Hello everyone! Thank you all for the reviews and alerts and favorites your feedback is ALWAYS appreciated! I've read SO MANY samcedes stories and I'm happy I get to be around all of those who ship this awesome pairing.
So, since I was in a legitimately deep funk after watching tonight's episode of Glee and going through a serious Samcedes withdrawal (like seriously, come on, not even a hug or kiss or anything? smdh), I decided I would put this chapter up tonight. I don't think I got to comb over it as well as I did the first one so please forgive any mistakes I missed.
As always, I claim no ownership of anything except for the words arranged on this page.
Also, this chapter is kind of LONG so please bear with me. I thought about splitting it into two but I didn't want to leave anyone hanging so take a bathroom break before you plunge in ;P
Enjoy!
The week went by entirely too fast for Mercedes' liking. She closed her eyes on Sunday night and when she opened them again it was extremely early Saturday morning and she was yawning and straightening her hair while Kurt enthusiastically re-folded and neatly stuffed her clothes into her suitcase. Santana plodded into her room and dropped herself on Mercedes' freshly made bed burying herself in a sea of purple pillows.
While Mercedes showered, Kurt had made her bed, brought her the coffee she now sipped as she attempted to ready herself, pulled her already packed suitcase onto her bed and began unpacking and repacking all of her things. He had done the same for Santana after rolling her out of bed and pushing her into the bathroom. Kurt went to bed very early the night before skipping out on their usual twice a month Friday night tradition of wii games and alcoholic fruit smoothies. The girls ignored his warnings and didn't crawl into their beds until well after midnight and when their alarms went off at 4:30 AM they were none too pleased. Kurt, filled with the energy of a full night's rest, was more than happy to pick up their slack. He made lists of everything each of them needed and checked off his list with dramatic pen swipes as he readied their bags.
"Do you really have to repack our stuff?" Santana asked, her head buried in Mercedes' pillows.
"I do," Kurt said while rolling up a pair of jeans. "We are not going through what we went through when we went to the Hamptons. I'm not packing enough underwear for the both of us Tana," he said, almost breaking into a laugh half way through the statement. Mercedes and Santana had to laugh as they each remembered Santana walking around their hotel room in her bra and Kurt's briefs.
"If my red friend wasn't in town I wouldn't have needed your undies Kurtiekins but you have to admit I looked good in your tightie whities," Santana said turning over and continuing to laugh. Mercedes was in a full-blown chuckle until Kurt's voice stopped her laughter.
"I don't know what's so funny over there, Missy," he said tossing a pair of socks in her direction. "I'm packing Tana's bags so I won't have to burn any more of my underwear but I'm packing yours so I won't have to worry about you guilting me into letting you use one of my favorite scarves to wrap your hair up. If I make sure you two have all of your things, I get to keep all of my things," he said with a smirk before returning to his packing duties.
Once the girls were ready, Kurt forced a breakfast bar into each of their hands and guided them out of the door and to the cab waiting downstairs.
Santana led the way through the train station and soon they were checked in and waiting in line to board the train. As more people crowded around they became separated from one another and Mercedes found herself walking through a narrow hallway on the heels of a stranger counting the numbers on the doors until she reached cabin 26. She unlocked the door and attempted to drag all of her things inside. The wheels of her suitcase got stuck in the door and she tugged at it attempting to pull it through. She failed in her attempt and succeeded in making her makeup bag tumble over and into the path of a young steward who skillfully averted his step and avoided tripping over the bag.
"Let me help you with that Ma'am," he said while picking up the bottom end of her suitcase and pushing it gently into the door. He then bent and picked up her makeup bag and held it out to her with a smile saying, "I believe this is also yours."
"Thank you so much...Matthew," Mercedes said after spotting the polished silver nametag pinned to the chest of his deep red uniform. She reached for the bottom of the bag, her fingers brushing his briefly as he placed it completely in her hands. He continued to smile at her as she sat the bag down on top of her suitcase.
"If you need anything else Mrs..."
"Jones - Mercedes Jones - Miss Mercedes Jones," she quickly interjected.
"If you need anything else, Miss Mercedes Jones," he said slowly, almost seductively, "please don't hesitate to ask."
She nodded barely able to process the beautiful brown-eyed stranger flirting openly with her and unwittingly began focusing on what she thought he might look like under the well cut uniform. His arms were probably strong, she thought, from hours of lifting suitcase after suitcase into room after room every day. He was obviously agile if the way he avoided Mercedes' fallen bag was any sign of that. Those hands of his were also large and moved quickly with purpose.
He backed out of her doorway with one final smile in her direction and Mercedes leaned out of the doorway to watch him walk swiftly down the hall past the other passengers stopping every few feet to help with one thing or another. She was able to watch him for a good couple of minutes before he spotted her from down the hall. He gave her a wave and she ducked back into her room and closed the door behind her, embarrassed to have been caught ogling the stranger. This was going to be a long trip. All Mercedes could do is try to keep busy and ignore her hormones attempting to torture her every time she let her guard down.
Mercedes unpacked quickly hanging a few things in the closet she was to share with Kurt and placing her shoes in the bottom of it. She put her toiletries in the bathroom and neatly placed her underwear and pajamas in the bottom drawer of the small end table beside her bed. She was on her knees pushing her mostly empty suitcase under her bed when she heard someone unlocking the door. She looked up to find Sam with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a huge grin on his face.
"Cedes!" He yelled, dropping the bag and pulling her to her feet into a bear hug. He buried his face into her neck and wrapped his arms around her middle. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his body against hers. She hadn't spent time with Sam in a long time and had forgotten how affectionate he could be. She remembered meeting him in college and recalled how quickly their greetings evolved from waves to side hugs and finally to full-blown hugs and kisses whenever they ran into each other on campus. Now, she was thankful that the hugs no longer included her feet flying from the ground as Sam swung her excitedly.
Sam finally pulled away from Mercedes and looked into her eyes his grin even larger than before. She knew what was coming next. He bent and kissed her softly on her left cheek then her right giving her a raspberry on her cheek before letting her go.
"How are you?" He asked throwing his bag onto his bed.
"Great," Mercedes said as she watched him plop down onto the bed next to his bag. "How have you been?"
"I'm good now," he said with a wink. "Really ready for this vacation, you know?˝ He leaned back on the bed until he came into contact with the wall. Mercedes sat down on her bed and the two continued to talk relaying what each of them had been up to. Mercedes informed Sam that she had been put in charge of doing a complete inventory and overhaul of the library's music section and made director of all music related programming. Sam in turn told Mercedes about the advertising campaign he was working on and how he was tasked with what he thought to be the impossible job of coming up with a "sexy" and "edgy" ad for a new stool softener.
In the middle of a giggle fit while Sam went through the worst ideas he had come up with for the Schmitty's Stool Softener campaign Mercedes remembered that she was supposed to be rooming with Kurt.
"Wait," she said holding her stomach and struggling to catch her breath. "I thought you were supposed to be sharing a room with Santana?"
"I thought so too," Sam said with a shrug, "but I didn't see any reason to complain, especially after I walked by Kurt and Santana and heard them arguing about closet space. They barely said hello before going back to laying into one another. I kept walking not wanting to get involved then I opened the door and you were here so I figured you all just switched without telling me. Plus, don't tell the others but you've always been my favorite." Mercedes giggled, scrunching her nose and wagging her finger at Sam's flirting. He had begun unpacking and she watched as his hands made quick work of the items in his bag. He followed her lead and hung up a few things in the closet, placing his shoes in the bottom next to hers, his toiletries in the bathroom, and his underwear and socks (no pajamas Mercedes noticed) in the bottom drawer of his bedside end table.
There were certainly worse things in the world than sharing a room with Sam Evans who Mercedes knew for a fact liked to sleep in nothing but the skin he was born in. She learned very quickly not to surprise him early in the morning after catching glimpses of different sections of his naked body when barging into his apartment uninvited and into his room unannounced. Each of the friends traded apartment keys long ago (even when they lived separately) and would at times abuse the privilege to get one another out on late night bar excursions or early morning breakfast dates.
Mercedes was actually relieved to not be sharing a room with Kurt or Santana. She wouldn't have to be subjected to Santana crawling into her bed in the middle of the night complaining of loneliness or Kurt forcing her to keep the room as spotless as humanly possible. She also wouldn't have to explain herself to either of them if she needed to get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night to take care of herself if she happened to have one of her extremely vivid sex dreams or found herself fantasizing about any of the men she'd gone out with recently.
Mercedes shook any other questions about the rooming situation from her head and decided to just be glad she would get to spend more than a little bit of quality time with Sam. If I play my cards right, she thought, maybe I'll even get to see the other parts of his naked body he always managed to hide when I swung his door open in the morning. In a friendly way of course. Just in the way that one friend is really curious to see how another friend looks naked.
She scolded herself for letting her thoughts drift to such a place while she picked up the pamphlets on her bedside table detailing the train schedule of activities and stops. The train wouldn't be stopping until they reached Chicago and in the meantime she could participate in bingo or other group games; enjoy "quality dining" in any of the three specialty dining cars; sweat out her sexual frustrations in the gym, have them kneaded out of her in the spa, or take them out on an inanimate object in the arcade. She could even take any of the "How To..." classes being offered in knitting, origami, whittling, jewelry making and a variety of other unsexy activities.
"Oh boy!" She said sarcastically.
"What's that?" Sam asked poking his head out of the bathroom where he was attempting to find space for all of their things in the shower caddy.
"These activities," Mercedes said walking over to him and handing him the pamphlets. He read over them silently for a moment before breaking into a laugh.
"Oh, I'm definitely looking forward to getting my knit on. I'm going to make so many scarves for my Mercy-Pie!" He said. She smacked him lightly on the shoulder then went back to her bed.
"You have fun with that," she said slipping off her sandals and swinging her legs onto the bed. "I think I'm going to take a nap before I get into anything." She leaned back onto her bed and closed her eyes. She didn't notice that Sam was still standing in the bathroom doorway staring at her as she attempted to find a comfortable sleeping position.
"Your body wash smells really nice," he said so quietly she almost missed the comment.
"Thanks," Mercedes said, her eyes still closed. "You can use it if you want. Go crazy." She heard Sam chuckle and move back into the bathroom.
"Or I could just wash you and then rub myself against you," Sam said even quieter than before once he was back inside the bathroom.
Despite the lack of volume, Mercedes was sure she heard something about washing and rubbing. No, she thought, Sam Evans is not seriously flirting with you. Stop thinking with your vagina. She promised herself she wouldn't let her urges get the best of her and tried to fall asleep but as soon as she heard Sam coming out of the bathroom again her whole body tensed up.
"That nap sounds like a really good idea," he said. "Can you wake me up if you go anywhere?" He touched Mercedes softly on her calf just below the hem of her capris to get her attention and she immediately jerked away from him and turned over. He looked at her worriedly. "You okay?" He asked.
"Fine," she said unsure of whether she really was or not. "Your hands are just a little cold is all."
"Sorry about that," he said with a lopsided grin. "I'll warm them up next time," he paused, "do you want me to wake you if I go out?" She nodded. "Will do," he said before slipping off his sneakers and lying back onto his bed.
Mercedes laid back down and attempted to fall asleep once again. She immediately regretted not taking the opposite bed. She was most comfortable on her left side but if she slept that way she'd be forced to watch Sam sleep. She wasn't even sure if he was still awake as she fidgeted uncomfortably on her bed. After what felt like ten minutes, she turned over onto her left side. Luckily, Sam was fast asleep and blissfully unaware of her discomfort. She watched him sleep. Her eyes surveyed him from top to bottom. He slept on his right side with his head on top of his folded arms. His lips slightly parted she could almost feel each breath escape his mouth. She looked down further to his chest rising and falling evenly and further down to the small area of exposed skin where his t-shirt had crawled up his body. She could make out the bottom of his belly button. Her eyes traveled further down slowly to the jeans sitting low on his hips. She bit her bottom lip and wondered what was below the brown leather belt he wore.
"Just let me touch it," she said longingly. She quickly clapped a hand over her mouth when she realized those words actually left her mouth. She wasn't going to get any sleep right now so she decided she would read instead. She leaned over and reached under her bed pulling out the messenger bag she carried her books in, she settled on a graphic novel she had been meaning to give a thorough read to. She also pulled out a pencil and stack of fluorescent pink post-it flags. She buried herself in her book and almost forgot about her blond companion until she heard him groan. She looked over to see him yawning as he sat up placing his feet on the floor.
"What are you reading?" He asked, his voice deep and sluggish with sleep.
She opened her mouth to speak but was unable to find the words. Hearing his voice unnerved her and turned her on at the same time. Instead of speaking she licked her lips and held the book up to him.
"Oh shit," he said instantly recognizing the book. "Watchmen. May I say Miss Jones, you have excellent taste."
She smiled and managed to utter a quiet "thanks."
"What part are you on?" He asked rising from his bed and sitting back down on hers. She scooted over to accommodate him. He leaned on his arm placed behind her and rested his head on her shoulder.
Her breath began to quicken at his closeness.
"It's The Comedian's funeral," she said slowly trying her best to not sound as exasperated as she felt.
"That's a good part," he whispered in her ear. "There is a really great flashback in there. It tells you a lot about the kind of guy he was."
When she would eventually be goaded into telling the story of how she and Sam hooked up, Mercedes would always make note of the fact that he started it.
As she began to explain how she thought The Comedian and Dr. Manhattan's relationship to be interesting, Sam moved her hair to one side and began to nuzzle her neck. She stopped talking abruptly and sat there helplessly as he rubbed his face into her. He made no announcement of his action. He just took to doing it as if he was supposed to be doing it all along as they sat together on her bed.
"What are you doing, Sam?" She asked, making no effort to stop him.
"Nothing," he said innocently. "I just missed you is all. When was the last time I got to be near you? I missed this lovely body of yours."
"Oh really?"
"Yup. You smell so good, Cedes," he said as he began to nibble her earlobe. "You taste good too."
"Uh...uhm...mmmm," words failed her completely. All she could do was grab his head and rub the back of his neck as he peppered slow, soft kisses along her jaw.
"Keep talking," he requested. "Why do you like The Comedian?" He moved the arm that he was resting on around her and began to knead her breasts through the red silk top she wore.
She let out a small moan before gathering her thoughts and attempting to continue the one-sided conversation. "He uh," she began, "well, I don't like him as a person per se...Ssssam," she hissed as she felt his hand unbuttoning and unzipping her capris and sliding down to touch the front of her newly moistened panties. He rubbed her for a brief second before tracing a single finger up to find her clit. He rubbed over top of it before giving it a quick pinch. Mercedes whimpered still unable to protest.
"You were saying," Sam said. "Keep going or I'll stop."
She nodded but was unable to say anything else. All that left her mouth were incoherent mumbles. Sam abruptly moved his hands from her and she immediately ached for his touch.
"I guess I have to stop if you're not going to talk to me," Sam said moving a few inches away from her. Mercedes looked to him but looked away immediately once she noticed the lust in his eyes. He wants me, she thought. She knew it but she still couldn't properly compute the thought. She looked down at the comic book in her lap, a blue glowing Dr. Manhattan was all she could make out before she tossed the book and scooted quickly out of the bed running toward the bathroom.
"I have to pee," she managed to mutter before slamming the door closed behind her. She didn't know what to do so she paced around the bathroom hoping that Sam would leave the room or at least forget about whatever it was they were about to do. She flushed the toilet remembering why she was supposed to be in the bathroom then moved over to the sink.
"Shit," she said to herself standing above the sink. She tried to splash herself with cold water in an attempt to cool herself down but it didn't work. Her whole body still felt entirely too warm. It was like she was standing in front of an open oven. She could still feel Sam's breath on her neck, his teeth nibbling her ear and nipping the side of her face, his hands...his huge hands rubbing and squeezing her breasts like they were the only pair God created. She let out a moan and stared at herself in the mirror surprised that the sound had come from her own mouth. She brushed her hands roughly against her face trying to desperately rub away the feeling of him on her body.
She looked into her eyes. They were darker than normal and slightly glazed over. "You want him," she whispered to the woman in the mirror. The woman didn't respond, only stared at Mercedes with lust-clouded eyes. She averted her gaze to her now sweaty hands sliding along the edges of the sink. "I've been in here too long," she said as she quickly dried her hands and moved toward the door.
I'm going to leave, she thought. I'm going to get my shoes and I'm just going to leave. I'm not going to say anything to him. I'm not going to let him touch me. I'm not going to stare into those gorgeous fucking eyes of his. I'm just going to go.
She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. She walked out swiftly and was immediately met with Sam's body blocking her path. She backed away from him slowly until she reached the door. She could feel the silver numbers that designated their cabin number 26 coldly press against the back of her neck. She stared up at Sam attempting to look anywhere but into his eyes. She focused on his chin until he came slowly walking toward her. He came closer and closer until he was looming over top of her. He didn't touch her. He just stood there, their bodies so close that all either of them would have to do is take a deep breath and they'd be flush against one another.
"Why did you run from me, Mercedes?" He asked, his voice still deep and dragging, every word dripped from his mouth as he spoke.
She didn't say anything. She moved her focus to his Adam's apple and watched it move as he continued to speak.
"Tell me you don't want it, Mercedes. Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop. I won't touch you. I won't even do so much as look at you for the rest of the trip if that's what you want. Say 'no' and I'll stop."
She couldn't even do so much as open her mouth to even try to force the words out.
"I want you, Mercedes. I want you more than anything right now. It's literally painful to not be able to touch you but I won't touch you until you tell me 'yes'. Tell me what to do."
Still no words came to her lips. COWARD! She screamed to herself inside of her head. TELL HIM YOU WANT HIM! TELL HIM YOU WANT HIM TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IN EVERY SINGLE INCH OF THIS BROOM CLOSET YOU'RE SLEEPING IN! TELL HIM YOUR PANTIES ARE RUINED FROM HIM TOUCHING YOU FOR FIVE FUCKING MINUTES AND YOU WANT NOTHING MORE THAN TO STUFF THOSE FUCKING PANTIES INTO HIS MOUTH WHILE YOU RIDE HIM INTO NEXT WEEK!
"Mercedes, baby, look at me," he used his nose to nudge her face up so she was forced to look into his eyes. "Tell me what you want me to do to you." A slow smile crept across his face as he continued. "Tell me what you want to do to me." He leaned his face in further so that his lips were on top of hers - still not touching - just close enough so that all he had to do was pucker and they'd be linked at the mouth. She could feel his nose graze her cheek as he spoke. "You can touch it, Mercedes," he said biting his bottom lip as he moved his body slightly closer to her. She could feel his dick, hard and grazing the zipper of her pants as he continued to speak into her mouth, "You can do whatever you want to it. Just tell me what you want."
"I..." was all she managed to get out as her hands leapt from her sides and up to his shoulders. She began rubbing down his chest until she reached the hem of his t-shirt. She grabbed the bottom of it and attempted to pull him into her. He grabbed her hands and forced them above her head.
"Tell me," he growled against her lips.
"I want you!" She was finally able to blurt out after several moments of silence.
"What do you want me to do to you?" He asked releasing one of her hands. She quickly moved it up the front of his shirt letting it run freely over his body.
"I want you to fuck me," she said slightly louder and with more confidence.
"How do you want it?"
"Hard."
"When do you want it?"
"Right now, Sam," she said glaring into his eyes. "You're the who. And the why is because if you don't fuck me I'll be forced to lock myself in that bathroom for the next half an hour and finger myself until my hands cramp."
He laughed quickly before releasing her other hand which she quickly moved to the back of his neck and pulled toward her. He kissed her, each of them automatically opening their mouths to play fiercely with each other's tongues. His hands moved down her body stopping quickly to squeeze her tits before going around her to grab her ass. He ground himself into her and moaned into their kiss. He moved his hips against her center and she responded by grinding her hips to the same rhythm.
"You're gonna make me come already, Mercedes," he said as he lifted her off the ground by her ass. She wrapped her legs around him and continued grinding her body into his.
*knock*knock*knock*
"Fuck," he spat at the noise coming from the other side of the door.
*knock*knock*knock*
*knock*knock*knock*
*knock*knock*knock*
Merdedes shot up from her bed breathing heavily and soaked with sweat. She looked to her left and saw Sam watching her intently with an expression she couldn't quite read.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Fine," she mumbled wiping her brow and pushing the strands of hair out of her face that had plastered themselves to her forehead.
"You were writhing around and moaning like crazy."
*knock*knock*knock*
"I'm fine," she repeated moving off her bed.
"You were touching yourself, moving your hands up and down your body squeezing your breasts, biting your lips, pulling your own hair, your back was arch-"
"Sam!" She yelled, embarrassed at her apparently extremely vivid dream. "I'm okay."
*knock*knock*knock*
"You should get the door," she said, finally acknowledging the banging that woke her from her sleep. Whoever was there had to be both patient as hell and persistent as fuck. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
"We know you guys are in there!" Santana screamed through the door.
"Open the door," Kurt said in a raised but still soft tone while knocking again lightly. "Sam, you can't have my sugar plum all to yourself for the whole trip."
Mercedes leaned against the bathroom door still attempting to stifle the rapid beating in her chest.
"Hey gorgeous," she heard Kurt say on the other side of the door. "We were going to the spa to get massages. You guys want to come along?"
A massage actually sounded good to Mercedes but if it wasn't Sam's hands touching her it simply wouldn't do the job of relieving the tension her body now harbored since Sam began mumbling about her body wash.
"No thanks," Sam said politely. "I think I'm going to try and finish my nap."
"Boo. You suck," Santana sang loudly. She rapped quickly against the bathroom door startling Mercedes. "You down, Cedes?"
"No. I'm going to uh, grab a shower I think. I'll meet you guys for lunch," she said through the door attempting to sound as normal as possible. Her voice didn't sound like her own. Her normally tempered tone was now shaky and breathless.
"Party poopers," Kurt said with a pout. "You guys can't stay in this room the whole time. You have to come out eventually. We better see you at lunch time," he said.
"We'll be there," Sam promised. The next sound Mercedes heard was the shuffling of feet and their cabin door closing with a gentle click. She pried herself from the bathroom door and went to the sink to clean herself up. She kept her focus on the golden tap and handles refusing to look at herself in the mirror. She knew what she would see. If her eyes met her own face she would be staring down the brown eyed sex monster that she knew was just itching to take over her body. Mercedes wouldn't let the siren have the satisfaction of forcing her to succumb to her weakness and do her unchaste bidding.
"Just fucking stop it, Mercedes," she hissed to the running cold water in the sink. "Sam doesn't want to do anything with you. And you don't want to do anything with him." She still couldn't look herself in the eye. She knew the last part of her statement wasn't true and her entire body hoped the first part was a lie as well.
When she felt almost composed she slowly exited the bathroom. The room was empty - nothing out of place except for the slightly damp and twisted sheets on her bed and the comic book she had fallen asleep with tossed on the floor.
"Maybe, I should take up knitting," she mused while remaking her bed. Once she finished she slipped on her shoes and decided that she would join Kurt and Santana for a massage. She knew it wouldn't ease the ache but it could at least take her mind off it for a little while.
"Couldn't hurt, right?" She said with a shrug exiting the cabin in search of her friends.
Hope you all enjoyed! I'm going to start on the next chapter tomorrow. I don't know exactly what is up next but I have a TON of ideas. If you have any questions/comments/ideas please feel free to contact me on here or on tumblr. Thanks for reading!