this on my own
and you shouldn't have to be alone
Her speed was going to be his undoing. Slowly, painfully slowly, she moved down his body, kissing every area of skin she revealed as she unbuttoned his shirt. She tugged him up gently by the parted lapels, bringing him back to her soft body, allowing him to nuzzle against her breasts while she slid the shirt off and flung it to the floor. Pushing him back down, she resumed her kissing, stopping when she reached his belly button. A swift swipe of her tongue bucked his hips and he stared down at her to see her smiling devilishly against his stomach. She let her tongue glide through his happy trail of light blond hairs, her hand having unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans by the time she reached his underwear. Leaning up, she tugged at his pants and he pushed his hips up to help her. His jeans hit the floor just as she glided a hand up his thigh and beneath his boxers, lightly touching his manhood before wrapping her fingers around it and begging to stroke his shaft slowly, watching him the whole time.
He hissed, as she nipped the head of him through his shorts. He stopped her as she prepared to take the head of his cock into her mouth, "You don't have to do that."
She ran a gentle hand over his abdomen, calming him, "Ssssh."
Nodding, he leaned back against the pillow and allowed her to have her way with him. She brought down the band of his boxers, pulling them over his member, placing a kiss to it as she pushed his undergarments down his body. Pushing her hair over her shoulder, allowing him a better view of her, she took him back into her warm palm, stroking him while she brought her mouth down to swirl her tongue around the tip of him.
He would have been embarrassed by his loud groans if she hadn't been moaning just as loudly. She parted her knees wider and he noticed a moving between her thighs realizing that she was pleasuring the both of them to the same, slow rhythm, paying his body close attention, noticing the way his legs started to shake as his release crept through him. Stopping her own playing, she urged him to come, taking his cock as far as it would go into her mouth until he did, hard and strong, as he enjoyed watching the spurts of his release leaking out of the sides of her full mouth.
He was still hard when she crawled back up to him, kissing him, opening her mouth and presenting them the opportunity to mix each of their tart tastes.
I would rather be alone together
A delighted, "Mmmmmm," rumbled from her throat and he echoed the sound, more than ready to appease the want her gyrating hips communicated. He felt his cock slide against her wetness and grabbed her hips to still her movements.
"I don't have anything," he admitted bashfully.
She pecked his lips with a smile, "It's okay, I have some in my bag." She hopped off the bed and bounded across the room to where her purse sat next to the TV. Sam took the time to appreciate her short, curvy form as she dug through her bag, producing two gold packages from it as she came back to him. "My mom slipped them in there; she insists that I carry them."
"Smart woman."
She handed off the packets to him, lying down beside him and watching as he rolled the condom on and tossed the wrapper. She pulled him back to her as soon as she finished, parting her legs wide enough for him to settle between them. Holding his cock, he ran the tip of it along her slit, his body trembling and his eyes searching hers for any signs of hesitance. Carefully, he pushed into her, applying tender kisses to her face to relax her. She dug her nails into his arms, cursing loudly when he was all the way in, and then letting out a slow moan when he began to move inside of her. Every thrust felt better than the one before and soon Mercedes began to meet his strokes, helping him set a steady pace that satisfied the both of them. He couldn't get enough of her body, mouth couldn't stop kissing her, hands couldn't stop touching her, cock couldn't stop pushing into her until he felt the rapid fluttering of her walls, squeezing him until he came shortly after she did.
I'll always keep you safe in my arms
Watching her lie there, chest rising and falling slowly, eyes staring at something beyond the small room they inhabited he knew he'd never seen anything more beautiful. The weight of their actions still sat with him and he hugged it closer, hugged her closer, hoping for the heavy, satisfied feeling in him to never leave his body. They lie in one another's arms for minutes he lost track of, moving once the alarm clock signaled that it was time for him to leave again. They dressed slowly, helping one another into, then back out of their clothes as they decided to partake of each other again.
After two quick showers, and getting into their clothes for the second time, Sam noticed a tear running down Mercedes' cheek. He swiped it away, pulling her to him as they stood in the middle of the room.
"What's wrong, beautiful?" he asked, kissing her temple.
"It's stupid," she said, her voice muffled against his chest.
"Tell me."
"I know this was just a one night stand. I know you have to leave and I can't keep you here any longer. I still - I'm just not ready for this to be over."
"Who says it has to be?"
"You're leaving. You have highway to plow through and light bulbs to deliver." She pushed out of his hold, grabbing her purse and walking toward the door. "I'll just see you in October I guess, if you decide to come back."
I will guarantee that I will never break your heart
He crossed the room in a flash, grabbing her hand and pressing it against his chest, over his heart, "Do you feel that, how fast it beats? As soon as I walk through the doors of that diner it starts and it doesn't stop, Mercedes, it doesn't stop until I'm three hundred miles away from you. You don't even know what you do to me and you stand there doubting me and it just hurts that you can't see it." She folded her fingers, leaving them against his chest. He lowered his voice, forcing her to listen closely, "Why wouldn't I come back? What reason do I have to not want to see you as often as I can?"
"I'm sorry, Sam. I just don't feel like this could possibly end well for us."
"I'm not going to stand here and make you a bunch of promises because I can't do that you. But I want to be with you Mercedes and not just a couple of times of year, but every single day that I can."
"How do you even know that?"
"I just do. Don't you want to be with me?"
She nodded somberly, "but your job-"
"It's just a job, nothing more. It keeps me out of the poorhouse but it doesn't make me happy. You make me happy and it took finding you to make me realize that that's what's important. I have a truck full of light bulbs but if you say the word, Mercedes, fuck those light bulbs and whoever is waiting for me. Just tell me to stay and I will."
I'll always put you first cause you deserve the world
She pulled her hand away, bringing it to her lips and kissing it before pressing it back to his. "I'll see you in the fall, Sam." She was through the door before he could stop her, before he could fully realize that she was walking away from him. He stared at the door for the longest time, hoping she'd change her mind and sniffling away the tears threatening his eyes.
He finally made it Philadelphia.
Sam couldn't wait until October to come back. The month seemed entirely too far from June so he did everything in his power to pass through Lima as often as he could, everything he could to show Mercedes that his feelings weren't going to subside. He switched jobs with other drivers, rerouted his trips, stayed up driving all night just to see her. After their third night together, she finally felt confident enough to give him her phone number and they called each other constantly after that, building their relationship though they remained miles away.
You're the desert sand, I'll be your water
And you're the perfect plan I never thought of
October came quickly for Sam; passing through Lima on what he didn't tell Mercedes was one of his last deliveries, he treated the trip just like any other. He was back in November too, much to Mercedes' surprise, looking for a job before finding one at a local shipping plant. Finally, he was back in December, behind the wheel of a truck and pulling off the road and up to Dee's Diner with a smile on his face. Mercedes was at her usual spot at the counter, leaning over it to read through a catalog, looking up to greet him with a blinding smile when she heard the bells of the door chime his arrival. Before she could come to him, he hopped the counter and wrapped his arms around her.
"Mercy," he said breathlessly, taken by the sight of her, wasting not a second before meeting her mouth with kiss.
She pinched his cheeks, and then glanced out to the small U-Haul truck he pulled up in, "All your stuff fit in that?"
"I don't really have too much. Besides since you're picking out new furniture, I sold everything else."
"Speaking of which," she said, tapping the catalog on the counter, "I think we should go for the mahogany bed frame, I don't think we'll be able to break that one." He hid his face in her neck, laughing as he remembered the broken headboard in the motel, the pissed off owner, and Mercedes' even more pissed off father when his friend relayed the story to her parents over Sunday dinner.
"We can try," he rumbled against her skin, hands moving down her body to rest on her behind.
"So what can I get for you, Sam?" She deepened her voice and darted her tongue out to lick his lips, "I'm sure you're starving."
Before Sam could answer, a stern-faced Mr. Jones cleared his throat from behind the two. Sam quickly jumped, released his hold on Mercedes and backing away until he was on the other side of the counter again.
"Just for the record," Mr. Jones began with a wag of his finger, "my daughter isn't on the menu when I'm around, son. Eyes up here. You'll get a damn burger and fries and you'll like it and no it doesn't come with a chocolate shake."
"Can I at least get some ice cream," Sam mumbled, as she watched Mercedes snickering silently behind her father.
"We're all out," he growled.
"Don't worry, I've got ice cream at home for you," Mercedes added. Mr. Jones didn't notice the way his daughter leaned over the counter, allowing Sam a view down the open buttons on her blouse. However, he sure heard the groan coming from Sam as he quirked a furious eyebrow in his direction.
Mr. Jones brushed past the young man and stomped toward the other end of the diner, grumbling as he walked away, "I don't know who he thinks he is, moving in with my daughter, wanting to eat up all my damn ice cream. Your burgers are not free, Evans!" He yelled with a shake of his fist before disappearing behind a door marked Employees Only.
I don't wanna do this on my own
and you shouldn't have to be alone
Sam was back in Philadelphia.
After their trip to Hershey, Mercedes wanted to see the historic city and soak up some of its renowned culture before they went back home and Sam, full of chocolate, happily drove all night until they reached the city. Checking them into a hotel and carrying his heavily sleeping girlfriend up to their room for the night. Laying her on the bed, he carefully removed her sundress before coming out of his own clothes and getting into bed with her. As soon as he settled, he thought to set the alarm clock so they could get an early start in the morning. He tried to move from the bed but Mercedes, cuddled closer to him.
"Sam," she whispered.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Please, stay."
He was glad to. He wrapped around her, forgetting the alarm and figuring he had no need to be in a rush. If they started their day in Philadelphia later, they would just make it back to Lima a little later and though he couldn't wait to be back in his own bed, as he held Mercedes, he knew he was already home.
I would rather be alone together
So maybe I came on a little strong with you all before with the talk of having my babies and being soul mates and whatnot. Let's start over: I'm asking you on a date, one where I will probably read and or write you smutty samcedes fanfiction. Are we doing this?
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