I was hoping to post this chapter earlier in the weekend but I struggled with it a little bit. I have a lot of ideas for what I want Sam and Mercedes to do once they get together, but I had a little trouble finding my way to that point.
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"So what happens when one of us...gives in?" Mercedes yelled from the bathroom of the cabin she shared with Sam.
"Well, we fuck," he said moving to stand in the doorway.
"Aside from that," she said as she leaned into the mirror to apply her mascara.
"Are you thinking about giving in, Mercy?" He stretched up to the top of the door leaning inward, the muscles in his upper body flexing in full view. Mercedes did her best not to look over at Sam. She gripped her tube of mascara tighter and combed the tiny brush through her eyelashes again with an unsteady hand.
"Not a chance. I just want to know that there's a prize waiting for me when you finally break down."
"Am I not enough of a prize?"
"You're plenty, Sammy, but I need something to rub in your face. That way, you can remember not to challenge me again."
"You are so fucking full of yourself, woman."
"You love it."
"Would you love to be full of me?"
The tube of mascara dropped from Mercedes' hand into the sink. The plastic clanging dully against the porcelain kept her from drifting off into thoughts of Sam being stuffed deep inside of her. She picked up her mascara and trained her eyes to the mirror.
I don't even think the whole thing will fit, she thought.
"Mercedes?"
"Yes, Sam?"
"Look at me."
"I'm a little busy here."
"I'll wait." He began slowly whistling a tune as he rocked back and forth in the doorway. A quiet groan escaped Mercedes' throat as she closed her mascara, twisting the top slowly and steadily. When the tube was secure, she finally looked over at Sam who wore nothing but a mischievous grin.
"You should really put some clothes on," Mercedes said. She had to force herself to keep her eyes focused on his face and not let them drift down to his sculpted torso and dangling cock, thick, swinging and heavy-looking, as he body swung in the doorway.
"Why? It's nothing you haven't already seen."
"What did you want from me?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip and looking up toward the ceiling.
"You look beautiful today," he said as he closed the space between them. He pressed himself against her and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek that made her shiver.
"I have to go see Kurt. He needs me to help him-with things," she said almost silently. There was still another hour before the group was going to meet for breakfast but Kurt invited Blaine and wanted to pick out the perfect outfit. She took a small step back from Sam and moved around him and out of the bathroom.
"What if I need you?" He was right on her heels as she grabbed her purse and turned to leave the cabin, effectively blocking her path.
"So do I win our little bet?"
"I didn't say I needed you for sex."
"The fact that you're not wearing any clothes doesn't help your argument."
"I'll get dressed. I just want to hang out with you today before we get to New Orleans. I've had to share you this entire trip and when I get you alone I can't seem to keep my hands off of you." He grinned and brought a hand up to her face stroking her cheek lovingly.
"Are you going to keep your hands off me today?" She leaned into his touch, momentarily forgetting that she could feel his cock pressed against her shorts. His sincere smile pushed down every single wall she could have attempted to build.
"I'll be good. Scouts honor." He raised three fingers in the air and put his other hand over his heart.
"Okay," Mercedes said, "just let me go help Kurt and I'll come right back. There was no use fighting it. She wanted to spend time with Sam regardless of whether or not they were sleeping together. She enjoyed his company and no matter what, they were friends first. "Can you manage to find some pants before I come back?"
"I can do that." She grabbed the hand he held over his heart and placed it in her own. She laced her fingers with his and tugged him down into a delicate kiss.
"Be back soon." She let go of Sam's hand and swiftly walked out making sure to open and close the door quickly so no one passing by would get an eyeful of a naked Sam.
She walked the short distance to Kurt and Santana's room and knocked on the door. Santana opened it and stepped aside to let Mercedes in.
"Good morning!" Santana squeaked, pulling Mercedes into a tight hug after she closed the door. Mercedes returned the hug but raised an eyebrow at her friend's unusually cheery disposition.
"Hey, Tana. How are you today?"
"Wonderful," she said blithely. She released Mercedes and sat down on her bed with a bounce. She patted the spot next to her and beckoned Mercedes to sit down. Mercedes obliged and sat next to Santana who looped her arm through Mercedes' and began bouncing up and down.
"Are you sure you're okay, honey?"
"I'm perfect, Cedes! I spent the night with Brittany last night. We stayed up talking the whole night. She's...she's..."
"Ah-mah-zing?" Mercedes finished, catching on why her friend was in an uncharacteristically good mood.
"Yeah, she's ah-mah-zing," Santana sighed dreamily then stared off into space. Mercedes waved her hand in front of Santana to bring her friend back to reality. "She's coming to breakfast!" Santana squealed suddenly as she began bouncing again.
"I can't wait! It will be fun to spend more time with everyone," Mercedes said breaking into a giggle. Santana's enthusiasm was contagious causing both girls to giggle and bounce up and down on the bed with an uncontained excitement. Mercedes was happy to see her friend in such a good mood but she couldn't understand why she was just as happy as Santana was.
There must be something wrong with me, Mercedes thought briefly, when she realized her giggle fit wasn't suppressible.
"Are you two okay?" Kurt asked exiting the bathroom and taking in the sight of the two girls vibrating and laughing furiously.
"We're great, Kurtiekins!" Santana explained jumping from the bed and grabbing Kurt's hands. She gave him a twirl before placing a sweet kiss on his reddened cheeks.
"Good to know. You two just seem awfully...ecstatic."
"Well," Santana said, "don't we have reason to be happy? I've got Brittany who is sweet and honest and kind and special and ah-mah-zing," Santana said with a nod to Mercedes. "Mercy is obviously getting dicked down properly by Trouty, and Kurt, you've got that hot little soon to be boy toy of yours who is smitten with you."
There it was again. The air stuck in Mercedes' throat. She was choking. She coughed vigorously, trying to dislodge the imaginary obstruction in her airways. She couldn't breathe properly until she felt Kurt giving her several firm taps on her back.
"Breathe, sugar plum, breathe," Kurt said as he ran his hand over her back.
"What did I say?" Santana asked.
"Dicked down by Sam?" Mercedes said, her voice cracking unexpectedly. She took a big breath of air before attempting to continue, "What...where... wh-" she huffed.
"You're not exactly the best at keeping things from us," Kurt said, rising from the bed and moving to the closet. "I mean we figured it out when you two were - Santana Lopez!" He suddenly gasped when he opened the door and a pile of shoes came tumbling out of the closet.
"I didn't have any place to put them, Kurt! We are out of room in that closet," Santana said quickly attempting to force the closet closed again. Kurt groaned in frustration before he and Santana began arguing about the room rules. Kurt reached into his bedside table and pulled out a laminated sheet of paper aptly titled, "Rules for Rooming with Kurt Hummel." He waved the sheet in Santana's face as they argued. Santana grabbed the document from his hand and tried to rip it in half.
Mercedes sat stunned, still glued to her seat by Santana and Kurt's words. She had stopped bouncing and giggling long ago and sat looking confused.
Kurt tackled Santana to his bed when she tried to shred the document with her teeth. He tried to wrestle it from her hands as she swung the sheet around wildly. Mercedes didn't worry about the scene before her. The three of them fought like cats and dogs at times but each fight always seemed to make their relationships stronger. After a quick physical altercation, they'd usually end up laughing before talking things out like rational adults.
Mercedes waited for the fight to finish. The battle was over when Santana rolled the two of them off the bed and onto the floor. Kurt took advantage of the unexpected fall and effectively pinned Santana to the carpet.
"I concede!" Santana screamed as she pressed her body completely to the ground and stopped struggling against Kurt's unrelenting grip.
"Good," Kurt said as he raised himself from the ground and straightened his pajamas. "I will help you put the shoes away neatly after breakfast. Now help me decide on something to wear today." He offered a hand to Santana and pulled her to her feet. "So, I was thinking something red. I want to wear those suspenders I got from Macy's." He opened the closet again wincing briefly at the pile of shoes before sliding them aside with his foot. He began pulling out shirts and pants and lying them on his bed.
"Wait," Mercedes said, finally finding her voice again, as Kurt and Santana regarded the clothing on his bed. She stood and moved to stand between the two of them. She turned toward Santana first, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "Dicked. Down. By. Trouty?" Mercedes asked slowly.
Santana crossed her arms, mirroring Mercedes' posture. "Yep. What? Did you think we wouldn't notice?" She stepped closer to her friend and spoke slowly, a smirk playing at her lips as she talked. "You think no one heard you moan in the back of that cab?"
"You thought no one noticed you sliding your body against Sam every time you walked by the poor man. I thought he was going to bite his damn bottom lip off," Kurt said moving so that he was standing in front of Mercedes with his arms crossed and a smile carved between his cheeks.
"I don't know what you two are talking about," Mercedes said narrowing her eyes at the both of them.
"Please," Santana said coolly, "the whipped cream, Cedes."
"And the cherry," Kurt added sublimely. "You are a temptress Miss Jones. Who knew? The way Sam jetted from the table. He couldn't take it anymore; you're going to give him a stroke."
"I hope you took care of him when you got back to the room," Santana said firmly.
"There was no "taking care of" to be done. If he has in your pants feelings, they're not my problem." Mercedes backed away from her friends but they followed until she fell against Santana's bed. Her friends loomed over her their smiles now turned to Cheshire cat like grins.
"Did he like all the lingerie you bought yesterday?" Kurt asked tapping the deep red bra strap exposed by her off the shoulder top. "I don't remember packing this for you."
"He -he -uh."
"You know, you're pretty transparent when you're turned on, Cedes," Santana said dropping down on the bed beside Mercedes. "We're not entirely sure what you and Sam have going on but we'd have to be idiots not to notice the way you two look at each other."
"Like you're practically starving. If you two are humping each other, it's obvious you're not doing it enough," Kurt said taking a seat on the other side of Mercedes.
"We haven't had sex," she said faintly.
"Why the hell not?" Santana shouted as she shot back up to her feet. "Mercedes Marie Jones, I swear, you better have ten good reasons as to why you're not fucking the life out of the man you've been secretly pining over since college."
"If it was such a secret then how did you two know?" She said staring between her friends.
"Well," Kurt began, "we just pick up on things about you. It's the same with any of us. Remember how you and I knew Santana wasn't going to go through with the engagement she had to that shitstain, Will?" Mercedes nodded, remembering the brillo-headed perv who was old enough to be any of their fathers. He'd coerced Santana into accepting his marriage proposal promising to make her a partner at his legal firm the moment she finished law school and passed her bar exam. After spending a harsh couple of hours being read like a newspaper by her two best friends, Santana called off the engagement and decided to take the noble route in life. She took a position as a law clerk with a small firm that she was well on track to becoming a lead attorney for. "And I'm sure you both remember that damn Sebastian who was trying to move me into his apartment after just one date." He said shaking his head as if trying to dislodge the memory.
"We can just tell, Mercedes. We always sort of hoped something would jump off with you and Sam and we've been waiting patiently for it to happen," Santana said as she sat back down.
"Too patiently for my taste," Kurt added. "Do you know how difficult you two make it for us to play Cupid?"
"Excuse me?" Mercedes asked still not firmly grounded in the conversation her friends insisted on having.
"How do you think you two got put in a room together?"
"You guys did that?"
"That wasn't totally cupid-related but Sam was so sad when you said you didn't want to come on the trip. We thought we'd do a little something extra for him. I may have accidentally switched our rooms when I checked us in."
"Kurt! You could have told me."
"I knew you wouldn't go for it. You'd be too worried about your loins taking over your entire body and make up some bullshit excuse to not share a room with him."
"What else have you two done?"
"We may or may not have been the ones to accidentally send Sam pictures of Quinn and the guy she was cheating on him with," Santana admitted unapologetically. "Oh, and there was that time after Sam's birthday party, when we accidentally left without you and you had to stay the night with him. That day when we moved into our apartment and Kurt and I ran to the grocery store for six hours so it was just you and Sam unpacking. And do you remember when we went to that lake to watch the fireworks on Memorial Day and how Kurt and I veered off from the trail leaving you and Sam alone the whole night?"
"More recently," Kurt chimed in, "There was that whole thing with the waitress the other day."
"You guys planned that?"
"No. We didn't plan to make her flirt with Sam and the whole thing with the cock ring was all his doing. But I saw an opportunity and I took it. He could have just as easily been Kurt's husband or even mine but I figured, why not use the opportunity to give you two another nudge."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Since college. When I introduced you guys junior year I felt...something...I don't know what it was but both of you were grinning like simpletons the entire time we talked," Kurt said shaking his head and laughing.
"You two still grin like that whenever you get together. Then, when you guys decided to go to senior formal together Kurt and I vowed to do everything in our power to get you two together short of locking both of you in a room and not letting you out until you decided to just go on a date already. Do you remember that night?"
"Do you think these shoes are too much?" Mercedes asked eyeing the sparkly silver pumps she'd just slipped into.
"They're flawless!" Kurt squeaked clapping his hands together. "Here, stand up let me see you." He pulled her up from where she sat seated on her bed and spun her around."
"You look absolutely stunning Ms. Jones."
Mercedes moved to the mirror nestled against the wall in her dorm room and looked herself over. She smoothed out the skirt of the knee-length one-shoulder black dress she wore. She raised her hands to her hips where the dress was cinched at the waist by a large sparkling band that matched her shoes. Her hair was curled carefully and swept back on one side and held in place by a shining silver barrette.
"Shit, Jonesey. You look hot tonight, my love!" Santana said sauntering into the room. She was wearing a long dark blue dress with a split exposing most of her toned left leg. She paired her dress with similar sparkley shoes but with golden hue instead of a silver one.
"And you look like sex on a stick, Miss Lopez," Mercedes said as Santana joined her in the mirror.
"And how do I look?" Kurt asked bumping the two out of the mirror to straighten his charcoal grey suit and spin in his copper-colored sparkling dress shoes."
"Like a dream," Puck said as he entered the room. "I might just have to take you instead of Satan over here," he said winking at Kurt.
"Rachel would be heartbroken if I showed up with someone else. I have to stand by my duty to escort the poor thing to the dance since she and Finn are on the outs again."
"As usual," Puck said rolling his eyes. "Are you all ready? Sam should be here any minute then we'll go get Rachel and head to the dance."
A knock on the door interrupted their primping and Mercedes rushed to answer it.
"Hi Sammy," Mercedes said reaching to hug him. He pulled back and slid his hands down her arms to hold her hands.
"You look…" Sam began.
"I wasn't sure about the shoes," Mercedes said looking down at her feet. Do you think they're too loud?"
"Not at all, Mercy. You look perfect."
Mercedes smiled happily slightly taken aback by his compliment.
"You look great too Sam; absolutely handsome."
"It doesn't matter what I look like. Nobody is going to be looking at me, just you. I don't know if I'm good enough to be seen with you. This suit was my dad's."
"Stop it, Sam. You look wonderful. I wouldn't want anyone else on my arm tonight."
"Me neither."
They spent the entire night dancing together and only left one another's company when nature called. Sam doted on Mercedes endlessly and she in turn, was more than ready to dance each time he got excited about a song he loved and ran with her to the dance floor. As the dance began to wind down, they stood closely together swaying back and forth to the last ballad of the night.
I should just kiss him, Mercedes thought. She raised her head from his chest and looked up at him. Nervous yet entirely prepared to do the thing she'd been dreaming of doing since the first time she laid eyes on Sam. He stared down at her with a serene look on his face. His green eyes searched her brown ones for something she wasn't aware of.
"You're a really good friend, Mercy. You mean a lot to me," he smiled kindly at her before speaking again, "I love you."
The statement took the wind out of her sails. Those were three words she'd always wanted to hear from Sam but not in that way. He only considered her a friend and she felt dumb for having misread their relationship. Fighting back tears, she smiled at him weakly and leaned her head back on his chest. He pulled her closer and pressed a kiss on her forehead. She sniffled as a few tears fell on the lapels of his jacket. She hurriedly wiped them away when the song ended and they parted from one another. Before he could ask if she was okay, she was already out of his reach and moving toward the exit.
"Noah and I were dancing next to you guys that night and Kurt saw you two at the door. You both looked so in love with each other the whole time you were together. We thought that finally, one of you would just blurt something out but Sam said that damn friend thing. We knew it hurt you. I saw that you were crying Cedes and when I talked to Kurt about it we knew that we had to intervene just a little."
"Why would you? If Sam only saw me as a friend what was there for you to do?" Mercedes snapped. She wasn't angry with her friends by any means. They were doing anything in their power to help her find happiness, but she still couldn't fight her clenching fists and irritated tone.
"You don't get it do you, honey pie? Kurt asked taking her hands in his. "We love you to the ends of Earth and back but we don't see you the way Sam does. We see you as friends but there's something different with him."
"And what is that exactly?"
"You'd have to ask him."
"Maybe you guys are reading too far into this. Has it ever crossed either of your minds that maybe Sam just wants to fuck me? That would certainly explain the way he looks at me." Mercedes winced at the crassness of her own words; words that she'd been too afraid to think let alone say. She wanted to have sex with Sam, but she knew that a purely physical relationship with him wouldn't be enough.
"Trust me, I give people that particular look on an hourly basis. It's more than that. Sam can be a little slow when it comes to women but he is no fool. If he only wanted to have sex with you, he's had countless opportunities to do so. He wouldn't still be trying to get you to spend quality time with him if that's all he wanted because I'm sure you would have given into him easily if he had pursued you in that manner."
"I don't know. That whole thing at formal, it was so long ago." Mercedes said calmly.
"Just take some time to think about it. We still have some time until we get to New Orleans. We won't mind if you skip breakfast today."
Mercedes nodded solemnly before leaving the room. She hurried past her own cabin where Sam was still waiting for her to get back and kept walking toward another car. An hour later, she found herself in an intense origami session, the table in front of her littered with a menagerie of paper animals. Mercedes didn't look up when the seat beside her pulled out and someone sat down.
"You're really good at this aren't you?" A voice said from her left side.
"I think I'm just really focused right now," she said folding the tail of another crane.
"It looks like you've got something on your mind, care to share?"
She sat her project on the table before looking over at Matthew sitting next to her.
"Hi," he said smiling gently.
"Hello. I'm sorry for not acknowledging you, I don't mean to be rude or anything. Things are just a little weird for me right now."
"Say no more. If you want to talk, I'd gladly listen. But if not, I could just sit here and tell you about my day."
"I'd like that," she said with a smile.
"Okay, but in exchange you have to teach me how to make something."
"Deal," said handing him a piece of brightly colored paper and taking one for herself.
Sam had spent half an hour waiting for Mercedes to return and the last half an hour looking for her. He stopped by Kurt and Santana's room first and the two didn't know where she had gone. Calling her cell phone resulted in no answer so he wandered around the train hoping to find her. When he did, he wasn't too pleased to see her laughing next to a guy who was typing something into his cell phone. As he walked closer to them, he could hear Mercedes rattling off her phone number to the guy. Sam felt a surge of heat rushing to his face as he stalked toward the table.
"Hey," he said plopping down in the seat across from her.
"Hi Sam," Mercedes said, a smile still glued to her face. "Sam, this is Matt. Matt this is Sam."
Matt extended his hand across the table for Sam to shake. Sam took it and gave Matt an overly-firm handshake.
"How do you two know each other?" Matt asked.
"We're married," Sam said quickly before Mercedes could answer the question. He ignored the glare she gave him and continued to speak. "She's my wife. I can't show you my ring because it's-"
"Sam!" Mercedes interjected. "He's joking, Matt. We were only pretending to be married so that little red-headed waitress would stop flirting with Sam. Right, Sam?"
"Right," he said rolling his eyes. "Well, Mercedes we should get going. Everyone is waiting for us to have breakfast." Sam rose from his seat and held a hand out for Mercedes. She pursed her lips and let out a huff of air.
"Right, it totally slipped my mind. We'll have to finish our origami lesson later."
"It's a date," Matt said and Sam groaned at the wink he shot Mercedes. When she got out of her seat, Sam grabbed her hand hastily and led her from the car.
"It was nice meeting you Mark," he said over his shoulder.
"You know that was rude don't you," Mercedes said tugging her hand away from his when they were out of Matt's sight. She stopped walking and stood with her hands on her hips. He stopped walking and spun around to face her.
"No, you know what's rude? Telling someone you'll be right back and then disappearing for an hour. I walked around this whole train looking for you and you're in there with that steward giving out your digits. What the hell, Mercedes?" His tone was much louder than he would have liked for it to be. He didn't know why exactly, but he didn't Mercedes anywhere near Matt or any other guy that wasn't him for that matter.
"I'm sorry I didn't come back Sam. I just realized I had some things I needed to think about." Mercedes didn't falter in her stance yet, her tone was calm, soft even, as she spoke to him.
"Something you couldn't talk to me about?" he voice dropped as he attempted to match her attitude.
"Not really, you're kind of part of the problem."
"How is that?"
"I'd rather not go through it right this second. Can we just have breakfast and discuss it later."
"Do you like that guy?"
"What?"
"That steward, do you like him?"
"He's a nice guy but I'm not in love with him or anything. I barely know him."
"But do you like him? Is he someone you want to date?"
"Why do you care?"
"I just do."
"If you can't give me a better answer than that, I can't answer your question," she said with a shrug. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet shuffling against the carpet.
"I don't want to talk about this now either. Just promise me we'll talk later," he said to the floor.
"I promise." She slid her hand in his and led him to the dining car where their friends were waiting for them to have breakfast.
The meal was lengthy and they had the pleasure of being served by their red-headed waitress. Sam and Mercedes managed to flirt casually with one another, holding hands across the table and sharing bites of their meals with one another.
Their meal finished slightly before the train pulled into the station in New Orleans. The group prepared themselves for another one of Kurt's fabulous city tours and found themselves waiting anxiously on the sidewalk as he hailed another cab. Kurt didn't share too many details about the upcoming day. He only told everyone that things would get more grown up as time went on.
The day began with light shopping and lunch at the Riverwalk Marketplace where both Sam and Mercedes had to be drug out of the Red Rocket Comics shop with matching pouts. After lunch, they hopped around to several museums, paying visits to The Southern Food and Beverage Museum, The Ogden Museum of Southern Art, and The New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum. The last of which, caused each of them to agree it was time for a drink. They ducked into a busy jazz club for dinner and drinks. Sam and Mercedes had managed to erase the awkwardness that was hovering over them earlier in the day and found themselves spending most the day enjoying each other's company as friends. After a couple of drinks when everyone was loosened up enough for Kurt's liking, he announced that their last stop would be the Allways Lounge and Theatre where they would be treated to a burlesque-style performance.
When the group finally found their way back to the train they were dancing and singing drunkenly and waving around the souvenirs they got form Allways –feather boas, top hats, a discarded bra Blain wore proudly over his polo shirt, and a pair of leather handcuffs attached to Santana and Mercedes - they all found themselves passed out and crowded in the small beds in Kurt and Santana's room. Kurt, Blaine, and Sam all lay sideways and cuddled into one another with their feet dangling from the bed. Brittany slept sitting up in the middle of the other bed with Mercedes and Santana cuddled on either side of her, their handcuffed arms draped across her middle.
Mercedes was one of the first to wake the next morning and when she attempted to roll out of the bed she realized too late that Santana was still attached to her. She drug Santana over Brittany and to the edge of the bed waking both girls in the process. Each of the girls laughed at the circumstance before getting out of bed and attempting to figure out where the handcuff key was. They woke Blaine, who was left in the opposite bed alone, and he informed them that Sam was the last one with the key and that he had gotten up and left the room a short time ago.
Santana and Mercedes fixed themselves up as much as they could, brushing their teeth and straightening their clothes from the previous evening, before exiting the room to look for Sam. They stopped at Cabin 26 first to find that he wasn't in the room. His wet towel was on his bed signaling that he'd already gotten dressed and was going about his day. After checking the spa, dining cars, and activity rooms, they finally found Sam in the gym jogging on a treadmill. As they moved in his direction, they also found the red-headed waitress draped over the side railing of Sam's machine running a finger over his bicep and licking her lips.
"She doesn't fucking get it does she?" Santana hissed as they moved closer. She moved her hands up to her hair and instinctively began to tie her long dark locks into a ponytail. "I'mma fight that bitch," she said yanking Mercedes' hand in the process of putting her hair up.
"Stop it, Tana. That won't even be necessary." Mercedes pulled their arms back down and continued to walk in Sam's direction. Her breath became suddenly short as she and Santana neared the two of them. She didn't fully comprehend her desire to slap the waitress into next week but she let the feelings overtake her none the less. She surely didn't like the fire rising in her belly and lapping at her sense of civility but she certainly liked that feeling more than the feeling of watching Sam being ogled by the bimbo.
A feeling she liked, and took no shame in doing so, was the one she got when she walked directly up to the front of Sam's treadmill, stepped onto the top of it, and pulled his head down to hers in a fervent kiss.
Sam stumbled at first, but somehow managed to keep running as he kissed Mercedes. Santana whooped wildly before shooing away the waitress once again.
"We needed the handcuff key," Mercedes said as she pulled away for a breath.
"You can have whatever you want," Sam said pulling away in a daze and stopping his machine.
"That bet, Sam," she began, combing a few strands of hair from his face.
"What about it?" He asked, his lips swollen and slightly wet.
"If I win, I want you to strip for me. If you win, I strip for you."
"Okay," he said nodding energetically.
"Why don't we both just lose?"
"Now?"
"Meet me in half an hour."
"The key, it's in my jeans from last night."
"See you in 30," she said, giving him a light peck on the lips and walking out of the gym with a cheering Santana in tow.
How was that? I think you can all guess what is coming in the next chapter! I'm just as excited as you are and I can't wait to type out some delicious Samcedes smut. If there is anything in particular that you would like to see, please feel free to share your ideas. Next chapter should be along in a couple of days. In the meantime, please review and let me know how you're feeling about the story thus far.
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