November 2012

This was turning into one of the best Sunday mornings Mercedes had had in a long time. She knew she wasn't one to be craving sex on the regular, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't miss the couple of times she and Sam took a roll in the hay, along with some of his Aussie kisses. His wake-up call of kisses that led to his face now buried in between her legs roused her faster than she had expected.

She groaned, feeling herself get wet, but Sam was right here to lap up her juices like melting sherbet.

"S-Sam," she whined, accidentally clenching her thighs closer to his head.

Her head tilted back, digging into her pillow as she heard Sam gruffly ask, "What do you want, Baby?"

"You know, dammit," she groaned back, tightly grabbing a fistful of his blond crop. "Just do it—I can't take much more of this."

She saw Sam's head rise and as his face shone before hers, he licked his big lips and smirked at her. "Your wish—my command."

In no time, his lips stole hers, forcing her to taste her own juices while he eased himself into her, finding a slow, steady rhythm to start with. She moaned against his lips and arched her back off the bed while he pinned her hips down with his large hands. Her breath hitched upon his initial thrust but it didn't take long for to crave more from him.

"God I've missed you," Sam panted when his lips tore away from hers. As he opted to lower his face towards the groove of her neck, Mercedes locked her legs around his backside forcing him deeper into her.

Sam seemed happy to oblige, while also picking up his pace slightly. Mercedes had busied her hands all over his sculpted torso, but one good, hard thrust from Sam had her clawing her fingers into his skin.

"Was that good, Baby?" he asked, to which she moaned back, "Yes," a few times. No, nothing was quite like this kind of pleasure Sam gave.

"S-Sam I'm gonna…" She started to say. She had been so wrapped up in the goodness of their sex—the agonizing yet pleasing knot the was quivering in her stomach and the desire her lower folds had to keep Sam inside—that she hadn't heard the front door open, nor had she been attentive to the low murmurs that followed.

"And this is 'Cedes and Sam's room but I think they're still sl—" Puck started to say, twisting the knob and pushing their door open.

"Oh my God!" Mercedes screamed as they both came.

"OH MY GOD!" hollered Puck, slamming their door shut again.

Mercedes gasped; Sam froze, mid-thrust, looking right at the door. Startled and panicked, she pushed at Sam's chest to get him off while whispering, "Do you think he saw us?"

Sam looked down at her with the obvious answer already in his eyes. She snatched at the covers once Sam pulled out and collapsed beside her. "Oh my God—this is so embarrassing!"

"Psh, yeah but I say that's what he gets."

Mercedes flipped back the covers from her face, greeting Sam with scrunched up features. "Why?"

She watched Sam's bare shoulders rise and fall, "He took your car, and the door was closed—he shoulda knocked first or something."

"Who's out there with him?" Mercedes whispered, ignoring his answers to her previous question.

"Who knows? I'm sure whatever chick he's brought back has probably received some secondhand scarring though."

"Shh!" she urged, swapping for him to stop chuckling at his own joke.

Mercedes leaned her head off the bed and towards the door to try and see if it was a familiar voice. Of the "clients" Puck would go and hang out with at the clubs and bars, he had only brought one girl back to the apartment in the three months they had been living there. Her name was Shannon or Sharon—Mercedes couldn't remember, but she knew she wasn't someone that Puck was going to bring around frequently, and he hadn't. The one time Puck introduced them to each other was the last time; Mercedes was shamelessly cold, and later condemned Puck for it, as she was under the impression he'd reignited a flame with…

"Quinn!" her eyes bulged.

"What?"

"It's Quinn, Sam!" she smacked his arm repeatedly at the realization. "He brought Quinn here!"

"Are you glad about that? Stop hitting me!"

"Sorry," she bit her lip for a moment. "And um..I am but I'm not."

She expected the confused look she promptly received from Sam but shook her head and waved it off, "Forget I said it. We should probably throw some clothes on and try and make sure we didn't drive Puck into gauging his eyes out or something."

"Trust me, that is not an image he's gonna get out of his mind so easily. This one time when I was living with Finn and Kurt, I nearly walked in on—"

Mercedes' hands flew over his mouth, "Please—for the sake of not making me further forget how amazing this morning started…please don't finish that sentence with Finn and Rachel, or Kurt and Blaine. Or even Burt and Carole for that matter. Okay?"

Sam nodded from behind her hands and when she cautiously lowered the two away, Sam was smirking at her. "So you still had an amazing morning?"

She instantly smiled back, "Damn straight. I wish it could've lasted a little longer but…next time we'll invest in a lock first." She winked flirtatiously at him, gave his lips a quick peck and reluctantly rolled out of the bed to find an outfit to throw on. Facing the music with Puck and Quinn was going to be plenty embarrassing, but she let her mind cling onto glorious fresh memories that occurred up until a moment ago.

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