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So it's Saturday already? Man where is the weekend going? Woooh. And I am super amped up for this chapter because I've been planning it since I started writing this fic. So I'm really excited to get this to you. I hope you like it. sorry for any typos btw.
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Saturday Morning
"Lieutenant Jones" Sam beckoned the curvy woman in the knee high black boots, black nylons and short red Star Fleet Command Uniform that barely skimmed over her round posterior. She turned her head and smiled at him kindly, her long ponytail wrapping around her shoulder as she turned from her command center.
"Yes Mr. Sam" she asked the blond haired, green eyed Vulcan. These were traits from his human mother which were the cause of so much teasing of his home planet when he was a child. However his naturally high eyebrows, and pointed ears all harkened to his Vulcan father. He stood tall and seemingly emotionless in his blue uniform and black pants.
"Have you finished translating the foreign transmission we received?" he asked in an authoritative voice.
"Why yes Mr. Sam" Mercedes answered handing him her transcription. He nodded handing the paper to Captain Puck to review.
"Mister Sam?" Lieutenant Chang asked donning his yellow uniform top as he approached Sam. "When you have a moment, I would like to discuss a few of the Vulcan mental forms of warfare with you"
Sam nodded silently agreeing to his request "After Lieutenant Jones lyre lesson I will gladly assist you in you endeavor" Turning back to the doe eyed Lieutenant Sam reminded her "Your lesson starts in ten minutes"
"Yes Mister Sam" she nodded smiling gently.
Sam nodded to his Captain before heading off into the elevator to their lounge area, which normally bustling with other officers, was silent, empty which was how Sam preferred the area when he was teaching his student.
Lieutenant Jones entered punctually, ten minutes later. She sat down in the chair as Sam handed her the instrument. She had been the only human on the ship to grasp the concept of the complex instrument from his home planet, and there fore the only one he'd been able to teach it to. As they review some of the chords he'd taught her he noticed her looking at him strangely. "Is there a problem Lieutenant?' he asked his voice sowing a bit of the human emotion concern.
"I was just wondering Mr. Sam, why do you never ask me any additional questions about myself" she asked her teacher and mentor longingly.
"Additional questions are illogical" Sam replied. "I already know your file. You are Lieutenant Mercedes Jones, human woman from the planet earth. You have a mother, father, and older brother. You graduated at the top of your Star Fleet class, in linguistics. You-"
"No I understand that" Mercedes sighed placing the lyre back on its stand. "But you never ask me personal questions. We don't have conversations. Like why don't you tell me I'm an attractive young lady, or ask me if I'd ever been in love? Tell me how your planet Vulcan looks on a lazy evening when the moon is full?" she smiled sweetly.
"Vulcan has no moon" Sam stated perplexed by her line of conversation.
"I'm not surprised Mr. Sam" she sighed, picking back up the lyre to finish her lesson. At eh end of their lesson, she handed the instrument back to her teacher adding "Thank you"
"You're quite welcome Ms. Mercedes" he nodded when he noticed she was standing close to him. He flinched back slightly unsure of her current course of action.
"Wait" she said smiling still inching slowly close to him. "I want to try something, an unscientific experiment f you will" appealing to his logical sensibility. She leaned on her toes and pressed her lips to his cheek, planting a kind kiss to his skin. She pulled away and smiled "Well It worked" she smiled walking past the alien.
"What was the purpose of that gesture?" he questioned confused and interested.
"To see if you really do have a human side to you" she smiled as she turned back from the sliding door answering his question.
"And how did your action possibly prove that?" he questioned still plagued by confusion.
"Because of the blush that ran from your cheeks, to your Vulcan ears" she smiled as she left the room.
Sam rushed over to the closest reflective surface to see the rush of blood turning his cheeks and ears a bright pink hue. And suddenly another human trait revealed itself as a smile slowly grew across his lips.
Sam lightly jerked, waking himself from his dream, to find he couldn't move his left arm. He turned to find it under Mercedes shoulder, as she slept on her side. Lightly he nudged her, quickly slipping his arm from under her as she adjusted to his movement. He rolled towards the window to find the sun was just coming up. He sat up and stretched, yawning as he did. He looked at the time on his phone to find it was still early. Remembering that he wanted to get to the general store when it opened, he slid out of bed, making sure not to shift too much, as to disturb Mercedes. He silently grabbed some clothing out of his bag, taking them into the bathroom to change. He then brushed his teeth and washed his face making sure he was prepared for the day.
He turned off the light and opened the door, to find Mercedes still in a deep slumber. He tip toed over to her and hovered near her peaceful, dreaming face. He took in every curve and inch of it, attempting to etch it into memory. He realized just how beautiful she was, and found himself smiling at her. Holding his breath he pressed butterfly light kisses to her eyelids. He then pulled back noticing her eyeballs moving rapidly under their lids, and he prayed that whatever she was dreaming about, he was somewhere in it. Licking his lips he hovered over her exposed ear, and in a low, soft whisper he hushed "I love you Mercedes" hoping somewhere in her subconscious she heard him.
Sliding her keys off of her night stand, he slipped out of the bedroom door, closing it softly behind him.
"I love you Mercedes"
She smiled at the words, and rolled over, reaching for Sam after hearing them in her dream. She placed her hand on his side of the bed, finding it empty. As she opened her eyes, she found his section of the bed made, and his pillow was cold, indicating he'd been up. The sun was shining brightly into the room, illuminating everything. She looked around when a sweet floral scent hit her. She rolled over to her night stand to find a bouquet of wild flowers granting her a hardy good morning from a large silver basin that was normally in the kitchen. Sliding into a seated position in bed, she delicately reached out running her finger over the soft peddles, admiring their vibrant colors. She smiled, in awe of the bright yellow, reds, oranges, and lavender all ran into each other, seemingly clashing, but actually creating the perfect color pallet. She leaned forward, sticking her nose into the middle of them, inhaling their sweet fragrance, sighing happily.
Whipping the covers back from her legs, she placed her feet onto the floor, stretching, preparing herself to start the day. Placing her slouch slipper socks onto her feet, she made her way to the kitchen, when she heard noises originating from the general area. She stopped in the door way when she found Sam hard at work over the stove. His t-shirt was folded and hanging out of the back pocket of his worn in jeans, leaving him in nothing but a ribbed tank top. She giggled to herself as she watched him slave over the hot stove, the muscles in his back and arms flexing as she worked the pan over the hot eyes of the appliance. She fought the feeling but ultimately found her self making her way over to him.
Sam was deep in concentration as he worked on breakfast. He was so focused on his task he was surprised when into his view, two small hand reached from behind his waist, wrapping themselves around his torso. He smiled at the feeling of large soft breast and a round cheek rested against his back, snuggling up close to him.
"Morning" she sang sweetly, sending the vibration of her voice into his spine.
"Morning" he replied, taking the time to lean into her embraced. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the warmth of her body vanished, causing him to turn and see where the source had gone. He turned in enough time to see her hop upon the wooden island counter, making her self comfortable as she crossed her legs at the ankle. He quickly transferred his scrambled eggs to a serving plate near by, and turned off the stove. He walked to her, placing his waist, right between her knees, greeting her with a gentle kiss to her plump lips. She accepted it, wrapping her arms around his neck, locking her fingers at its nape.
"I think I have a secrete admirer" she giggled playfully
"Why do you say that?" he questioned, breathing her in.
"Because someone was sweet enough to break into the room and leave me a beautiful bouquet of flowers" she shrugged. "You may have competition"
"You liked them?" he questioned with a smirk
"Yes I do. They are wonderful, thank you" she replied, playing the small patch of hair at the base of his neck. "You were busy this morning"
"Yeah" he sighed. "I hope you don't mind that I used your car. I had some… things to pick up" he shrugged looking down.
"No. No problem" she smiled, trusting him. "What things, may I ask?"
"Well I needed more…. Uh…" he paused not wanting to make her uncomfortable. He looked into Mercedes face, her eyes searching his, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "Well since we, you know, last night, I needed more condoms" he admitted, having only two in his position, using both the previous day. He quickly added "That doesn't mean I expect anything more. I mean just because last night happened, doesn't mean I expect it again or anything. No pressure. It's just in case you wanted to do it again, I would be prepared"
Mercedes smiled softly, holding back a laugh at his explanation. She pressed a small kiss to his lips. "Well thanks" she sighed. "What else did you get?"
"Well I got that, your flowers, and some other special things, that are a surprise for later" he hinted, wiggling his eyebrows in an attempt to create suspense. "Oh and as I was driving back, I saw some people setting up a random road side fruit stand. So I stopped and got a great deal" he beamed pointing to a small crate on the other side of the island from where Mercedes was perched.
"Oh" she smiled taking inventory of the container. "Peaches, blue berries, black berries" she named
"And" she smiled walking over to the sink. He pulled up a wet colander of fruit that he had freshly washed. "Strawberries" he announced as he removed one of the larger berries from the dish. Holding it by its stem, he shook some of the excess water from it, as he held it to her lips.
She smiled as she bit into the plump fresh fruit being fed to her. Some of its juice escaped her lips, dripping down towards her chin. Before she had a chance to wipe it with her fingers, she found Sam's full lips against her bottom one, doing the job for her. She kissed him back, sharing some of the fruit between them as their tongues lightly touched.
"Yummy" she smiled still chewing a bit of strawberry as she touched her lips. He smiled back at her in agreement, but about her lips.
Mercedes sighed contently as she wrapped her hands around his neck again, this time pressing her forehead to his. His eyes where focused down as she asked "Well I see you made breakfast, ready to eat?" She paused for a second waiting for an answer. When she didn't get one after a moment she trained to where his eyes were focused. A small lavender triangular patch of her panties had crept out, from under her sleep shirt, when she sat on top of the counter. "Sam!" she giggled whacking him lightly in the arm as she covered her upper thighs.
"What?" he grinned not at all ashamed of the object of his focus "They say it's the meal of champions" he shrugged playfully
"Sam!" she squealed an octave louder, laughing this time at his brazen answer. "I meant food" she clarified.
"You have your definition of food, I have mine" he replied unapologetically.
"Come on" she sighed as she hopped off of the counter, grabbing a serving plate of bacon in one hand, and his belt loop in another, tugging him towards the table to eat, but not before he grabbed the plate of eggs he'd prepared earlier.
The two shared breakfast, feasting on eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh strawberries, as they talked about their plans for the day. Because of all of the events of the pervious day, they both agreed that they wanted to stay closer to the house that day, and take advantage of the natural lake in their back yard. Sam gushed about swimming, and how excited he was to get into the water. He then begged Mercedes to join him, disappointed when she gave him a noncommittal "We'll see" and a shrug as her answer. He pouted causing Mercedes to laugh loudly at his sad face.
They took the time to clean up their dishes and the kitchen. When they were half way through with their task, Mercedes told Sam to go and get dressed to swim, releasing him of his clean up duties. "Are you sure?" he questioned not wanting to leave her with the rest of the dishes.
"Yes" she reassured for the fourth time. "Now go and change before I change my mind" she orders. He quickly kissed her on the cheek, and ran out of the room. By the time the last dish was being placed in the washer, Sam ran through the kitchen like lightning out of the back door, in a flash of board shorts and skin. She rushed to the window laughing, as he ran off of the long dock area, losing his shoes in the process before yelling and jumping into the bight shining waters of the lake. She watched him for a moment and smiled to herself before completing her cleaning, and heading to the bed room.
Sam flipped, dove, and splashed around in the cool lake water, enjoying his swim. The sun shown brightly, siding light rays off of the water, dancing in ripples on its reflective surface. He floated on his back, realizing how much he loved to swim, happy that he had the opportunity to do so at least once this summer. He heard the sound of faint music as he allowed his body to sink back under the surface of the water. Noticing it was coming from the dock back at the house, he swam over to the wooden latter that lead up to the top. When he climbed it he was greeted to an amazing sight.
He smiled broadly as he eyed Mercedes dressed in a sweet heart cut navy and white halter one piece bathing suit, cut in an old 50's pin-up style complete with ruching that formed what looked from the front to be shorts. She had a red wrap around her waist as she slid her slide in wedged sandals off, and laid a large fluffy towel out for her to lie on. She dropped her wrap and relaxed on her make shift towel pallet making sure her iPhone, which was supplying the music was in a safe and dry place before she relaxed in the warmth of the sun.
He pulled himself out of the water onto the wooden deck studying her as she slathered herself in sunscreen. "Ugh unless Mary and Dwight's last name suddenly turned into glass, you're blocking my light" Mercedes said cheeky looking at him from over her black sunglasses with a smirk. Sam noticed the additional towels at her feet and grinned as she added, "I saw you were to excited to grab one so there you go"
"Swim with me" he stated licking his lips.
"I don't feel like getting my hair wet" she replied adding more sun screen to her body.
"I won't splash you, just swim with me" he repeated.
"No thank you" she smiled standing up as she squirted sun screen into her hands. Without asking she began slathering the cream onto his shoulders and chest adding "You're going to burn out here" Sam smiled as her hands traveled over his skin, causing his internal temperature to rise in addition to the heat the sun was supplying. "Turn" she ordered as she began to coat his back, happy that he couldn't see her checking him out as she covered him in the sun protectant.
"Swim with me?" he asked again once she was finished. "Come on 'Cedes"
She simply shook her head, choosing to sit back down on her towel and soak up some sun. Sam pouted, sad she chosen to stick to her guns and he was unable to persuade her. Suddenly he smiled as he leapt off of the dock back into the water. He began to splash while yelling "Oh it's so cool in here, and so much fun. Oh 'Cede you don't know what your missing"
Mercedes laughed at Sam's antics, reminding her of something she assumed Stevie to do to get his way. Suddenly she thought about something and smiled as she silently got up, and snuck off to the shed attached to the house, hopping what she was looking for was still there.
Sam climb back up the wooden ladder after five minutes of yelling and splashing in an attempt to persuade Mercedes to join him in the water, to find her towel empty. He looked around for her, finding that all of her things including her still playing phone.
"Looking for something" he heard from behind him. Turning his head he found Mercedes set a drift on a large black inner tube. He smiled happy to see she finally decided to join him in the water. Then he pouted playfully adding "Hey, where's mine?" before he noticed she pulled another one along with her. Sam jumped back into the water causing a splash and a large ripple, as she swam back over to Mercedes. He grabbed the additional inner tube, trying to lie across its opening like Mercedes. However seeing that he was already in the water it proved to be a difficult task. Sam flipped, splashed and fought to become situated in his tube as it fought back constantly tossing him off due to his weight all to Mercedes amusement as she laughed at the spectacle.
He finally got there after flopping onto the flotation device on his belly, huffing loudly as he flipped onto his back. Exhausted from his fight, Sam laid silently on his inner tube, allowing the gentle current of the lake to drift him and his woman out to its deep and clam center. The two of them floated around each other, just enjoying the others company as they both drifted into their own minds. Sam, concentrated on the surprise he wanted to plan for that evening, and mentally went over the chords of the song he wanted to sing for her. Mercedes gazed over at Sam and realized even though she was happy with him alone at the house, something was missing. She thought long and hard about what could possibly make their time together better. Suddenly it hit her making her smile to herself.
After drifting for twenty minutes, Mercedes had enough of the heat, and the lake. She began to paddle back to the shore, when she heard a loud splash. She then felt her tube being propelled, as Sam kicked and paddled her back. He stopped once he was in waist deep water for him, and waded to the front of her tube. He pulled her onto the sandy shore of the lake helping her toss the tube on the sand. "Leave it" he told her when she attempted to lug it back to the shed "I'll bring both in when I'm done" indicating he had more swimming to do. She nodded and kissed his lips sweetly. She headed back onto the dock and gathered all of her belongings and went inside of the house to shower and get dressed.
Saturday Afternoon:
Feeling fresh from her shower after her time outside, Mercedes threw on an adorable tank top, and a long, flowing peasant skirt, that brushed down to the top of her feet. Grabbing her summer read, she settled down into the television room to find out how Katniss and Peeta's training for the hunger games were going. Twenty minutes into her book, she heard the kitchen door close and Sam tip toe through the house. About ten minutes later she heard the shower run, and smiled to herself. At first she had to admit she envisioned Sam the Gale to her Katniss, strong and protective. But as the two sat on the roof the night before the games, she saw him as her Peeta, sweet and unassuming. She snuggled into the couch as she continued on Katniss' quest to survive.
Sam relaxed as the cool shower water gently beat against his back. His plan was working out better than he thought it would now that he had acquired his new secret weapon. When he was completely clean, he got out of the shower and quickly dried off. Throwing on a ribbed tank and a pair of jeans, he grabbed his guitar, and padded barefoot, into the television room. He smiled at Mercedes as he crossed to the other side of the couch she was lounging on.
"Good swim?" she questioned glancing at him momentarily as he sat down, placing his guitar in his lap.
"Yep" he smiled. "Do you mind?" he asked nodding to his instrument, wanting to practice but not at the detriment of her reading.
"No go ahead" she smiled as she pulled her knees closer to her chest, her skirt draped lazily down to her toes. Using her legs as a perch, she set her book against them and sighed as her brows furrowed.
Sam hummed the melody of a song in his head, as he tuned his strings to the correct tightness. He smiled as the lyrics of the song floated in his mind, excited to sing them to her later that night. He tapped his toes as he down beat as he played a few chords. He was ready to serenade his love.
Once he felt prepared, he sat his guitar on the floor, its neck resting against the couches arm rest. He then looked over at Mercedes who was practically enthralled by her reading material. Her nose was basically touching the pages as her eyes scanned the words. He slid closer to the preoccupied girl, sitting in the center cushion of the couch. He softly grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs straight where her feet rested in his lap. Looking up she watched as he carefully kneaded the arch of her right foot.
"Sorry" he apologized only slightly meaning it "am I disturbing you?"
"No" she answered as she lay back against the arm rest, enjoying the impromptu massage Sam was granting her. And although it was an intense part of the book, she couldn't help the smile on her lips, as Sam's strong, fingers serviced her feet.
As he moved on to her left foot, Sam's mind wandered. He pondered, if this is what living with Mercedes would be like when they were older, lounging on a lazy afternoon as the world zipped by them. He imagined how it would be when they were married. Would they always be this calm around each other? Or would they allow life to let them forget how they where together when they were teens? And what would it be like when they had kids? He chuckled to himself as he imagined their children running around the house, and if he would even have time to just lay around with her like they currently were. He focused on her toes as he imagined their grandchildren and the kids coming home to visit. A whole lifetime, he imagined with her as if it were a movie playing out on the television. But oddly enough, it didn't freak him out, or scare him in the least bit. The though of them spending the rest of their lives together seemed to calm him, envisioning a life full of perfect ahead of them.
He looked up to find that Mercedes had abandoned her reading, and was smiling at him. He smiled as he continued to pamper her feet asking "What?"
"Nothing" she shrugged. She sank back against the couch and closed her eyes. She opened them to look at the pouty blond as he stuck his tongue out, concentrating intently on his task and smiled "Well there is something"
"What is it?" he questioned looking at her glowing face slightly concerned.
"Well, while we were swimming, I started thinking, and while I love being here with you alone for the weekend, I couldn't help feeling like something was missing" she shrugged. "So I figured, how about we do this again, near the end of the summer, but next time we invite everyone up?" she suggested.
"Everyone?" he repeated raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, everyone in Glee club" she shrugged. "It can be an "end of summer" thing for everyone"
"I don't think they would like sleeping all smashed together in the one bedroom" he smiled indicating that he expected to maintain their current sleeping arrangement.
"Boys in one room, girls down the hall" she giggled. "I was even thinking that we could bring Stevie and Stacy up too. I mean Stevie would love the lake, and Stacy would love to make sand castles. We can tell Noah to bring his little sister, and they can all sleep in here on the pull out. Sound like a good idea?" she questioned.
Sam smiled. Even though it was a relief for him to not have to watch them, he missed his siblings, and she was correct they would absolutely love it here. "It sounds amazing, lets do it" he agreed beaming at the idea of another weekend getaway, this time with all of his friends.
"Yeah?" she asked
"Yeah, it'll be a blast" he grinned. She nodded and resumed her previous position, laying her head back and closing her eyes, as she secretly thought of how she would get everyone up to the house.
"Mercedes?" he called to her after a few minutes of content silence. She lifted her head to look at him when he asked "Can you teach me some dance moves?"
"What?" she questioned giggling a bit at the randomness of his request
"Can you teach me a few dance moves?" he repeated
"Why?" she asked, scrunching her nose in confusion.
"Well I figured if you and I are going to give Rachel and Finn a run for their money in the duet department next year, we would need an advantage" he reasoned. "And since Finn isn't the most coordinated guy, I figured if I knew some dance moves, we would be a shoe in"
Mercedes contemplated his logic for a moment before saying "I don't know if I can teach you any"
"It's because I'm white isn't it?" he questioned playfully.
"Okay first of all Mr. Evans" Mercedes began with a bit of a laugh "that is a little too much me and you right there. Second of all, no it's not because you're white. It's because you're rhythmless" she chuckled joking with him.
"Oh really?" he smirked. He then took a firm hold of her ankles in his arm, making sure she couldn't escape. He then proceeded to tickle her mercilessly as she attempted to kick herself free, laughing, and screaming loudly in the process. After close to a solid minute of the playful torture, he let her feet go. She quickly pulled them back under her, hiding them under her skirt as she caught her breath.
"Come on" he wined a bit "I watched you last night as you sang and danced in the kitchen. You were great. Just teach me one thing"
She looked into his eager eyes and relented saying "Alright stand up" Sam hopped up as she told him to "move the coffee table back a bit" as she stood up and walked over to her charging phone. She quickly went through a few songs before landing on Robin Thicke's Sex Therapy.
"This is too slow" Sam huffed, expecting to learn something fast.
"Nope, it's perfect for what you're about to learn" she smiled as she walked towards him.
"But last night you were dancing to something faster" he pointed out.
"Trust me" she smiled as she turned around, her back facing him. She took his hands and placed them on each side of her waist, his hands holding her firmly. "I'm going to do a dance move" she explained as she got into position "I want you to watch me first for a few seconds, and then try to do what I'm doing" she instructed. "Got it?"
"Got it" he said excited.
With that Mercedes bent her knees slightly as she counted out the music. She then proceeded to roll her body, taking three counts for the roll to start at her shoulders, and complete down to her round behind as it accentuated when down beat dropped in a three count motion. She did a few more times, for Sam to get the gist of what she was doing before she asked "Do you feel that, what I'm doing?"
"I feel something" Sam smiled as he tightened his grip on her waist watching her move.
"Sam" Mercedes warned in a serious tone, as she stopped dancing, to glance back at the blond.
"I'm kidding" he smirked turning her back around to resume their lesson taking a closer position to her as he held her waist again. She resumed her roll, feeling Sam attempt to copy her movements soon afterwards. It was a bit shaky but after a few tries Sam seemed to get the timing and movement right. They moved together slowly to the beat and Robin's falsetto.
"Okay" she said after a few more rolls "let's try and speed it up" she suggested. And with that she rolled her body in one fluent motion to the high hat of the beat. The movement was faster and a bit smaller and more controlled. Sam observed her, and after a few counts caught on and was rolling his body closely behind her.
Mercedes slid from his grasp as she told him to "keep going" so she could get a good look at his dancing. She watched as he continued to roll is body, his face scrunched with concentration as he focused on the beat. She lightly giggled to herself as he danced, covering her mouth lightly behind a closed fist.
Sam opened his eyes and looked over at his girlfriend, and noticed her laughter. "Are you laughing at me?" he pouted seriously, standing up right, slightly slumping his shoulders in defeat.
"Oh no" she quickly replied, straightening up. "I was just watching you to make sure you had it" she explained. "I noticed you look… well kind of sexy" she blushed.
"Really?" he questioned excited that he was doing the dance move correctly.
"Yeah" she reassured. "Do it again" she ordered.
Sam smiled as he counted the beat. Once he caught the high hat again, he began to roll again, this time biting his lip as he did. Mercedes smiled as she went closer to he's body, and began lightly dancing with him, rolling while faced him.
"I can't wait to show Mr. Shue this" Sam said excitedly as he danced.
"I seriously doubt Mr. Shue would ever allow us to dance like this in a competition" Mercedes laughed. "Not after Push It"
"Push it?" Sam asked slightly confused.
"Oh" she giggled remembering was only a year into his time at McKinley. "It was a routine we did for our first pep rally" she explained. "It was seen as too "hot""
"Like Toxic?" he questioned.
"Yeah" she smiled "Like Toxic"
"Well if we can't do this in a performance then we have to do this when we go to prom" he smile
"And who said I was going to prom with you?" she questioned jokingly as she stopped dancing.
"Who else are you going with?" he questioned, a bit serious in tone
"Well" she started "What if a guy rides up on a big white horse and says "Mercedes Jones it would be an honor to squire you to prom"? What happens then?"
"I run up and push him off of his horse" Sam said honestly with a shrug causing Mercedes to break into a throaty laugh. The music on her phone changed from Sex Therapy to So Beautiful by Musiq Soulchild. Sam licked his lips and huffed "Well look like I have to ask you now then" and with that he dropped to one knee in front of Mercedes, taking her right hand in both of his. "Mercedes Jones, it would be an honor and complete pleasure if you let me take you to prom this year" he smiled
Mercedes giggled, a grin stretching across her face at his sweet proposal. "Of course Sam I would love for you to take me to prom" She leaned in giving him a sweet and quick kiss to seal the deal.
"Good" he huffed as he stood up and wrapped her in his arms swaying to the back ground music.
"Your so silly, prom is little under a year away" she laughed.
"Hey, I have to get in on the ground floor to make sure I reserve my spot with you" he smiled. That way I don't have to fight when the time comes closer. And no one has to get pushed"
She shook her head as they danced slowly. She reached up on her toes and kissed him again, this time deeper causing him to stop moving, and focused solely on her lips. His took her bottom lip between his, sucking on it lightly as his hands moved around her waist to the side of her breast. He licked her lips gently, penetrating her mouth with his tongue. She accepted his kiss, by softly meeting his tongue with her own. They stood there kissing instantly until she felt him push her back, herding her towards the door. She followed his bodily request, by back up out of the room, still unwilling to break their physical bond. He backed her up all the way to the bed room they shared, only stopping when the back of her knees hit the mattress.
Sam turned her around and sat down on the bed, still refusing to break his kiss. He ran his large hands up her waist, lifting her shirt, to reveal her purple lace bra. He pulled away from her, momentarily, taking her shirt, and tossing it across the room. He kissed her down her neck, to her breast. He squeezed them in their garment, pushing them up, while he sank his face into them, lavishing in her soft skin. Mercedes moaned, as he slid her bra straps down, and unhooked it. He then, gripping the sides, he slid her skirt down, when he got a surprised, that she decided to forego her underwear for the day. His eyes shot up to hers, as his shocked mouth hung open.
"Well" she quickly tried to explain "I had on a long skirt, and we weren't going anywhere. And I-" She was promptly cut off by Sam pressing his lips to hers, as he stood from his seated position. He quickly removed his tank and unzipped his jeans, revealing that he too had decided to go commando for the day.
"Well I figured it was just us" he smiled, slightly mocking her explanation.
Mercedes laughed, throwing her head back, as she pressed her nude form against his. He smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist. He leaned down and kissed her again deeply, his hands roaming her body. He pushed her away for a second, quickly retrieving a condom from his bag. After opening the fresh box, and securing the latex over his manhood, he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Mercedes onto his lap, facing him.
She passionately kissed him, as she felt him line his head up with her opening. Once there, he gently guided her hips into a sitting position on top of him. He penetrated her slowly, as she hissed, a bit of residual soreness hitting her, as he once again stretched her walls. She trembled as he inserted all of himself into her, gripping her waist and back to steady her body. He then guided her back into a slight kneeling position over his thighs, his head still, surrounded by her moist warmth.
He repeated his guiding of her body, up and down his shaft, until he felt her take over her motion, voluntarily riding him. She even began to add a slight roll to her hips, as she began to take command of the pace. She moaned deeply as he breathlessly called her name as he buried his face in her cleavage. She bit her lip, feeling a tingle in her body she'd never felt before as her hips slid up and down the length of him. Gripping onto his well defined shoulders, she sped up a bit, causing him to bounce against the mattress. She didn't know why, but her body commanded her to go faster, as her thighs shook. She sucked on his neck as he gripped her tighter, their skin forming a light sweet, sweaty mist as they rubbed against one another. She whimpered his name as her eye squeezed shut. He reciprocated, calling to her, as his body informed him he was ready to let go, as her riding became erratic and primal, causing the bed springs to sing out a high pitched squeak with each pass.
Finally Sam shuddered as he released himself into the condom, his body slightly convulsing in her arms. She continued to bounce slightly, which made him shiver even move, as his spine slapped straight. He hugged her closer, a begging movement for her to stop, as he came down from his high. He looked into her brown eyes, pushing hair away from her damp face and kissed her deeply. Her eyes were heavy, a sign of exhaustion from their work out. He smiled as he nuzzled into her, wishing they could stay inside her forever.
So really my favorite part about this fic as turned into me writing his dreams. It's like a blast to do and I don't know why LOL. I was torn to either make him Spock or Kirk. He seems more like a Kirk to me because Kirk is a kissy boy who is about emotions. But after thinking he's more Spock in this because he is fighting his real emotions and isn't that what Spock is all about? The pull of logic and emotion? And HELL NO Finn would NOT be Kirk here (I'm still beefing hard with him since like Prom). Because Puck is his bro-mance partner here (He didn't know Rory yet) and Mike is Mr. Sulu. By the way George Takei in the 60's shirtless… Google it! LOL all I'ma say.
And Mercedes speech to him part of it is from the early Star Trek with Spock and Uhura. He was her mentor on the show and it is true she is the ONLY one he could teach the Vulcan lyre.
And in my head Canon:
She taught him his dance moves. You guys were wondering why she was giggling at Sectional. She was having flashbacks… :0)
We didn't see him ask her to prom because he did it in the summer. My story and I'm sticking to it!
BTW: Reading my other fic Daydreamer should make a bit more sense now that this is a bit farther along. (They go hand in hand just to remind you). Especially the last chapter if you read it after this one.
So hope you guys liked it. Sorry for the rambling A/N. I saved it for the end though lol. Love you guys!