Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Enjoy. Oh, and a heads up - you shouldn't read this at work. Or in a classroom. Or anywhere where people may be shocked at the content. Unless you're into that type of stuff.

"So that was fun," Mercedes said, unlocking the door to her apartment. She took off her jacket as she walked in, dropping it on the couch.

Sam walked in after her and closed the door. "It was. Tina and Quinn are great."

Mercedes looked over at him and smiled. "Yeah, they are." She stepped out of her heels, placing her hand on the wall for balance. "Puck and Mike are pretty awesome themselves. I can see why you guys have stayed so close."

Sam leaned against the door and watched her movements, fighting back a smile as she dropped about four inches. "How tall are you?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you making fun of me?"

"Never." This time he didn't bother trying to hide the grin that broke out across his face.

"Uh huh," Mercedes said, pursing her lips. She walked into the kitchen and made her way over to the sink. "I would offer you some water," she said as she filled one of the glasses that had been drying on the dish rack, "but I'm too short to reach the rest of the cups in the cabinet." She sent him a sweet smile before bringing the glass to her lips.

Sam chuckled as he walked over to her and slowly took the glass from her hands.

"You're the perfect size. All five feet of you."

She scowled. "I'm 5'4 jerk."

"I stand corrected." He leaned down to press a small kiss on her lips, unfazed.

"Yeah, well just don't call me fun sized. I hate that crap."

Sam straightened and let out a laugh. "Someone's called you that before?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Uh huh. Some idiot who tried hitting on me."

"Weak."

"That's what I said."

"Everyone knows the way to a woman's heart is to pretend to be her boyfriend."

Now it was her turn to fight back a smile. She took the glass from him and finished the water. "Oh?," she asked, turning to rinse it out. "How has that worked out for you?"

Instead of answering, Sam moved behind her and put his hands on her waist, leaning down to gently kiss the exposed skin behind her ear. Encouraged by the way she leaned back into him, he turned her around to face him and immediately captured her lips with his own. He groaned as she ran her hand through his hair and pulled her closer, savoring her taste as he deepened the kiss and gently nipped her plump bottom lip. It wasn't until he felt his chest burning that he broke their connection, looking down at her with a smile as he waited for her to open her eyes.

"I hear it works wonders." He moved his hand from her waist to stroke her cheek. "I should go. I've got an early flight."

She returned his smile and sighed contently. "You globetrotter, you. Where are you headed?"

There was an imperceptible pause before he answered. "I have a quick meeting with a client on the west coast."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "So mysterious." She leaned up to give him a quick kiss. "How long will you be gone?"

"I should be back by Wednesday."

She nodded. "Ok." Another kiss. "What time is your flight?"

Sam ran his hands leisurely down her body, setting them to rest on her butt. He gave a small squeeze and in that moment decided that the jeans she wore were his favorite pair.

"Plane leaves at 6:40."

Mercedes looked over his shoulder to the clock on the stove. Plenty of time.

"Have you packed yet?" She pressed her lips against his neck, feeling his heartbeat pick up.

Sam bit back another groan. "Not yet."

She smiled as she moved her lips to give equal treatment the other side. "How much do you have to pack?"

His grip on her tightened and he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, biting the flesh gently. "A couple of shirts, a suit…"

"Mmmm."

He wasn't sure if the sound was a response to his touch or his packing list, but either way he wanted to hear it again. He pressed his hips into hers.

"Sounds like-," Mercedes shuddered at the contact and swallowed. "Sounds like you have a lot of packing to do."

"Packing can wait."

"You sure?" She tilted her head to give him better access to her skin. "Because I don't want you missing your flight."

Sam stopped his trail along her collarbone to look at her and Mercedes felt her stomach clench with anticipation. Through their personal and professional interactions she'd been able to catalogue many of his expressions and mannerisms – humor, kindness, determination, sadness, empathy, desire, restraint, focus – but this was a new one. A hybrid of sorts. She made a mental note for future reference.

"The flight can wait." He started unbuttoning her shirt.

Even though her damp panties screamed in protest, she took another stab at being the voice of reason. "Are you-"

Sam's fingers stopped their movement and he kissed her roughly. "Stop talking."

When they parted she let out a sigh of relief and frantically pulled at his shirt. "Oh thank God. Hurry."

The next few seconds were a flurry of movement and sounds – buttons unbuttoning, mouths gasping, lips crashing, fingertips tracing – until suddenly, just as she was reaching to unhook her bra, Sam stopped and took a step back. Mercedes looked at him with confusion, her hand hovering over the clasp.

"Just… just stand there for a second."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow, her look of confusion slowly changing to one of mischief. With a small smirk she walked past him and out of the room, not even bothering to turn around. He'd follow.

Sam swallowed as she walked by him, his unbuttoned jeans growing impossibly tighter by the second. It was times like this where he was his own worst enemy. He knew damn well that if Mercedes knew why he was getting on a plane the night would end differently, but it was getting harder and harder to think straight. Literally.

He closed his eyes and opened them in time to see the purple lace that had been stretched across her breasts moments earlier float onto the floor.

Fuck it.

Mercedes counted silently in her head, smiling slightly when she got to five. Even with her back to the bedroom door she could sense that she was no longer alone. It was as if his arrival had amplified the energy in the room.

Unable to stand the tension any longer she turned around and saw him hovering in the doorway, arms crossed as he watched her.

"Well, are you just gonna stand there all night? You have a flight to catch, remember?"

As seconds passed without an answer, Mercedes suddenly felt anxious. Too exposed.

"Sam?"

Still no response.

She swallowed and looked down at her bed at the cover that was resting there. She started to lean down to pull the fabric over her body, but his growl stopped her.

"Don't you dare."

She looked over at him and her eyes widened as he slowly walked towards her.

"You didn't wanna stand in the kitchen when I asked you to, so I had to do my planning here."

Mercedes felt her knees go weak as he got closer, his green eyes darkening with barely restrained lust. She sat on the bed and scooted to the center of the mattress, her eyes trained on his the entire time.

Her breath hitched as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them to the side, his boxers quickly following. Her stomach clenched as her eyes traveled down, taking him in. She swallowed.

"We'll fit," he said gruffly, answering the question that she didn't vocalize. "We'll more than fit."

Her breath quickened as she felt the mattress dip as he joined her, her thoughts muddling as he began kissing up her right leg. His lips brushed over her calf and paid special attention to the underside of her knee before making their way to her thigh. The frenzy exhibited in the kitchen was now replaced by a slow appraisal and air of reverie as he traced her skin.

Mercedes bit her bottom lip as she felt his warm breath fan across her panties, fingers clenching the sheet as he placed a kiss through the fabric where she needed it most. She groaned in frustration as his lips retreated down her thigh, moving to give her left side the same treatment as her right.

Sam smiled when he heard her frustrated groan. If she was going to hate him, he'd rather it be for this. This he could control. This he'd gladly take responsibility for.

"Sam, please," Mercedes whined, gasping when he reached up to remove her panties, closing her eyes as she felt his breath fan across her skin again. In the next second all words were lost as he pulled her thighs apart and kissed her with an open mouth. She fisted the sheets, legs trembling as his tongue darted out, powerful and sure. It had been so long, so damn long, but never like this. Never ever like this.

The sensations were so jolting that she tried to scoot away, but he merely took his free hand – the one that wasn't busy forcing the names of deities old and new from her lips – to hold her in place. He continued his assault, wordlessly detailing every plan he had for her.

She shook her head and grinded her hips against his face, trapped between wanting him to stop and begging him to continue, when suddenly he did. Stop that is. And in that moment she understood the meaning of "be careful what you wish for."

She took a deep breath and rolled her hips against him as he made his way up her body, holding his face between her hands as she pulled him down for a kiss. She shuddered as she tasted herself, her nails scraping his shoulders when she felt his length tap against her core.

Sam braced his weight on one of his forearms and reached for her thigh with the other hand. Just as he was about to bury himself, he let out a curse and rolled off of her.

"What…?"

He didn't say a word as he snatched his jeans from the floor, quickly grabbing his wallet from the back pocket. Within seconds he was back on the bed, tearing a golden wrapper and sheathing himself.

Mercedes smiled. "So responsible."

Sam returned her smile, which quickly turned in a grimace when she wiggled underneath him.

"Plane, mister."

He bit his lip as he slowly entered her, fingers digging into her thigh. He heard her breath catch as he continued to sink into her.

"Shit," he whispered, dropping his head into the crook of her neck. She was unbelievably tight and wet. His path was a slow one as her body clenched around him inch by exquisite inch. When he was finally all the way in, he bit his lip and tried to steady himself.

"Don't move," he bit out, a deep growl rumbling in his chest.

Mercedes mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt him fill her to the hilt, every nerve ending on fire. She clutched his arms as she adjusted to the sensation of being stretched completely, the pain making its way to pleasure. Her breath caught as he slowly began to pull out of her, crying out as he thrust back in again. She wrapped her legs around him as he hit his stride, long hard strokes that had her moaning and seeing stars. She felt his fingers dig deeper into her thighs and she welcomed the pain, rolling her hips to meet his demands. She leaned up to capture his lips with her own, mimicking the movement of their hips with her tongue, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to make him feel at least half of what he was doing to her.

Suddenly he moved her leg from his waist to his shoulder and she ripped her mouth away, cursing loudly as the new angle made him go even deeper and directly tap her spot. Sam was right there with her, groaning into her neck as she clenched rhythmically around him.

Sam moaned, the friction of their bodies making him shudder. He lifted his head to look at her, relishing at the pleasure that played across her face. He snapped his hips, his eyes rolling as she gripped him tighter. "So damn good," he muttered, his lips crashing into hers. He slowed down his pace, feeling himself barreling towards release. He wanted - needed - to draw this out for as long as possible. He moved his hands from her thigh to where their bodies connected to rub her clit. He picked up his pace as she fluttered around him, dropping his head to her neck to nip at her skin.

"Jesus…," Mercedes cried out, her senses entering into overdrive. The combination of Sam's words, hands, lips, and powerful strokes brought tears to her eyes. "Sammy…" she whimpered, feeling the tension build in her stomach.

"That's it," he growled, not faltering in his multitasking. "Come for me."

That's all the encouragement she needed as she went tumbling over the edge, wailing loudly as she exploded. Her breath quickened as he continued thrusting into her, his own release triggering another for her.

Sam felt his heart beating wildly as he felt her clench and tremble around and underneath him, her screams solidifying his fate. He shuddered, reeling from his release. Slowing his movements, he dropped his head to the pillow beside her, struggling to catch his breath.

"Wow."

He felt her chest rise and fall quickly as she too tried to recover.

"Yeah."

Swallowing he slowly pulled out of her, immediately hit with a sense of loss. He rolled over and sprawled across the mattress, focusing on her ceiling fan to center himself.

"Jesus."

Mercedes turned her head and licked her dry lips. "Yeah."

Sam looked over at her and placed a kiss on her lips. "Told you we'd fit."

She laughed and grunted. "If I could move I'd hit you right now."

Sam smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. "If you could move, eh? You sure know how to stroke a guy's ego." He got up gingerly and went into her bathroom to clean himself up.

"It's part of my charm," she called after him, her eyes closing.

"You're charming as hell," Sam replied, walking back into the room. He stopped at the foot of the bed and smiled as he saw that she was asleep. Shaking his head, he picked up his jeans from the floor and stepped into them, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone. Checking the time, he reached over to Mercedes and pulled the covers over her, pressing a kiss against her forehead before leaving the room.

He had a flight to catch.