I'll start by saying that I don't own anything but I take full credit for the presentation of the smut.

So this is the chapter that we've all been waiting for, I guess. Well, I've been waiting for it. These two were just refusing to get down to business and I wasn't going to rush them along. So I just had to sit here patiently, twiddling my thumbs and clenching my thighs, for the past five chapters. Finally, this chapter will be the chapter in which I write detailed Samcedes smut and give no fucks about doing so. I hope I do it justice. I will stop talking now and let you have at it. ;)

Now wasn't the time for fear. Now wasn't the time for reservations, inhibitions, self-consciousness, or doubt. Mercedes felt none of those things and was instead happy to wrap herself in the confidence and certainty she found about her.

Mercedes made a mental list of all the things she wanted in that moment. The only thing that undoubtedly made the list was Sam. She brushed her hair until it was perfect - her bangs cascading over one side of her face and the rest of her hair swept over her shoulder - and applied a light coating of lip-gloss. She didn't worry about doing too much to herself other than showering and making herself neat. She knew she didn't have to do too much to prep for Sam. Sam wanted her in the middle of the night when her scarf had fallen off and her hair was strewn every which way around her face. He wanted her first thing in the morning when her breath wasn't at its best and her eyes were clogged with sleep. He wanted her as they danced closely and offbeat in a New Orleans jazz club, when she was flustered and speechless in the middle of a dining car, and even when she'd had one of the most awkward moments of her life by having a sex dream in front of him.

Sam had always seemed to make his desire for her known and Mercedes had always managed to brush off his flirting as friendliness. She hadn't thought anything of him telling her how beautiful she was as he stroked her hair until she fell asleep in his bed after his birthday party. Nothing of him blushing when he'd uncovered the box of her unmentionables as they moved her into her new apartment and sheepishly confessing to her that he'd love to see her in some of the lacy things he happened across. Nothing of him staring at her, completely ignoring the impressive fireworks display on Memorial Day, and telling her there was nowhere else he'd rather be. Somehow, Mercedes had managed to put all of these moments into a box in the back of her mind but suddenly, the box was opening and Mercedes was forced to face the fact that it was entirely possible for Sam to want her for more than physical company.

She promised herself that she'd address the issue with Sam after the sexual elephant was out of the room. Whatever happened, she promised herself that she and Sam would talk and if she found out that he only wanted her in a physical manner, then she would fuck his brains out for the remainder of the trip and when they returned to New York, she would begin dating again and see what else was out there. She would put - shove if she had to - her feelings for Sam back into the box and seal the thing with the strongest tape she knew: denial.

She checked herself out in the mirror. Straightening the honey brown bra and panty set she wore. She paired it with a new silk black robe and sat down on her bed to wait for Sam. She stared absentmindedly out of the window, watching dark clouds produce rain that landed heavily against the glass. Her attention was stolen when she heard her cell phone ringing.

"Hello," she said into the device.

"Hey Cedes, you ready?" Santana asked eagerly from the other end of the line.

"Tana, did you really have to make this call?"

"Yes, I told Kurt about your little make out session at the gym. I also may have mentioned the bet you told me about and he said I should call you to make sure you're not hyperventilating."

"Tell Kurt I'm fine and you don't have to check up on me. Plus, you two aren't exactly helping me get into the mood."

"Don't mind us," Kurt yelled into the receiver, "we're just making sure you're okay."

"Fuck him good, Cedes. Do him just like you did Finn and put him into a sex coma for three days."

"Shut up, Tana. I'm just going to do whatever comes naturally and I'll see you lovely folks when we get to San Antonio."

"If all goes well, you two should be plastered to your bed by the time we get to San Antonio. I don't expect to see either of you later," Kurt said.

"We'll see," Mercedes said with a giggle.

Suddenly, the door opened and Sam walked in with a determined look on his face. His green eyes snapped immediately to her and he bit his bottom lip hungrily.

"I have to go you guys. There's a man in my room." Mercedes clicked the end button silencing the cheers coming from the other end of the line.

Sam walked into the room and locked the door behind him. He tossed his gym clothes onto the floor, kicked off his sneakers, and made his way over to Mercedes. He extended a hand to her and pulled her up from the bed. She dropped her cell phone against her bedside table and each of them ignored the loud thunk of the device against the wood.

"You are so beautiful," Sam said, pulling Mercedes into his arms and planting a kiss on her lips. He traced the lines of her mouth with his tongue and glided across the seam of her lips. She parted her mouth, accepting his tongue and massaging it with her own. She pulled back from him when she needed to breathe and switched to placing a few wet kisses down his neck and on the exposed skin above his t-shirt before pushing him away.

He protested with a groan before Mercedes said simply, "Strip."

He smiled and backed away from her slowly. Mercedes picked up her cell phone and picked out a song for Sam to strip to. She settled on Marcy Playground's "Sex and Candy" and turned the volume as high as it could go. She sat the phone down and sat back down on her bed to watch Sam start his show.

Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly

He moved his body slowly to the beat and peeled off his black t-shirt. He ran his hands down his chest and moved to stand between Mercedes' legs. He licked his lips as he placed his hand on her right leg, uncrossed it from her left leg, and lifted it gently before placing it on the ground, rubbing her thighs the entire time. He placed a hand on each of her knees and pulled her legs apart. He moved his head between her legs and gave her a quick lick over her panties. She moved her hips up, whimpering as he moved away.

"Not yet," he whispered, giving her inner thigh a kiss. He moved in between her legs, rubbing himself against her center and grabbed her mouth to his, tugging on her bottom lip, sucking away any remnants of the cherry gloss she wore, and leaving her breathless as he pulled away from her.

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair?
Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?
Mama this surely is a dream

He stood back up and traced his fingers over the buckle of his belt. He undid the buckle and slid his belt effortlessly from the loops it was settled in. He slammed the belt to the floor with a flourish and returned his hands to his jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and placed his thumbs at the waist of them. He rolled his body as he slid the pants over his hips, past his thighs, and down his knees and calves to the ground. He stepped out of the pants and tucked his thumbs into the band of his boxers to repeat his actions.

Yeah mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this must be my dream

Mercedes' breath hitched as Sam first slid the boxers down a few inches to reveal the beginning of his impressive member and then slid them down to the floor revealing himself completely, hard and ready for her.

"Your turn," he said with a devilish smirk, dropping onto his bed and taking his cock into his hand. He picked up Mercedes phone and stroked himself absently as he searched for a song. He decided on Creep's "You" and sat back on his bed, waiting patiently for Mercedes to get a feel for the song and begin dancing.

She rocked her shoulders back and forth before rising from her bed and taking two seductive steps over to stand directly in front Sam. She untied her robe and let it slip from her body.

Can I get a taste of you?
Thirsty for everything you do

She pushed Sam back on his bed and hovered over him. She licked him slowly from his navel to neck stopping at the underside of his chin. She felt his dick jump beneath her and smiled against his neck. She sat up, straddling him and began to rub her soaked panties against his dick.

I wanna get ya inside
I'll make sure that you're all right
And we can do it all night
Yeah we can do it all night

She moved her hips in slow circles against him dragging her fingers over his chest and bringing her hands up her own body, massaging her breasts as she ground her body against his. He instinctively put his hands on her hips to try and guide her movements. She snatched his hands in hers and leaned down to put them down on the bed, palms up, on either side of his head.

"No touching," she said teasingly against his ear, giving the lobe a lick before pulling herself up and moving her hands back to her own body. She unclasped her bra and stifled the grin that came to her face when he groaned beneath her clenching his hands, itching to touch her.

You want it
Quit lying
Come try it
You can't fight it

Mercedes got up from the bed and Sam immediately sat up, following her every move. She pulled his face to her, rubbing his lips briefly over her clit before turning around and swaying her ass in his face. She bent slightly and peeled her underwear from her body, bending further as she pulled the lacy garment around her knees and down to her ankles. She stood bent in front of him, enjoying the feel of his labored breath on her exposed pussy lips for a moment before stepping out of her underwear and turning to face him again.

"You ready?" Mercedes asked, placing a finger under Sam's chin and lifting his face to meet her eyes.

"You don't know just how ready I am, Miss Jones," he growled as he rose to his feet and took her into his arms. They stood kissing for a moment, Sam letting his hands roam all over Mercedes' soft flesh. He moved excitedly enjoying the feel of her breasts, her hips, and her ass in his hands, unable to decide where he wanted to focus.

Mercedes decided to take control. She took Sam's hands in her own and slid them gently from her body. She began to leave a trail of deep kisses down the center of his torso, lowering herself until she was on her knees in front of him. She licked up his shaft, allowing him to feel the full topside of her budded tongue, and licked back down with the smooth underside of it. She cupped the head of him between her warm palms and held him in place as she repeated the action. Sam twitched at the sensation and stared down at Mercedes with pleading eyes.

"Please, Mercedes," he grunted, "stop teasing."

She licked down his shaft and quickly took the sensitive head of his dick into her mouth sucking it mildly and sweeping her tongue over the slit to taste his pre-cum.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, savoring the taste and feel of him inside her mouth, causing Sam to grab a fistful of her hair as his knees buckled slightly from her vibrations.

She slid him slowly into her mouth. Her lustful eyes focused on his face; she particularly enjoyed the 'O' shape of his swollen pink lips and the words that weren't quite intelligible escaping from his mouth. She moved her mouth slowly around him at first, then picked up speed, taking in as much of him as she could. She sucked him in until she could feel him against the back of her throat before quickly sliding her head back and releasing his dick with an audible 'pop'. She did it again and again until he was shaking, his thighs trembling as he thrust himself into her mouth. She wrapped her hand lightly around his balls and massaged them with her thumb as she continued to bob her head on his cock.

"Oh fuuuuuck, Mercy, I'mcomingI'mcoming," Sam hissed, his body jerking and his hot seed coating the back of her throat.

She swallowed his cum and licked his softening dick clean. He pulled her to her feet and attacked her mouth with his, tasting himself on her tongue. He reached down between them and rubbed his fingers against her soaked center. She yanked his bottom lip with her teeth when he immersed two fingers inside of her and began giving her long slow strokes

"Sammy," she moaned sucking at his bottom lip.

"You like that?"

She surrendered a low sob into his chest and pawed at his shoulders.

"I asked you a question, Mercy?" He inserted another finger causing her to drive her nails into his chest. "Does. My. Mercy. Like. That?" With every word he pressed his curved fingers firmly against her anterior wall, hitting her g-spot and making her hips jerk.

"I-I-I like it," she managed to stutter out. "Sammmm, I'm gonna-"

"Not yet," he said shushing her with his lips. "I need to taste you first." He dropped down to his knees and held his arms out to her. She folded her body into his and he laid her on her back. He kissed her lips and kissed, sucked, and licked his way down her body, stopping to pay extra attention to her breasts, swirling his tongue over her areola and sucking and nipping gently at her nipples. He ignored her hips thrusting up to him trying to generate the sensation she needed to come. He pushed her hips down and slid his body down hers. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her against his awaiting tongue. He gave her one forceful lick that caused her to try to clamp her legs shut around his head. He moved his arms in between her thighs, holding her hips and pressing her legs to the ground with his forearms as he continued to lick her.

She raked her fingers against the carpet attempting to grab hold of the short red fibers when Sam began to moan against her clit, telling her how good she tasted. She gave up on the carpet and instead laced her fingers into Sam's hair, pulling him deeper into her.

Her hips lifted from the floor repeatedly, brushing against the unforgiving carpet, when Sam began to roll his tongue inside of her and rub on her clit with the pads of his fingers. She moaned out a string of muddled curses as her body squirmed beneath him. He kept at his oral caresses, holding her to him as best he could and sipped her, partaking greedily of her ecstasy as she came.

He pecked his way back up her body, kissing every trembling inch of her as she came down from her high. He stopped at her lips and briefly let her taste just how good she was. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her hips to him again.

"You want me to fuck you, Mercy?" She nodded and he quickly reached up to grab one of the condoms she laid out for them. He put it on and aligned himself at her entrance. He stared down at her briefly, searching her eyes for any signs of hesitance. She opened her legs wider and braced herself against his shoulders. He guided himself into her, each of them wincing slightly - her at his size and him at the tight feel of her - and paused for a moment. She took a deep breath and dug her nails into him and he slid the rest of the way into her before pulling himself out and going back in just as careful as the first time.

"Faster," she demanded after a couple more of the slow thrusts. Sam eagerly complied, lifting her slightly by her thighs so he could drive into her more rapidly. He panted overtop of her, leaning down to capture her mouth and release his moans, grunts, and groans into her. He lifted his gaze slightly and tried to focus on the window. He tried to count the number of rain drops tapping against the glass and resisted every urge he had to come at that moment. He was intent on making her come first, as hard as possible, and would do anything he could to make sure that happened.

He reached a hand between them and rubbed her as he drove into her, more urgently than before, needing to feel himself back inside of her the moment he slid out. She screamed a garbled version of his full name as she clenched around him repeatedly shaking as she climaxed. He let himself go, the rain flashing in front of him as his eyes flickered and his vision blurred slightly. He collapsed on top of her, huffing into her chest. Her breath was as irregular as his was and she wrapped herself around him tightly trying to calm herself down.

Before long, they were passed out on the carpet, Sam's entire body wrapped around Mercedes from behind and her arms clenched over his keeping him around her.

Sam didn't know how long he slept. When he woke, the room was slightly darker than before and along with the rain still pelting against the window, the only other sound in the room was that of Mercedes' slow, consistent breaths as she slept in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her tighter and pressed himself completely against her backside burying his face in her hair.

"I love you," he whispered, almost silently to her sleeping form. He wasn't surprised by the words, but he was certainly surprised that they left his mouth instead of being tossed around and caged inside of his head. She stirred beneath him momentarily and his heart raced as he feared she had heard his confession. He held his breath and heard her let out a small whine before becoming still again. He exhaled, relaxing into her and enjoying the feel of her in his arms for a little while longer.

Sam loved the way he felt inside of Mercedes, she welcomed him eagerly into her body and the feeling of being completely wrapped in her drove him wild. But as he held her, he realized that he would trade anything in the world just for an opportunity to hold her. The feel of the heat of her body against his was worth more than anything he owned and Sam knew that he'd give up anything he'd have to experience this feeling again.

When Mercedes did wake, she opened her eyes to see Sam's cell phone in front of her. His thumb moved quickly over the screen as he sent off a text message to Kurt. She turned her head slightly to see him resting on her shoulder and staring at the screen.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, tossing the phone on the floor and trying to fight the idiotic grin he felt coming to his face.

"Nope, not at all." She turned onto her back and he moved to settle himself on top of her. He nuzzled her neck and she gently stroked his back.

"Kurt says that if we can move we should come have dinner with everyone," Sam told her between delicate kisses to collarbone.

"Okay," she replied, tilting her head back, encouraging him to continue.

"So, you told them about us?" He asked, already knowing the answer to her question.

"Yeah, Santana wasn't exactly letting me off the hook after I attacked you in the gym. I kind of spilled everything and even had to sit through a lecture about cockblocking myself by not being on birth control. Are you mad?" She looked at him with concerned eyes. He kissed her lips and smiled against them.

"Not at all, I want to climb on top of this train and shout it to strangers. Though I'm sure enough people have heard us already," he said with a laugh.

"I think you're right," she said hiding her head in his neck. "Well, maybe we should get dressed and try and see a little bit of San Antonio. Besides, I could eat."

"So could I," he said dipping down and taking one of her breasts into his mouth. She moaned, letting him flick her nipple with his tongue for a moment.

"Sam, you have the next couple of days to eat me all you like," she said cupping her breasts in her hands and shielding them from his now pouting mouth. "I promise you'll get another opportunity. But I'm just saying, even though Kurt is supporting this 100%," she said pointing between the two of them, "I'm sure we're slightly on his bad side for missing his San Antonio tour."

"Yeah, I guess we should at least show our faces."

"Yep, now let's get up."

After quick, separate showers, they left the deserted train and purchased an umbrella in the station. While they stopped, they called Kurt and he instructed them to walk the short distance to the Bill Miller BBQ restaurant where the group was waiting for a table.

"How was it?" Brittany said as soon as Sam and Mercedes stepped through the door and joined their friends. "You know, the sex," she finished when Sam and Mercedes looked at her with confused expressions.

"What?" Mercedes said, looking around at the other patrons that had undoubtedly heard Brittany's statement.

Sam looked directly to Santana who seemed as shocked as he and Mercedes.

"Don't look at me," she said, holding her hands up, and failing to suppress a laugh. "All I told them is that you two would be joining us later. I said nothing about the two of you doing the horizontal tango."

"Well, I think we kind of caught on," Blaine said nonchalantly as he read over the restaurant's menu with Kurt. "Especially after the other night in New Orleans, you two were all over each other. In addition to that, Denise told me about you guys sucking face in the gym. I thought if you weren't already getting it on, you would be soon if you stayed in that room together long enough."

"Who is Denise?" Sam asked.

"Waitress, red hair, kind of a whore," he waited for the understanding nods before continuing. "Anyway, I don't know you guys that well, but from what I've heard from Kurt, both of you needed that." Kurt smiled widely and nodded at Blaine's statement. Luckily, for Sam and Mercedes, their table was called before he could make one of his own.

Aside from a couple of jokes at Sam and Mercedes' expense that included one in which Santana expressed her surprise at the duo having any appetite at all after feasting on one another, the dinner was relatively uneventful. After the bill was paid, they stopped for ice cream and another zinger from Santana when Sam ordered a chocolate and vanilla swirl cone, and took their time in taking the short walk back to the train.

Sam and Mercedes escorted Santana and Brittany to Brittany's cabin, said their goodnights to Kurt and Blaine, and were soon back in their own room where Mercedes "accidentally" dropped what was left of her ice cream onto Sam's lap and found herself rubbing at the front of his jeans to try and clean the mess she'd made. Her cleaning attempt was ineffective, but she did succeed in making a tent appear in front of his pants that she was happy to help him get rid of.

Hours later, Sam and Mercedes lay in her bed, still and silent. Sam lay on his back, cradling Mercedes' body to his and feeling her warm breath against his chest. He slid his hands up and down her backside grazing her ass and the thigh of the leg she entwined between his. He broke the silence between them unable to sleep and needing to let go of the thoughts that rattled around his head.

"Mercedes?"

"Hmm?" she answered, still fully awake.

"What are we?"

"Two people who probably won't be able to walk straight for a couple of days," she said with a chuckle.

"Seriously," he said giving her ass a smack and pulling her further on top of him. "What do I tell someone if they ask about us?"

"Depends on who you're telling," she said with a shrug.

"Huh?"

"Well," she said propping herself up, "there's no use in telling Kurt and Santana because they already know. I'm also sure that Noah somehow already knows something so we shouldn't have to bother with him either. If you're telling that waitress...well you shouldn't even be talking to that musty bit-"

"What if Matt asks?" he said cutting her off not wanting to touch the obviously sore subject at that moment. "What if he asks if we have something going on."

"What do you want to tell him?"

"You're making this conversation difficult."

"I promise you, that's not my intention," she said shaking her head, her hair gently grazing his chest. "I just want to know what you're thinking before I give you an answer. So, on the off-chance that Matt approaches you and asks if we're "together" or something like that, what would you like to tell him?"

"I'd like to tell him that if he ever plans on getting any closer to you than a handshake that he should probably step the fuck off."

"Then tell him that," she said coolly.

"You're okay with that?" He asked skeptically.

"I kind of have to be, don't I? Especially if I own up to the fact that I was the one who tongued you down in the gym full of people. I kind of already claimed you as mine. Are you okay with that?"

"Absolutely," he answered with certainty.

"So, in response to your original question, you can tell people whatever you want. You can tell them we're fucking, tell them we're friends who also like to kiss, and you always have the option to tell them it's none of their business. It doesn't matter what you say as long as it's not something we haven't discussed. Beyond those answers, I don't think there is any more defining of our relationship to be done at this point."

"What do you mean?"

"We don't have to try and define our relationship to satisfy everyone who asks. You and I know what we have, Sam."

"What is that exactly?" He asked wanting to be sure that they were on the same page.

"I honestly don't think there is a wrong answer here, babe. What do you think we have?"

"Well, I think we have this amazing physical relationship and..." he trailed off wanting to choose his next words wisely.

"And?"

"Personally," he said taking a deep breath, "I'd really like to explore a serious relationship with you."

"I feel the same way," she said smiling and cupping his cheek and stroking it. "But I just don't think this is the time to do that."

"Why not?"

"Because we're in a bubble right now. There's only you and Kurt and Santana in my life at the moment and they're keeping busy, so it's just you. You have all my time, my attention, my energy, and things just won't be that way when this trip is over."

"So I shouldn't get too attached?" He said jokingly, grabbing her to him.

"No, it's obviously already too late for that," she giggled. "All I'm saying is that we should enjoy the rest of the trip and when we get back home, then we can talk about exploring whatever else there may be between us if we still want to. How does that sound?"

"Fair enough. I think I like that idea but I do need to add some conditions."

"Like?"

"I need to kiss you in front of Matt or you need to tell him to stop flirting with you because I won't stand for any more of it. I'm not sharing you," he said sternly.

"Fine. So we're agreeing to be totally exclusive."

"Yep, no flirting either and no giving out your phone number to anyone that isn't Blaine or Brittany, or else."

"Or else what?"

He licked his lips and studied her before answering, "You still got those handcuffs?"

"I sure do," she said, kissing him. "Since we're adding conditions, there will be no letting rusty-haired waitresses feel you up in the gym."

"She barely touched me," he said and shielded himself too late from the pluck Mercedes landed against his nose.

"She shouldn't be touching you at all if you're mine."

"You're right. You're the only one who gets to feel me up from now on."

"You got that right. And believe that this sexy brown ass of mine belongs solely to Sam Evans for the remainder of this trip."

"And then afterwards, like for the rest of your life," he said under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"We'll see, Sammy. You may just be stuck with me."

"I'm okay with that."

"Go to sleep," she said settling back down onto his chest.

"Good night, Mrs. Jones-Evans."

"Good night, Sammy."

I feel I can let out a huge sigh of relief now that we got that over with. Now they can just screw to their heart's content and I can write about it! Everyone wins!

As always, thanks to everyone for reading, favoriting, alerting, and especially reviewing. I love to hear from you guys!

I'm starting on the next chapter now. I think I want to hear more from some of the other characters. Let me know if you want any specific pairings (friendship or otherwise) and we'll see what happens.