Hello! I'll keep it short this time, it's 4 am and I should have carried by butt to bed long ago.

I own nothing. If I did, Sam and Mercedes would have their own spin-off.

Please excuse any mistakes I've missed and enjoy!

"Fuuuuuuuck." Santana groaned into the massage table. "Kurt, you chose the wrong one. Her hands are fucking magical." The petite blonde-haired woman who was standing above Santana and firmly pressing her knuckles into the indisposed woman's back giggled and blushed at the compliment.

"No, I think I chose just fine," Kurt said as his eyes raked up and down the lean dark haired Asian man who was rubbing his hands with oil and walking in Kurt's direction.

Mercedes had made it to the spa just in time to butt into her friend's appointments. The two had been waiting for twenty minutes and when Mercedes got there Santana told the woman behind a small desk making appointments that there would be a third on her group and that she would really appreciate it if that didn't prolong their wait. Santana flirted effortlessly with the woman and Mercedes found herself in awe of her friend's seduction skills. The woman literally melted under her Santana's heated and lustful gaze. She hung desperately onto every word that slowly crawled out of Santana's mouth. The woman was captivated and sat with her mouth open, her bottom lip trembling every time Santana took a breath. When Santana sauntered away from the woman with a smug smile on her face and a small slip of paper in her hand, she sat down between her friends nonchalantly saying, "We're next."

"Can you teach me how to do that?" Mercedes said in a hushed tone as she and Kurt burst into stifled giggles.

"Sure," Santana said with a grin, "but it'll cost you."

"Please woman, I'd pay anything to have that kind of effect on somebody," Mercedes admitted while thinking about the only person she had any intention of seducing.

"I can teach you a thing or two," Santana shrugged.

"Well, if you're offering to teach, you can sign me up too," Kurt said wistfully. "As irresistible as I already am, I'll be beating the boys off with a stick with a little of your magic, Miss Lopez. I am wondering though, how could you even tell she was gay?"

"I don't know if she is or not," Santana said casting a lecherous smile in the woman's direction, "but I know I have her thinking about it now if she hasn't before. Sexuality doesn't have to be stagnant and that's all it takes really - gay, straight, bi, whatever, it doesn't really matter - just put the idea into their head and you're halfway there."

Soon, the still hypnotized woman behind the desk was calling for the three of them and leading them into a darkened room with two massage tables and a large massage chair with a slowly filling basin of water attached to it. There were candles lit and the faintest instrumental music could be heard coming from two small speakers placed on opposite walls.

The friends surveyed the room while the woman explained what they should do. She gave each of them a robe, gestured to a small changing room to the left of the door they entered by, and walked out telling them their masseuses would be with then momentarily. They quickly decided what each of them wanted before disrobing and wrapping themselves in the thick white robes provided to them.

Kurt and Santana opted for the full body massages while Mercedes decided she would try the extremity massage and vibrating comfort of the massage chair.

She leaned her head back and attempted to relax and drown out the muffled 'oohs' and 'aaaahs' coming from her friends. She was soon startled out of her own little vibrating world when she felt someone gently picking up her foot from its wet resting place in the water basin and placing it into his or her lap. She opened her eyes to see a bespectacled brown-haired man diligently toweling off her foot. She cleared her throat to gain his attention.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, beautiful. I'm sorry if I startled you but I saw you sitting here just being all breath-taking and whatnot, and after thanking God I just knew I couldn't go another moment without loving you down right - with my hands that is," he said looking up at her. He licked his lips and looked her up and down before continuing, "If you want me to touch you with anything else, it will have to wait until my shift is over but I will be happy to oblige." Kurt and Santana both snickered at the man's confession and as humorous as Mercedes thought he was, she still could only smile after hearing the sincerity in his voice and seeing it reflected in his eyes. "You can just relax," he continued, "Artie is going to take good care of you." He was wearing the same all white uniform as the people massaging Kurt and Santana so Mercedes relaxed a little but she couldn't help being slightly on edge at the amount of charm being thrown her way.

The massages weren't quite long enough for Mercedes' liking (if it was up to her she'd spend her entire Train-cation being massaged and sweet-talked by Artie) and too soon she found herself practically being pulled from Artie's capable hands. The threesome had gotten too relaxed during their massages and managed to miss lunch. Sam was nowhere to be found and after a phone call, they all decided they would meet up for dinner instead. They grabbed snacks from a small convenience store and decided to try their hands at jewelry making. Mercedes had genuinely started to enjoy herself and actually had to be drug to the dining car where she now sat with Kurt and Santana as the three of them poured over the dinner menu.

She had somehow managed to momentarily forget about the early morning events. The throbbing between her legs had even subsided but as if on cue, like he had some sort of sick sixth sense that told him when her pussy wasn't wet, Sam came walking into the dining car and sat down at the seat across from her.

"How nice of you to join us trout-pout," Santana said not looking up from her menu as she spoke.

"Hello to you too, Satan," Sam said cheerfully. "Kurt. Mercedes," he said with a nod and smile in each of their direction. There was something different in his voice, Mercedes noticed, when he said her name. He drawled it out slowly, his voice deepening with each syllable. Her thighs clenched at the sound of his voice and she had to look away when she felt the heat crawling slowly up her cheeks. She wondered if anyone else had heard it the way she had but just decided to brush it off when no one else seemed to pay his altered tone any attention.

An annoyingly perky server showed up to take their order and openly flirt with Sam. She reached over Santana to point out things for him on his menu and practically lay down on the table to serve him his ice water and flash her cleavage. Sam didn't seem to pay the woman much attention and seemed more concerned with how they would be preparing the two grilled cheese sandwiches he ordered but the woman was obviously having an effect on his table mates.

"Enough of this," Santana barked completely fed up with the woman's actions. Santana shooed the server from in front of her and began waving her finger in front of the woman's face. "You're not about to sit here and flirt with my best friend's husband like that. Now trot on back to the kitchen and try not to fall into anyone's lap on your way back."

"I don't see any ring," the girl said curtly, not backing down. "If he doesn't like it he can tell me to stop himself."

She gon learn today, Mercedes sighed internally, shaking her head. She was not in the mood for one of Santana's scenes and was surprised when Santana grinned slyly in her direction before speaking again. Mercedes had seen that grin too many times before to be unconcerned. She braced herself for whatever stunt Santana was about to pull.

"Mercedes," she said slowly. "Why don't you tell this nice young lady why you and Sammy aren't wearing your wedding rings?"

Mercedes choked. She didn't have a thing in her mouth but she choked none the less trying desperately to dislodge the air that had suddenly become stuck in her throat. Kurt tapped her back gently and she tried her best to ignore the amused look on his face. Everyone stared at her and she could only look to Sam for help.

"Uh...well," he said toying with the straw in his drink. "You see, my wife and I," he said gesturing toward Mercedes who only looked at him quizzically then worriedly when she noticed the smirk creep across his face to match the one Santana was already wearing.

Shit, she thought. For whatever reason her friends thoroughly enjoyed making her squirm and they had obviously found an excellent opportunity to make her hide her face in shame.

"My wife and I," Sam began, "we don't like to be totally traditional about things." Mercedes could practically see the wheels turning inside of his head as he formulated the rest of his story. "So we got rings, we just didn't get rings that anyone can see." Here it comes. "On our wedding night," he continued, not taking his eyes off Mercedes as he spoke, "my lovely bride here presented me with the most beautiful cock ring you could imagine. I don't wear it all the time, of course. Just on very very special occasions," he picked up Mercedes' hand and brought it to his lips placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. She followed their hands up to his lips and met his eyes. There it was. That look she saw in her dreams. His eyes dark and boring into her he said, "Right, babe?" He winked at her and the floodgates opened. She was putty in his hands just as she imagined she would be.

"Umuhmmmuhuba." Where were her words when she needed them? Though she was sure Sam had done enough talking for the both of them, she wanted to say something to soothe the appalled waitress. To her disappointment, all she could do was sit there babbling like a fool as the formerly perky woman walked off in a huff. As soon as she was out of earshot, the entire table, except for Mercedes, erupted into a fit of laughter. Santana high-fived Sam and Kurt had to bring his napkin to his face in an attempt to regain his composure and cover his deeply reddened cheeks.

"When she comes back you can tell her what kind of ring you got Mercy, because I am dying to know," Kurt said at the tail end of his giggle-fit.

Mercedes still hadn't so much as smirked at her friend's shenanigans. She just shook her head at their inappropriate behavior.

"Come on Cedes," Sam said, his hand still gripping hers. "You have to admit it was a little funny." He stroked her hand with his thumb and flashed a crooked smile. She felt herself softening, her body betrayed her as usual and she succumbed to his gentle touch.

"I guess it could have been worse," she said allowing her lips to be tugged into a small smile.

"So, will you play along and be my wife?" Sam asked hopefully. She began to shake her head no but he pursed his lips into a pout. "If you can't handle it -" he began.

"Excuse me? You must have forgotten who you're talking to. Mercedes Jones can handle anything." She eyed Sam up and down cockily, letting him know she did not intend to be scared out of a challenge.

"Well, can you handle being Mrs. Samuel Evans?"

"Fine, but I'm not just taking your last name. I'm kind of attached to Jones," she said somewhat excited to play along.

"Fine, you'll hyphenate. Mercedes Jones-Evans." he tested the name out, seriously considering the fit of it. "I like the sound of that."

"Fine," she said raising an eyebrow at him. Mercedes had to admit that she didn't consider herself a good actress, but she never backed down from a dare and if Sam wanted to play like they were hitched for the next five days, she'd play along so well he'd be down on one knee begging for the real thing before the train came to a final stop.

Throughout the rest of their dinner, Sam and Mercedes flirted with one another heavily. They fed each other as sensually as possible while Kurt and Santana giggled and beckoned the waitress to the table frequently and urged Sam and Mercedes to lay their affections on extra thick when she stomped in their direction. Sam tore pieces of his sandwich and placed them into Mercedes' mouth. She caught his fingers between her lips a time or two and sucked on them playfully. Mercedes spooned portions of her soup into Sam's mouth cooling it first before every spoonful.

"Can I get you all any dessert?" The waitress asked. She stood with her arms folded and her right foot tapping vigorously.

"You want to share some pie, Kurt?" Santana asked clapping her hands together excitedly.

"As long as it's apple, and can we get a little ice cream on top? Just a dollop, dear," Kurt said turning to the waitress.

"Sure. Do you two want anything?" She said rolling her eyes at the couple blowing kisses to one another across the table.

"How about some pie, babe?" Sam asked.

Suddenly Mercedes found Santana's advice at the forefront of her thoughts. Just get him thinking about it and you're halfway there, she remembered. "Actually," she said leaning over the table to give Sam a peek down her top, "there's some pie waiting for you when we get back to our room." Sam bit his bottom lip and let out a small groan. "How about some cheesecake?"

"You heard the woman," Sam said barely acknowledging the waitress. All of his attention was fixed on Mercedes and for once, she didn't seem to falter under his deep gaze. The waitress stalked off again and soon returned with their respective desserts.

Before Mercedes could reach for the slice of cheesecake placed between her and Sam, he pulled the plate away from her, sliding it out of her grasp.

"If you want some of this, Mrs. Jones-Evans, you're going to have to come over here and get it."

Mercedes watched as he forked a small piece of the desert and brought it slowly to his mouth.

"Soooooo gooooood," he moaned licking the fork clean.

Two can play that game, Mercedes thought. With a smirk, she got up from her seat, walked around the table slowly and planted herself sideways on Sam's lap, making sure to grind her ass on him briefly as she got comfortable. She slipped the fork from his hand and took a small bite of cheesecake for herself before letting him have another taste. She got a bit on the side of his mouth so she raised her hand to his face to wipe it off. Sam quickly grabbed her hand and held it tightly in his. She tried her other hand but he grabbed that one too shaking his head at her.

"How am I supposed to get it off them?" She asked, straining under his grip. He shrugged and she figured out what he was doing.

He's daring me, she thought. You are not slick, Sam Evans. I need to just jump off of your damn lap right now before I jump on you right here in front of all these witnesses.

But her body didn't move. She was too settled on Sam's warm lap. Since her legs were refusing to move her from her current position, all she could do was take the dare. She licked her lips before sticking out her tongue and lapping the side of Sam's mouth leisurely. She kept her face close to his smiling against his cheek and waiting for his next move. She knew she was playing with fire but she was too far in now to try and pull out.

"Mercedes," Sam moaned before turning his head and capturing her lips with his to place a light but lingering kiss on her lips. She heard a loud gasp and she immediately jerked her head away from Sam's and looked back and forth between Kurt and Santana guiltily. She had pretty much forgotten her friends were there. Hell, for a moment, she had forgotten that anyone else in the world existed except for she and Sam.

"Mercedes Marie Jones!" Kurt yelped, Mercedes couldn't tell if he was excited or shocked. She also couldn't understand why it was her name being called since Sam was the one who went in for the kiss. She only licked his face. She had convinced herself that this action was almost innocent and ignored the moment Sam's legs twitched beneath her.

"Damn, Trouty, you couldn't resist those luscious lips could you? I ain't even mad at you." Santana was definitely proud. The kiss didn't seem to faze her as she quickly returned to her pie.

"I need a drink," Kurt said hastily. "Where is that waitress?"

"Oh don't act so surprised," Santana said looking to Kurt then Sam and Mercedes. "Lord knows these two have been faithfully eye fucking each other since college. It was just a matter of time."

"I think I've had enough to eat," Mercedes said rising from Sam's lap. She wasn't sure her legs were going to cooperate as she stood but she had to try. Sam obviously had no intention of moving from their current position so it was up to her. She quickly walked away from the table but could still hear her friends speaking.

"What?" Sam asked, as if he hadn't done a thing wrong, "What kind of man would I be if I married someone like Mercedes and didn't have my lips on her every chance I got?" That statement sent her over edge. She could feel her knees buckling beneath her. Her walk from the table began as a casual gait but soon turned into a sprint, as she desperately needed to return to her room and soothe her trembling body.

When she made it back to the room, she grabbed her pajamas and headed right for the bathroom again. This little room was slowly becoming her sanctuary, the only place where her urges couldn't get the best of her. She was hoping Sam wouldn't come back to the room right away and that she could masturbate, shower, and be halfway to dreamland by the time he returned to their room. She didn't want to talk about anything with him - at least nothing related to the lucid dream she'd had earlier, nothing related to Sam kissing her, and especially nothing related to the slight bulge she felt against her ass when she finally slipped off of Sam's lap.

She turned the shower on and stepped inside. Once she was settled under the water, she closed her eyes and began absentmindedly washing herself. Without a second thought, she was following trails of water down her body and in-between her legs. She caressed up and down her inner thighs lightly grazing her center. The grazes turned to purposeful touches as she remembered being in Sam's lap. His legs were strong beneath her and she could feel his firm chest press up against her when he breathed. The touches turned to strokes when she thought about the feel of his lips on hers. He was still holding her wrists when he kissed her and she knew that if he hadn't been, her fingers would have been quickly tangled in his hair pulling his face against her own begging for more. The strokes turned to determined rubs when she thought about the way he said her name. Something about the way he called her made her lose all self-control. She could still hear his drawl ringing in her ears...

"Mercedes?" Her eyes shot open at the actual sound of Sam's voice. She quickly removed her hands from her body and began rinsing herself.

"I'll be out in a minute," she yelled trying to finish as fast as possible. There was no use attempting to prolong the inevitable. They had to talk had to talk eventually and apparently Sam wanted to do so now.

"Don't rush," he said. His voice had gotten louder, clearer. She slid the shower door open a hair to see Sam leaning on the sink in front of the shower. She closed the door back immediately and backed into the corner of the shower.

"What are you doing in here?"

"You forgot to lock the door," he said plainly.

"Sam, get out!"

"I just wanted to say -"

"SAM!"

"I'm sorry, Cedes! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! I went too far and I'm sorry."

She sighed and slid the shower door open slightly again peeking her head out.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable, Sam. I just wasn't expecting it is all."

"I just thought after you know, earlier, when you were sleeping..." he scratched the back of his neck in search of his next words.

"You thought what? That I was possessed by some sex-crazed demon?"

"No, just when you were moaning," He paused and looked into her eyes, "you said my name."

Mercedes closed the shower door and Sam let out a small laugh before speaking again. "Cedes, it's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed." He pressed his palm against the shower door. She could see his fingertips tapping slightly against the stained glass. "I was watching you and I should have woken you when I first heard you moaning but I didn't. I couldn't stop watching you. I don't think you even know what you do to me...like in general...but especially then. I thought you wanted me to kiss you, to touch you. I just assumed." Mercedes didn't say anything. Thinking he had said too much, Sam let out a heavy sigh and moved toward the door.

"Can you hand me a towel?" Mercedes asked sheepishly.

Sam picked up a towel from the rack and held it open in front of the shower door. He turned his head and closed his eyes as she stepped out of the shower and into the towel. Instead of taking it from his hands, she put her hands atop his and wrapped them and the towel around her back. He moved into her, his hands settling around her waist. She laid her head against his chest and let out a contented sigh.

"I never apologized for what happened earlier. I just freaked out when you started telling me about it."

"Nah, there's nothing to be sorry about. Trust me; there are stranger ways to tell someone that you want them."

A comfortable silence settled between the two. They stood in each other's arms for a few minutes enjoying the closeness.

"I'm really wet," Mercedes whispered against his chest.

"I would hope so," Sam said pressing his hips into her. She could feel the unmistakable bulge rubbing against her towel. She looked up at him somewhat surprised and embarrassed that she was able to have that kind of effect on him. His eyes fell slightly and he studied her face for a moment before he spoke again. "Do you want to?" He asked.

"Sam, I had a sex dream about you. I let you tell some total stranger I gave you a cock ring. I sucked grilled cheese crumbs off your fingers like it was last meal I was ever going to get. I sat on your lap and fed you cheesecake. I licked your face. You kissed me," she paused taking a deep breath. "Now I'm standing here almost naked in front of you with your dick pressed against my waist, and I'm still standing here in spite of that wet joke you just made. So what do you think?"

"Well," he said furrowing his brow, "to me, it sounds like you've done a lot. I think I need to catch up." He bent down slightly and picked her up. She wrapped her legs tightly around him as he carried them to his bed.

He sat down on the bed with her now straddling him and unceremoniously removed the towel from her body letting it fall to the floor. He pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss. She immediately accepted his tongue into her mouth sucking on it and nipping his lips with her teeth. She was anxious for his mouth to become acquainted with the rest of her body. She pulled her mouth away from his and kissed a trail from his lips to his cheeks to his jaw and down his neck. He took the hint and went to work on her breasts pushing them together and licking and sucking her nipples. Her back arched up to him pushing her chest nearer to him. She tangled her fingers back into his hair and ground her hips deeply onto his lap.

I need it, she thought. Her mind was less than clear but she knew that she needed to feel him inside of her. The intense heat between her legs was quickly becoming unbearable. She yanked his head away from her chest and pushed him onto his back. She leaned over and kissed him gently before pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor.

She stood up, unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans. She watched him licking his lips and not moving his eyes from her fingers as she trailed them up and down his chest momentarily before making one final swipe down his body pulling off his jeans.

"You've been holding out on me, Samuel," she said focused on the erect cock that was peeking out of his boxers.

"Come here," he said. It was more of a demand than a request. Before she could comply, Sam was pulling her back down on top of him and flipping the two of them over. He gave her lips a quick peck then he licked two of his fingers and pressed them inside of her. "Are my hands still cold?" He asked pumping her deeply curling his fingers to press against her spot.

"N-no. They're good," she moaned pressing her nails into his biceps. She could already feel the ball of pressure building in her stomach ready to unfurl.

"Fuck me, Samuel," she demanded while still riding his fingers, her hips bucking signaling her impending release.

"You got it, Mercedes," he said with a large grin. He removed his fingers from her soaked middle and stuck them into her mouth stifling any forthcoming objections about her now vacant cunt. She sucked his fingers happily, enjoying her own taste. When they were almost clean he replaced his fingers with his lips licking her lips then shoving his tongue into her mouth needing to taste her juices. "Fuck dinner," he said breathlessly, "just give me that pussy. I'll never go hungry again." She laughed and kissed his lips again. "You want this dick?" He asked temporarily parting his lips from hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his dick rubbing against her slit. She didn't even notice his boxers were already off and he was positioned to slide right into her.

"Condom," she moaned.

"Fuck," he murmured, prying his body from hers and sitting up on his knees. "I don't have any." He said slamming a fist into his thigh. "Do you have any?"

"Nope," she said, her disappointment palpable. "I wasn't exactly planning for anything like this to happen."

"Me neither," he said softly. "What do we do now?"

She sat up and thought for a moment then said, "We don't have to stop totally." Her eyes gazed up and down his body yearning to taste every fragment of him. Her orgasm was well within her reach and there was no way in hell she was going to sleep tonight without achieving it.

"You have to be real specific me with, Mercedes. Tell me what you want," her body twinged at the all too familiar request. Even if she wasn't able to get on Sam the way she wanted too, she still had every intention of getting off.

"Well, we can do everything short of actually fucking each other. I don't need a condom to give you a blowjob..." Her voice trailed off as she eyed his cock. Before she could continue, he crawled up her body placing himself directly in front of her. She opened her mouth to speak but was met with the head of her new friend being settled between her lips.

Nice to finally meet you, she thought as she accepted him into her mouth and began her slow assault.

Thanks to all you who have been reading, favoriting, reviewing, etc. All of the love makes my heart swell and encourages these little fingers of mine to keep on pecking out chapters.

The next one should be along in a few days, I'm tempted to start on it right now. I'm very excited about where I want to take this :)