Hello lovely readers! Here's a new update, with a fairly long chapter for you to enjoy. There's a little Samcedes lovin in this chapter for those who enjoy that sort of thing lol, and of course some suspense.

And that you to all that have reviewed and put this story on your alert list. It means a lot. Enjoy!

"Wakey, wakey, sweetheart!" A deep male voice echoed through the young woman's ears. Her head was pounding, sending jolts of pain from the front of her head to the back of her neck. Slowly opening her eyes and blinking away the blurriness, panic set in when she realized she was in an unfamiliar place. Her hands and feet were bound, and duct tape covered her mouth. Her eyes widened as she frantically scanned the dim room. There was very little light, the only source being the lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling. She tried to sit up better on the hard, concrete floor, wincing as her bruised shoulder rubbed against the wall.

The sound of heavy footsteps beating against the concrete came closer before her assailant came into view. Her breathing picked up as the drumming of her heart beat violently against her chest. All the events that happened within the last twenty-four hours rapidly came back to her. She had been walking to her friend's house when someone grabbed her from behind. The mace that she always carried around hadn't been much use as she was unable to get to it with her keys in her bag. It all happened so fast. That's the last thing she remembered. After that everything was foggy. The man squatted down in front of her, reaching up a hand to remove her hair from her face. She flinched as he did so.

"Now, now sweetheart, don't pull away from me. I'm just tryin' to help." He placed her hair behind her ear eerily gentle, and a shudder went through her body in reaction. He stared at her for several uncomfortable minutes. Her dark brown skin was as smooth as silk, and her eyes reminded him of the golden brown leaves that fell every Autumn in New York. Her hair was in it's natural curly state, her nose the perfect shape, and her lips...those perfectly plump lips. "I'm gonna remove the tape, but if you scream, I'll have to put it back on, understand."

The young woman nodded slowly. He raised his hand again. His calloused fingers brushing across her cheek, briefly, before removing the black tape from her mouth. She licked her dry lips, swallowing the lump in her throat. He smiled at her, and once upon a time, she would probably have fallen for that smile if it were under different circumstances.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" She didn't know whether to answer or just keep quiet. "I asked you a question!" He raised his voice causing her to flinch once again. Tears sprang to her eyes at his sudden change in tone.

"Y-yes" She stuttered out.

His demeanor changed back to charming at her response. Of course she knew how beautiful she was. He'd been watching her for months. With her boyfriend, and all her friends. She was beautiful and well loved. Yet, everyday, she teased him with the way she dressed, her laugh and smile. It was never for him though. Always for her friends or her damn boyfriend.

"Of course you do." He untied her ankles and stood up before helping her up, and leading her to one of the doors that opened to a small room with a bed. He motioned for her to sit on the bed, and she hesitated for a second before complying. He sat down next to her. Her heart was beating even faster than before as the unfallen tears started raining down her face. She knew what was bound to happen next, so she mentally prepared herself for the worst.

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Sam sighed in frustration, running his hand through his short, blonde locks. He had been sitting at his desk going through Sarah Martinez's file once again. He and Mike had questioned everyone who'd been at the diner that night she was last seen alive. The cook, Jay, the owner, and another waitress had all seen her leave like normal. Jay had offered to walk with her the few blocks, but she'd insisted she'd be fine walking by herself according to the three. There was also one lone customer there that night when she left. A guy around Sam and Mike's age, late twenties maybe early thirties. He'd paid with cash, stayed about twenty minutes after Sarah left, then left the diner as well.

For the past couple hours, the duo had been trying to figure out who the guy was. Abigail, the other waitress, said he wore a baseball cap covering most of his hair, but she was pretty sure it was brown, he was around six feet and muscular. The one thing that stood out to her were his eyes. They were a 'light, piercing blue' she told them. And he was handsome and charming. Hell they're always charming.

Though her physical description of the guy basically described half the men in New York. Aside from the eye color, she'd just described Hunter for goodness sake! Sam didn't know where else to start, he was getting a headache, and, though he didn't want to admit it, his back was starting to hurt as well.

He stood from his desk chair, stretching before making his way across the hall to the break room, grabbing a cup of coffee and a bottle of ice cold water. Moving back to his desk, he pulled out a small bottle of aspirin, opening it, and pouring two in his hand before popping them in his mouth using the water to chase them down.

"You okay, bro?" Hunter's voice came from behind just before he leaned against the blonde man's desk. He crossed his arms giving his cousin a questioning look.

"I'm fine Hunt." Sam replied, taking another large gulp of water, finishing off the bottle. "You don't have to keep watching me. You're not my keeper you know."

The dark haired man let out a puff of air. "Well, according to our grandmother I am. Besides, you're my little cousin, so it's instinct to look out for you anyway."

Sam leaned back in his chair rolling his eyes. "Dude, we're the same age. You're only two months older than me."

"I'm still older." Hunter stated with a shrug. He started fiddling with supplies on Sam's desk, and the other man sighed again, slightly annoyed.

"Did you need something, Hunt, or did you just come over here to annoy the hell out of me?"

Hunter raised a dark brow, stopping his shuffling of the sticky notes he had in his hands. "Someone's pissy today."

Sam closed his eyes, running a hand over his face and through his hair. "Sorry, I just have a headache, and I'm waiting for the aspirin I just took to kick in."

The other man nodded in understanding, placing the sticky notes back where he found them. "I actually came to see if you wanted to grab lunch. Mike too, where is he?" The desk to the left of Sam's belonged to Mike and was currently unoccupied.

"He's downstairs in the Medical Examiner's office talking to Santana about our victim." Sam readjusted himself in his chair, rolling his shoulders back trying to get comfortable. He tensed up for a second as a dull pain went up his back. Hunter watched him for a minute before speaking again.

"You and Cede having a dry spell or something?" The blonde's head snapped in his direction, but Sam soon regretted the sudden movement as it sent more tension down his spine. Clenching his jaw, he eyed Hunter.

"The fuck Hunt? No we're not having a dry spell. Why the hell would you even ask that?" The truth was, he and Mercedes hadn't had sex in a week. It wasn't intentional, but with Mercedes working mostly night shifts, and Sam back on active duty with this new case, they hadn't had much time to see each other for more than a quick hi and kiss goodbye.

Hunter shrugged again raising his hands in surrender. "Just wondering...she may be able to knock the kinks out though. Might wanna make time for that."

"Shut the fuck up, Hunt."

"I'm just saying...do you speak Italian when you guys fuck?" Sam huffed in response. He truly loved his cousin, but there were times when he wanted to kill him. This was certainly one of those times. "You don't have to say anything. I already know the answer. It's a De Luca thing. Ladies love it though. Something about romance languages and shit."

The other man shook his head. Before anything more could be said, they were interrupted by Tina and Mercedes coming up to them with bags of food in their hands. The girls greeted them with bright smiles.

"Ciao bellas! To what do we owe this pleasure?" Hunter greeted, standing to his full height. Sam did the same. The medicine had kicked in, numbing the pain in his head and back. He leaned forward, giving his girl a chast kiss, and a hey to Tina.

"We came to see if you guys wanted to have lunch. We brought enough food for everyone, including you Hunt." Tina explained as she and Mercedes placed two brown paper bags from Dante's Bistro atop Sam's desk. At the mention of food, Hunter smiled moving to stand between the two women, placing an arm around each of their shoulders.

"Ragazze mie, vi ho mai detto che siete le mie preferite?" Both girls smiled understanding the familiar phrase, each wrapping an arm around the dark haired man. As if on queue, Mike and Santana rounded the corner joining the group.

"Alright, Scooby-Doo Gang, what's for lunch cuz I'm starving." The Latina inquired, shuffling through the bags and finding the take out box with her name on it. Mike kissed his girlfriend in greeting before suggesting they all go to the park across the street for lunch. They all agreed, grabbing their food and drinks before making their way outside.

Sam and Mercedes fell back a small distance from the group, their laced hands swinging between them. Sam stopped suddenly, causing Mercedes to do the same, and turn to him with a questioning look.

"You okay, babe? I figured you'd be home asleep after working all night." Slight concern was etched in his voice, but Mercedes sent a smile his way.

"I'm good Sam. I did have two Red Bulls during my shift, so I'm gonna be up for a few more hours." She confessed, wrapping her arms around his waist. "And I've missed you this past week." The last part was spoken just above a whisper.

Mercedes hadn't slept much all week, unbeknownst to Sam. Working night shifts, she was fine knowing he was safe at home. However, when she was home during the day, and he was working, worry would set in. She'd probably get three to four hours of sleep, and find other things to do to keep busy before she had to get ready for work again. By the time she was ready for work, Sam would be making his way in. They'd have maybe ten minutes before she had to leave.

Sam wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her to his chest, and placing a kiss in her hair. "I've missed you too, mi amore."

"Yo, Froggy Lips and Aretha! You two better get over here if you're hungry, or I will eat your food and enjoy every last bite! The Latina yelled from across the street where the four friends posted up at one of the picnic tables. The couple shook their heads, kissing once more before heading across the street hand in hand.

The six had been eating and talking about Karaoke night and Brittany's birthday celebration coming up. They all needed a night off filled with friends and fun to unwind.

Mercedes eyed her cousin-in-law sitting across from her as a thought came to her, and she smiled before speaking. "Hunter, are you seeing anyone?"

The man in question looked up, meeting her eyes with lifted brows. "I'm seeing a lot of someone's, sweetheart. You trying to add another to my list?" Hunter sat forward, folding his hands together, giving Mercedes his full attention. She inwardly rolled her eyes at his words.

"Well...I have this new friend." She started, and Hunter motioned for her to go on. "She's really pretty and sweet, and her name is Sugar-"

"What the hell kinda name is Sugar? She a stripper or something?" The other four laughed as similar questions popped in their heads. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at all of them, turning back to the man in front of her.

No, she's not a stripper. She's a nurse, and she goes by her middle name. Her first name is Alexandra." Hunter nodded, looking down at the table and tapping his fingers. Sam, Tina, Mike and Santana had started talking amongst themselves leaving Mercedes and Hunter to their own conversation.

"Last time you set me up with someone, Cede, I got my heart broken. I'm not blaming you for what happened between Quinn and I. She didn't want a commitment, and I came to terms with that."

Mercedes' face softened, giving her friend a small smile. Her old friend had certainly done a number on him. Hunter hadn't attempted a real relationship since Quinn Fabray left him, saying she wanted to travel the world, and didn't want to be tied down. That had been over two years ago. Every now and then, Mercedes would get a postcard from the other woman. Belize, Brazil, Cameroon, she'd even gone to Italy, sending pictures of what she'd seen and done. Which was kind of a low blow after Hunter declared he'd take her there some day.

Mercedes just wanted to see him happy with a woman who'd appreciate him. "I won't push it, but I do think you guys would hit it off. She's coming with us to Karaoke Dokie tonight." She informed. Hunter pretended to think about it before responding.

"Fine, I'll give it a shot. Still don't know why anyone would go by the name Sugar, willingly, but you did say she's pretty, and you should know. Birds of a feather and all." He smirked and Mercedes smiled, clapping her hands excitedly.

"Don't taint this chic with your horrible personality John Wick. You may be easy on the eyes, but we all know you're secretly psycho and a member of the Mafia." Santana chimed in. Hunter gave her the finger, getting up from his seat without another word.

"Wait, I thought John Wick was part of the Russian Mafia." Tina whispered to her boyfriend slightly confused. Mike huffed, smiling and placing an arm around her. He kissed her cheek before confirming she was right. The couple stood up following Hunter's lead to head back to the precinct. Tina went on about how Santana's insult didn't make much sense if he wasn't in the Russian Mafia. Santana explained that her insults didn't always need to make sense as long as people got offended, which nine times out of ten they did. Mercedes and Sam followed rising from their seats.

"Those are your friends." She stated, and the blonde laughed, shaking his head as they made their way back to the building hand in hand.

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Six hours later, Sam had made his way to his and Mercedes' shared apartment. His back was tense again, and was ready for the hottest shower he could muster before they headed out for Karaoke Night. Sam opened the front door to the apartment, smiling to himself as he heard Beyonce's Sorry blasting through the speakers with his girl singing along. He followed her voice to their bedroom, leaning against the door frame and watching her as she sat at her vanity doing her makeup. Mercedes' eyes met his in the mirror, and her smile brightened.

"Hey baby! I didn't hear you come in." She turned the music down a bit as the song changed. Sam stood there for a few more seconds and then walked over, standing behind her chair. He bent down, placing a kiss to her hair before resting his chin on top of her head, and looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked quietly. Mercedes' eyes sparkled at the question.

"How could I not when you tell me everyday."

"Well it's true, mi amore. I cannot tell a lie." Sam spoke in his best impression of George Washington, getting a giggle out of his girl. He kissed her once more. "That's all I ever want is to hear you laugh and see you smile."

Mercedes continued to fix her makeup as the blonde moved to the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the shower as hot as he could take it. Steam quickly filled the small room as he stripped out of his work clothes and stepped in the shower.

Sam stood fully under the water, letting it cascade through his hair and down his toned body. He felt his muscles start to relax from the water and heat and let out a heavy sigh. He stood under the water for a few more minutes as the tension left his back before washing his hair and body clean.

Sam finished, stepping out of the shower, drying off, running a towel through his wet hair, and wrapping one around his waist. Stepping out of the steam filled room, he went back to the bedroom to their closet, grabbing a pair of dark wash jeans and a black v-neck. He finished getting ready, dressing and running the blow dryer through his hair. Checking himself out in the full length mirror, satisfied with his look for the night, he met his girl in the living room letting out a low whistle at the sight of her.

"Damn ma, where you goin' lookin' that sexy?" Mercedes smiled, twirling around in her black high heeled boots, black skinny jeans and cream colored lantern sleeve babydoll top. Her blunt cut lace front wig accentuated her cheekbones, and her makeup was flawless with a nude lip. Her only jewelry for the night was her ring and the rose gold diamond earrings Sam had gotten her for her last birthday.

"You like?"

"I love." He confirmed, twirling her once more and bringing her to his chest. Sam started humming Ne-Yo's Sexy Love swaying to the beat. The couple danced together for a minute, pulling apart when Mercedes' phone rang. She quickly picked it up, answering. He could hear Santana on the other end asking where they were. Mercedes finished talking to the other woman, grabbing her purse and jacket, and Sam grabbed his things before the two headed out.

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Karaoke Dokie was a nice upscale karaoke bar, despite the name. There was a large bar in the back with slick, black granite countertops, black and white alternating barstools, and a grand glass display of all the alcohol that they offered. There were high top tables with the same black granite tabletops and white chairs and a few white booths against the walls. At the front was the large stage with white and blue stage lights, speakers on each side, and a couple mic stands in the center. The TV monitors hung from the ceiling a distance in front of the stage to display the song lyrics.

Sam and Mercedes made their way into the bar with the large crowd that was typical for the monthly karaoke contest. Spotting their friends, Mercedes led with Sam following as his hand rested at the small of her back. Kurt and Tina smiled waving them over. Blaine, Mike, Tina and Kurt sat at one of the large booths with drinks in hand.

"About time you two got here. The contest is about to start, and Tina and I were waiting on you so we could pick a song to do together." Kurt stated, hugging Mercedes and grabbing her hand tugging her in the direction of the song selection to go sign up.

"Can you order the usual babe?" The blonde man nodded, heading to the bar for their drinks and much needed food since he'd skipped dinner. Mercedes, Kurt and Tina discussed which song they would sing while walking to the front. Brittany, Santana, Sugar and Sebastian were scrolling through songs on one of the large iPads that were set up. The trio moved to one unoccupied scrolling through choices. "Hey Sugar, glad you came girly!"

The two hugged in greeting as well as her and Sabastian. They all went through and selected the songs they were going to sing before signing up with their group names for said songs.

"Alright ladies, we've gotta make this performance sexy. Leave the crowd wanting more." Kurt pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder causing Tina and Mercedes to roll their eyes good natured. "I mean we're always sexy, even when we're in our work uniforms, but tonight we've gotta make this, in the words of Queen B, flawless." The trio did their signature handshake then made their way back to their table, joining the rest of the group. Mercedes pulled Sugar to the side.

"I have someone I want you to meet."

"Another someone, I thought I'd met all your friends already."

"Well he's my cousin. Cousin-in-law technically, or he will be once Sam and I get married." Mercedes waved off the technicality of things as she continued. "His name's Hunter and he's a little rough around the edges, but once you get to know him, he's really sweet." Sugar huffed, she did not come out tonight to be set up with some strange guy.

"Cede, I don't know about this." The petite woman crossed her arms looking down at her red heels." My last boyfriend and I had a really horrible breakup, and I don't know if I'm ready to 'meet someone.'" Mercedes pulled the smaller girl to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist. She advised she wouldn't push it, and just let nature take its course.

Before long, everybody was working on their second or third drink, and some horrible singing had occurred before their friend group started performing. Brittany was up first, wanting to perform solo for the night. Her rendition of Britney Spears' Gimme More had the crowd hyped with a chorus of catcalls and whistling as she danced and sang. Santana was the loudest announcing to everyone that was her girlfriend up there. The blonde took a bow when she was finished, saying a quick thank you to New York before making her way back to her seat and kissing her girlfriend.

Sebastian, Santana and Sugar performed Ed Sheeran's South of the Border, and though Sugar wasn't any good at singing, she was actually a pretty decent rapper to everyone's surprise. Everyone sang and danced along giving a large round of applause when they finished, and Santana gave the new girl a pat on the shoulder after making it back to the table.

"I'm impressed Zooey Deschanel. You may not be able to sing for shit, but your rapping didn't make me want to shoot you, so I'll let you stick around."

The group was silent for a minute,shocked at Santana's choice of words. The latina quickly realized she shouldn't have said what she did, slumping in her seat and crossing her arms. She looked at her friend, silently apologizing. Sam shrugged, giving her a small smile. He'd been shot, there was not changing that, but he wasn't the first guy to get shot, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. Sam was just grateful to be alive. With everybody either staring at him or avoiding him completely, he decided to break the silence.

"How 'bout another round of drinks on me?" He stood up, but Mercedes grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving.

"Sam-"

"I'm fine babe, really." He looked at his friends, sighing at the change in mood. Another tone deaf person was singing in the background. "Come on guys, lighten up! It was a joke. Santana didn't mean anything by it, and I'm good! Plus I'm offering to buy you all drinks, so you better take me up on my offer before I change my mind."

"Hell, I never pass up a free drink." Sebastian spoke up. "I'll take another Jack and Coke." The rest of the group took that as their queue. Sam got all their drink orders before heading to the bar. Finding a clear spot on the counter, he leaned against the jet black granite, waiting for one of the bartenders to acknowledge him. Mike came up beside him sticking his hands in the pockets of his jeans. The two stood there for a minute in silence amongst themselves, the chattering from the other patrons going unnoticed.

"I'm fine Mike."

The bartender came up getting the drink orders and starting on the cocktails. Mike turned, leaning his back against the edge of the counter, and looking at his best friend.

"You've been saying that a lot you know." Sam started to speak, and Mike held up a hand to stop him. "I know there are people you have to be strong for. Mercedes, Stacy, your mom, the list goes on, but I want you to know that I'm always here if you want to talk. You're my brother, and I know I don't say it all the time, but it goes unspoken that I care about you. You complete me." Mike drew a heart in the air getting a chuckle from the blonde.

"You're crazy, you know that?"

"Crazy about you!" The darker man joked, putting the other man in a headlock. Sam let out another laugh, pushing Mike off of him. They straightened up just as the bartender brought their drinks on two trays. Each man grabbed a tray, heading back to the group. They passed out the drinks and sat back down just as the MC called the Italian Stallionz to the stage. Hunter stood up from his seat patting his cousin's shoulder.

"Come on Sammy Boy, I sighed us up to sing that stupid Jonas Brothers song you like so much, Lollipop or whatever."

The girls, including Kurt all laughed as Sam got up following Hunter to the stage.

Mercedes hollered and clapped the loudest when the song was over. The duo stepped off the stage. Mercedes met Sam halfway giving him a hug and a kiss. "That was pretty sexy, you swaggering across the stage like that." She brushed her fingers along the lower part of his stomach just above his belted jeans. Sam raised a brow watching her as she swept her small hand across his stomach once more. His girl was definitely tipsy. He watched the sway of her backside as she sauntered to the stage. The trio was up next.

Mercedes turned with mic in hand, winking at her man as the music started. She began to sing the chorus to Camila Cabello's Havana. The trio danced taking turns singing lead. Sam's eyes stayed on her the entire time watching the sway of her hips. He hadn't even realized the song was over until the cheers of the crowd broke him out of his lust filled thoughts. She moved back to the spot in front of him, standing there with a smile playing on her lips, and looked up at him with glossy eyes.

"How 'bout we call it a night. I wanna go home and spend time with just you." Mercedes tugged at the hem of his shirt, and Sam got the hint. He quickly nodded, interlocking their hands and heading back to the table. Sam downed the rest of his drink, putting on his jacket and saying a quick goodbye to their friends. Mercedes grabbed her things, giggling as her fiancé gently pulled her along.

In a dark corner of the bar sat a man, with dark hair and enticing blue eyes,watching the group of friends. "So beautiful" he whispered, taking a swig of his drink. The burn from the alcohol swimming down his utterly satisfying.

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They were barely in the door of their apartment when Sam gently pushed Mercedes up against the wall capturing her lips with his. His hands rested on her waist, holding her in place as she ran her small hands along his biceps. Mercedes ran her tongue over his bottom lip, silently asking for entrance to which he happily granted. The kisses turned slightly more heated as they competed for dominance.

Sam tasted of mint and a hint of Cognac from his drinks earlier, and his scent of ember and pine intoxicated her, making the buzz she had going even more potent. He did that thing with his tongue, that she loved so much, but could never figure out how he did it just that he was damn good at it. She moaned in response, and Sam pressed his body firmly against hers, letting Mercedes feel the effect she had on him. When air became necessary, they separated with Sam moving to lick and nibble at the spot just below the tattoo she had of his initials S.A.E in perfect cursive.

"Oh Sammy" Her hands moved to his hair, running her fingers through his short, blonde locks. He let out a moan of his own at the nickname. Sam loved it when she called him that. In one swift motion, his hands moved down her ass to the back of her thighs hoisting her up. Mercedes wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her heat into him. However, she quickly stopped, thinking about his injury. "Baby, your back." It came out breathy and uncontrolled as Sam continued his assault on her neck. His brain took a few seconds to process what she'd said before responding.

"I'm good, bella. Lo prometto." Fuck he was so damn sexy when he spoke Italian. Her mind went foggy, and she forgot what she'd said to begin with. Sam kissed down her jaw, making his way back to her lips. "Ho bisogno di te adesso." He whispered against her lips.

"I need you too." Mercedes closed the small distance between them, kissing him nice and slow, getting another moan out of him. Sam moved them away from the wall, carrying her to their bedroom on autopilot.

Once his knees hit the bed, he laid her down, laying on top and grinding his manhood into her warm, wet center. "You've got too many clothes on." Mercedes peppered kisses down his jawline and neck as his hands went to work getting her jeans undone. Soon clothes were tossed across the room and skin made contact with skin.

Sam hovered over his girl, looking down at her with love radiating off of him in waves. He'd never understand how he got so lucky as to have her as his.

"Sei così bella mi amore." Dark green locked with brown as he entered her. They moaned in unison at the feel of each other. They stayed like that for a minute, unmoving just enjoying the feel of each other until Mercedes signaled she wanted more with a swirl of her hips. Sam laced their fingers together as he started moving,getting a steady rhythm going, pressing sweet kisses in the crook of her neck only going faster when she whispered for him to.

"Oh god,Sammy!" He knew he'd that special spot when she screamed his name. He repeated the motio, making her moan even louder as their bodies rocked together.

"Ti piace quella bella?"

"Y-yes" Her voice was strained as pleasure rippled through her body. Needing to touch him, Mercedes disconnected their hands, bringing one to roam along the muscles in Sam's back and the other cradling his head.

"Dillo in Italiano mi amore."

Mercedes was having a hard time processing as Sam continued to hit her spot over and over again. "Sì" she breathed out, placing a trail of kisses down his neck and along his collar bone just above his tattoo of her name. After that, the blonde's strokes became more frantic, pumping into her a few more times before the couple climaxed in unison moaning each other's names.

Sam relaxed, spent, and rested on top of his girl being careful not to crush her. Mercedes held him there as they both walked themselves to get control of their breathing again. She placed a kiss on his temple murmuring I love you softly.

Minutes later, they separated long enough to get under the covers. Sam laid on his back and Mercedes cuddled up to him placing her head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist lazily. It was quiet for a while, and the blonde's eyelids were getting heavier by the second, until her voice filled the space.

"God, I love it when you fuck me in Italian." That did it, his girl rarely used the f word, so Sam knew she was still a little buzzed. He let out a deep belly laugh that echoed through Mercedes' ear that was pressed up against him. She smiled, lifting her head to look at her man. He was so beautiful, and she was grateful he was blessed to be alive and here in this moment with her. "And I love hearing you laugh. It's music to my ears."

Sam's laughing subsided, and he noticed the glisten in her beautiful brown eyes. A tightness grew in his chest and he raised a hand, cupping her cheek and thumbing away the lone tear that fell. "It's gonna be okay, baby. I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

Mercedes nodded, turning to kiss the palm of his hand, and placing another kiss over his heart before resting her head on his chest again. She wrapped her arm around him a little tighter, letting the rhythm of his beating heart lull her to sleep.

So, tell me what you think. What's the deal with blue eyed guy? Anyone think they have a hint to what's going on?

Also, I feel like I suck at writing sex scenes, so sorry if it actually did suck lol. Oh and I don't speak Italian, Google translate is my friend.