They collapsed back onto the bed – their bed – with twin sighs of relief.

"We did it," Mercedes said, amazement and awe making her voice soft. Sam turned his head slightly so he could look at her. She was staring at the ceiling, maybe staring even beyond it at her dreams and her future. This had been the right choice for them. He was never more sure of it. "California."

He nudged her shoulder playfully. "LA, baby. Hollywood."

"Blue skies and fame, right?" She turned her head to smile at him, her chocolate eyes twinkling warmly, but he saw the slight reservation behind them. "Right?"

He rolled over on top of her, smiling when she automatically spread her legs to accommodate and cradle him. His kissed her adorable nose, her plump cheeks and lips, all the while whispering, "You're going to be amazing. We've already come this far. No turning back. We're only going up."

He sat up a bit and watched her eyes dart carefully back and forth between his, searching for confirmation or truth or whatever until she finally found what she was looking for and gave him a wide grin. "I love you, Sam."

"I love you, too, Mercedes." He kissed her again, covered her mouth with his and licked along its seams until he got permission to enter. He could almost taste the optimism on her tongue. This move had been the right decision for them. He just knew it. "This is real, baby."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Not a fantasy?"

"The only thing with fantasies is our sex life. And I'll even make those come true."

"Will you now?" she asked coyly, her eyes travelling slowly over his face. They deliberately traced over his mouth, so he deliberately licked his lips to feel her shiver.

"You know good and well that I will," he said gently, even as his body grew hot and rigid on top of hers. "That I have. We might as well have called the drive here the Mercedes Jones' Fantasy Ride Across America Tour."

"Fantasy Ride Acr– Shush you!" she giggled, slapping him on his shoulders lightly. He dipped his head and licked a line up her neck that changed her giggles into one long moan and had her gripping his shoulders tight.

"Don't act like you don't know," he chided into her skin. Her pushed his hands under the t-shirt she wore – his t-shirt, he noted with satisfaction – and lifted it up and over her head. Grinning down at her in her pretty, yellow polka dotted bra, he decided that that moment was a great moment to christen the bed… and maybe every other flat surface in the room. "Do you want me to show you?"

She bit her lips against an excited smile, but he could still see it. He kissed at her mouth until she revealed it. "Show me, Sam."

It never took him long to get her naked. She often complained about it only because she was usually the one stuck with the task of finding her clothes wherever they so haphazardly landed: lampshades, ceiling fans, behind Kurt's headboard that one time… So soon, she was naked and ready beneath him, wiggling and writhing against his own bare skin while he reminisced aloud about the Mercedes Jones' Fantasy Ride Across America Tour. "Do you remember that night we reached Chicago and you wanted to go out?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, too preoccupied with what his fingers were doing to her breasts to speak real words.

"And somehow you talked us into the VIP with no IDs – that's star power, baby," he chuckled. Then he had to chuckle again because of the way she was reacting to his light pinches. "Remember – Shit! You're tits are so pretty! – Remember how I fucked you against that speaker, baby? Right next to the DJ booth, where anyone could have seen us?"

"No one saw us!" she managed to get out just as he sucked her nipple up like a chocolate kiss. He stared up at her, smirking against her breast.

He pulled back and asked, "Are you sure about that?" He took the opportunity to climb back up her body and stick his tongue into the mouth gaping at him. She accepted the kiss with a soft whine that emanated from the back of her throat in a way that drove him crazy. "Remember when we went to that little grocery store and fucked in the bathroom? And then the owners were looking at us all crazy 'cuz you went and paid for the whipped cream and strawberries they never saw us get? I sucked your clit so good that night. Didn't I, baby?"

"Oh God, Sam yes!" She tossed her head back as his lips took a familiar path down her body and between her legs.

He spoke his next words against her inner thigh with a devious smile stretching his cheeks. "Remember that random Ludacris concert we went to when we met Puck in Vegas?"

"Yes!" she cried out when his fingers spread her open.

"Tell me what we did," he breathed against her wet pussy right before diving in.

"Oh God! Oh God! You – Sam! You – Ahh!"

He lifted his head slightly to prompt, "We were dancing and then what did we do?"

"I t-told you th-that I wanted you," she said slowly, watching him lick her off his damp lips with wide eyes. He began lowering his head again, so she added quickly, "And you put your hands in my jeans and-and – Ohhhh!"

He kept his eyes on the sight of his fingers sinking in and out of her, pumping her, and asked, "How about that time at the movie theater in – No! That time in that barn in Nebraska! You liked being on your hands and knees in there."

"Sam, please." Her voice came out in a frustrated growl. He could understand why. Her hips had become a machine of perpetual motion, rolling and lifting into his hands as if it was his fingering of her G-spot that gave her the energy to do so. He kept his fingers slow and curled them occasionally – he was almost surprised that there wasn't more bite in her voice.

"You wanna come?"

"Yes!" she gasped, so he climbed up the bed and around her, adjusting them until his back was against the headboard and her back was against his front. He threw her legs over either of his and spread both pairs apart in one swift movement. "Sam, yes," she approved when his hand reached for her weeping center. She let her head fall back against her shoulder and moaned prettily for him to fuck her with his fingers.

"You're my dirty girl, aren't you?" he whispered into her ear, nuzzling her soft lobe. Little hands shook as they searched for something, anything to clutch. Finally, they settled on his arm, grasping tighter at his bicep every time he twisted his hand the right way. "My perfect dirty girl. Who likes to get fucked in cars on the sides of highways." She hissed at the reminder and arched her body. "You like being in the backseat with all the windows all up. You like being fucked like that? Fogging up all the windows because my dirty girl couldn't wait to get to a hotel? Could you? Say you needed it."

"I needed it!" His fingers were working overtime and cramping the rest of his hand in the process. But it was worth it – it would be always worth the feel of her hard clit grinding against the heel of his hand or the sound her soaked pussy made when it sucked up his digits. "Sam, I need it!"

"I'll get you there, Mercedes," he muttered. He pressed a kiss against her ear before telling her in a low, fierce voice, "I'll make you come. I'll make you come until you scream and then I'm going to fuck you on the floor. You like that, naughty girl?" She did like it. The body twisting and shaking in his arms told him that she did, so he continued, "You gonna come on my fingers? Come on, baby. Say my name when you do it. What's my name, baby? What's my name? What's my name?"