DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee! Don't sue me.

Sam walked into his house, feet heavy and his eyes barely open.

He was exhausted. It wasn't like he'd never worked double shifts before, but he'd never worked a double shift after staying up all night to finish a section of his graphic novel that wouldn't leave him the hell alone until it was written.

His wife had not been happy with him when she found him in the morning.

Bleary and ready for bed, Sam kicked off his boots by the front door and trudged down the hallway to the bedroom, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket. He was twenty-six, but he felt eighty at the moment.

Sam quietly opened the door to his bedroom and tiptoed inside. He shut the door behind him and turned around—his jacket falling down his arms, before he was accosted.

He hadn't expected to be shoved hard into the door and he definitely hadn't expected to feel his wife's lips press against his in a hungry kiss. That most certainly woke him up.

She dominated his movements—her lips moving against his at a brutal pace that has his lower region waking up to say hello. Sam tried to move his arms to wrap around her, but they were trapped by the jacket that rested against his lower back.

"Cede," he gasped when she broke the kiss and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck. His head fell back against the door when she sucked hard at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. "What's going on?"

Mercedes sucked hard at his skin one more time, before she gazed up at him.

"I'm showing you that you don't marry Mercedes Jones and then try to work yourself into an early grave," she said sharply. Sam winced. Yeah, she was pissed. "I know that you love your writing and I know that you love working with cars, but you can't keep pulling these all nighters and then working a double shift!"

She was beautiful when she was angry, but he could tell that she was really concerned about his health. It was a legitimate worry, but Mercedes didn't give him a chance to answer. She leaned in close and whispered, "Talkingto you about it doesn't work. So I guess I'll have to give you a reminder as to why you should take care of yourself."

Sam was extremely turned on by this side of her—dominant and possessive. She could get intense when she wanted to, and he sure as hell wasn't about to complain. He found himself tugged into another rough kiss, and Sam gave back as good as he got.

Their tongues tangled together in a show of possession and a battle of dominance. She liked it when he was dominant in bed, but there were times when Mercedes wanted to be the master and Sam had found no reason to object to it—especially not when her hands were all over him.

It was driving him crazy that he couldn't move his arms and touch her. Her body was his favorite thing to unwrap.

Mercedes broke the kiss and caught his bottom lip in between her teeth. Her eyes were dark with arousal as she sucked on it and nibbled in the most obscene manner. Sam's fingers clenched in the fabric of his jacket as she brushed another kiss against his swollen lips and he almost groaned when she moved from his mouth to his jaw.

She nibbled, sucked, licked, and kissed her way down his neck, before Sam felt her grip the v-neck of his white t-shirt and tug. He jerked when the material split, but he felt himself get hard immediately.

Mercedes gripped the torn halves of his t-shirt in her fists as she stood before him—clad in a lavender lace bra and panty set; her hair tumbled over her shoulders in waves. God, she was sexy. His wife was in complete control and she knew it. The sensuality she was giving off as she continued her path down his chest was overwhelming.

She kissed and bit at his skin—taking the time to suckle his hyper-sensitive nipples on her way down. Her mouth felt sinful as she traced the outline of his abs with her tongue. She let go of his ruined t-shirt and scratched her nails lightly against his skin as she made her way down to the waistband of his pants.

Mercedes got down on her knees and Sam looked down at her. Their eyes met as her hands grasped his waist. He watched in mute fascination as Mercedes used her fucking teeth—her damn teeth—to unzip his pants.

Sam groaned and bit his lip. How the fuck—? He was going to die, Sam decided when she pulled his jeans off of his hips and down to his thighs. She mouthed the fabric of his boxer briefs.

"Holy shit," Sam gasped as he stared at her. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes as she traced the outline of his erection through the material. He shuddered as the warmth of her tongue swept across his cloth-covered head.

"Mercedes," Sam rasped as she pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs down and freed him. The devious smile on her face was such a turn on that Sam had to swallow hard. It didn't stop him from twitching though.

"Shh, baby," she replied, "It's gonna be okay."

With that, she swallowed him whole and Sam couldn't speak. His whole mind went blank and his body tensed at the sudden pleasure that swept over his whole being. Her mouth was heavenly—warm, wet, and silky.

The sight of her lips around his cock was driving him even more insane than the feel of her sucking and licking—and holy shit. He felt her fingers dig into the muscle of his backside and Sam had to fight to hold his hips still.

His arms were still trapped behind his back in his jacket sleeves, but he didn't have the mental capacity to figure out how to free himself. Sam was practically incoherent as Mercedes sucked and pumped and licked.

His orgasm built quicker than ever as she manipulated him like a fine-tuned machine. She knew exactly how to set him off. It came from years of mind-blowing intimacy, and yet she could still surprise him with stuff like this after almost eight years together.

Mercedes pulled back and fastened her lips around his head, before blowing against his wet skin. Sam's back arched and he let out a loud groan. Her fingers dug into his skin even harder, and Sam wanted to tell her to stop or they wouldn't get to the actual sex.

He didn't get to open his mouth, because Mercedes swallowed him whole once again, but this time, she started humming the melody of his original song, "Beautiful Girl" and Sam fell over the edge with a suddenness that had him seeing stars.

He trembled against the door, his legs shaky as Mercedes moved back up to his face. She placed a smacking kiss on his mouth, before moving towards the bathroom. "I'm going to brush my teeth," she said nonchalantly—like she hadn't just sucked him off against the door of their bedroom. "I hope you remember exactly why you should take care of yourself and stay alive for a long ass time now."

He watched her hips sway until she disappeared into the bathroom. Sam slumped against the door—even more exhausted than before, but his mind was buzzing from post-orgasm bliss.

He remembered alright.

Sam would definitely be sleeping from now on. He was not a fan of being too tired to please his wife, and she did have a point. That's what he got for marrying a smart woman.

He'd have to make sure that she remembered how much he loved her in the morning.

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