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Mercedes stared at Sam for a moment, taking in his words. "I'm sorry; you're a what?" She asked, confused.

"I have never…so we can't." He said, pulling away from her.

"Wait, okay. That is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Mercedes, I am a grown man who hasn't had sex."

Mercedes moved closer to him. "Sam, are you ashamed that you aren't out here with a lot of women under your belt?"

Sam looked at her. "No, I am just…there is so much going on with me and with my life. And I don't know what I am doing."

Mercedes nodded, moving closer to him. "Okay, well, let's talk about this. You said that you haven't had sex, so we can't have sex. Is it because you are saving yourself for marriage or because you don't want me, aren't attracted to me?"

"Oh, baby, I want you with every fiber of my being. I dream about it…I.." He shifted himself and shook his head.

Mercedes pressed herself against him, standing on her tippy toes in the heels, and kissed him passionately. Sam's hands immediately went to her waist, moaning out as he took everything from him in the best way.

"Sam, if you are scared…"

"No…Stop. I am not scared of you, Mercedes."

She nodded. "Well, are you worried because you think I sleep around? I don't. I only had one partner, and he just…"

"Shhhh…" Sam placed his finger on her lips. "It's not you. It's me. I am worried that doing this will change everything, but Mercedes, I want you to be my first. I love you." He whispered, looking at her.

Mercedes chewed her bottom lip, staring into his eyes. "Y-you want me to be your first?"

He nodded, afraid to say anything else because, while it was true that he did want that, he still needed to be honest with her. "Mercedes I."

She cut him off as she pushed him onto the sofa. "No more talking."

"Wait, if we are going to do this…"

"Shhhh," Mercedes said, putting her finger on his. Let's just go with what we feel right now."

As she straddled him, all thoughts went out the window; all he could see was Mercedes.

"You are beautiful." He whispered against her lips.

Mercedes nipped his lips before standing and pulling him up to her. Taking her time and leading him into his bedroom, she turned towards him and unbuttoned his shirt.

As his shirt fell to the ground, Mercedes placed soft kisses all over his chest.

Sam exhaled as her hands moved to his slacks, and she fell to her knees. "Mercedes, " he breathed.

Smiling up to him, Mercedes beamed. "Let me take care of you, Sam."

Sam swallowed as his pants dropped, and her hand gripped him tightly. "Oh!" He moaned out as she took him fully between her lips. Mercedes began to move, and Sam fell against the door, his hand threading through her hair, gently tugging the way she liked the last time she did this.

After a few more moments of enjoying her lips, he pulled her up to him, letting the growing need that had been building for weeks take over. Running his hands over her body, he pulled her dress over her head and slowly removed her undergarments. Staring at her, he smiled. It wasn't the first time he had seen parts of her, but seeing all of her before him took his breath away.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Sam said, standing close to her, his hand running up and down her body.

Mercedes stared up at him, chewing her bottom lip as she did. "Sam…" She whispered, swallowing hard. "I love you too."

Sam's eyes widened, "You...you do?"

She nodded. "I love you, I am in love with you."

Sam leaned down to her and kissed her passionately. "I am in love with you, too." He breathed as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Laying Mercedes down, Sam moved between her thighs, kissing her hungrily, wanting to take his time but desperate to have her.

"Sam, please…I need you."

Nervously, he nodded. "Ummm, Okay."

"You are adorable when you are nervous. How about I take over for a little bit." She hissed as she flipped them over. Sam's hands moved to her breast, kneading and teasing as Mercedes ground herself against him before staring down at him.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Leaning up, Sam nipped her lips. "I want you, Mercedes, only you, all of you."

She nodded as she lifted herself up just to sink down onto his shaft. "Oh." She whimpered as Sam's hands went to her waist, gripping her gently and thrusting up to meet her thrusts.

The feeling of her was overwhelming, and he couldn't get enough. Pulling her to him, he gently maneuvered them so that he was on top of her. Staring down at her, Sam caressed her cheek. "So beautiful, " he said as he kissed her, moving faster.

As Mercedes called out his name, her hands went to his back while he gripped her thigh as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Time seemed to stand still as they enjoyed each other; minutes turned to hours as Sam memorized every inch of her.

He was in love with her beauty and strength, and at this moment, his mind was made up. He was going to marry her and give the throne to Stevie because she was too important for him to lose her.

Sam awoke to Mercedes in his arms and snuggled closer. Last night and early that morning were still playing in his mind. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead as his phone beeped a text coming through. Groaning, Sam moved and rolled his eyes at the text.

BA: Where are you? We have a meeting in an hour

SE: Wait, when did this happen?

BA: Puck has caused a stir.

SE: Meaning?

BA: He went out with St. James's wife, and that damn man found them in bed. Now he's pulling his support.

SE: The hell? Does my Father know?

SE: I talked to him last night

SE: The actual hell

BA: Yes, he found out this morning when I did; he's on his way here.

SE: Dammit! I told my Father Puck was a liability. He tried to call Quinn

BA: What!?

SE: My Father stopped him.

SE: I will be there soon, okay? I need to let Mercedes know I'm leaving

BA: Wait… it's six am. Is she there?

SE: Yes

BA: And?

SE: We are not talking about this. I got to go

BA: You really love her, don't you?

SE: I do, and that's why it hurts like hell that I have to lose her.

BA: I have to lose Bas, so I get it…

SE: We will help each other.

SE: I will see you soon.

As Sam put the phone down, Mercedes snuggled closer to him.

"Morning, handsome."

Sam sighed, holding her close. "Morning, beautiful."

"Last night was... it was everything." She said, leaning up and kissing him.

Sam pulled her close, kissing her back, before burying his head in her neck.

After a few moments, Mercedes looked at him and frowned. "What-whats wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

She sat up. "I mean, you have a worried look on your face. It's all in your eyes. So talk to me."

Sam sat up as well and sighed heavily. "I fired Puck, and he is causing issues, so I have to leave soon."

"That man is an idiot, I swear. The amount of times he hit on me behind your back, I am surprised it took you that long." She teased.

"Yeah, I know," Sam said softly. "I am sorry about him. He's a maniac, for real. I thought he was a friend."

"Sam, that isn't on you. You are nothing like him. I could never be with a man like him, but you—I see a future with you, " she said, smiling.

Sam looked away from her, and Mercedes felt fear course through her. Tilting his head to look at her, she exhaled. "Talk to me, Sam, please."

He took a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper. "I can't be with you."

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked, removing her hand from his face.

Sam swallowed hard. "I can't be with you, Mercedes. We don't have a future."

Staring at him, she could feel her pulse quicken. "Because?"

"Because…."

"Because, because." Mercedes threw her hands in the air. "Sam, I need you to talk to me."

He nodded. "Okay, the truth is I can't be with you because I'm set to marry someone back home...in six months. And the meeting I have is because Puck has screwed things over for my Country."

She froze, her face a mix of shock and hurt. "Excuse me?"

Sam nodded. "I wanted to tell you."

Moving out of the bed, Mercedes grabbed a sheet to cover herself. "EXCUSE ME?"

Sam's eyes softened, regret flickering in his gaze. "I didn't want it to be like this, Mercedes. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you! I wasn't supposed to…we weren't…Mercedes…"

Mercedes's shoulders slumped, and her voice wavered. "So, all of this… was just temporary for you? A fun way to get your rocks off before you got married?"

"No." He shook his head, his hand reaching for hers.

"Were you even a virgin? Or was that a line?"

"No! It wasn't a line! I swear, Mercedes, you were my first." Sam scratched at his beard. You are my everything, Mercedes. You weren't...you're not temporary. I just… I got caught between what I wanted and what was expected of me. And I'm trying to do what's right."

She pulled her hand from his, her eyes brimming with tears. "And what is right, Sam?"

"Samuel." He corrected.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"Maybe you should sit down."

"I'll stand." She said, staring at him.

Sam nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of her.

"My name, my full name is Samuel Dwight Evans the Second, and I am Prince of Cordova, soon to be King."

"I have heard plenty of excuses to break up with someone, but this…this takes the cake."

Sam stood. "I am serious. I am the soon-to-be-reigning King. Blaine, Finn, Stevie, and I, and well, Puck, are on a diplomatic mission. It's just to assure our advisors and our Allies that I am up for and can do the job my Father is leaving me to do."

As Mercedes stood silently, Sam stared at her. "I know that you and I have been building this relationship, and it can be hard, but…"

"It can be hard? Sam, you are a Prince! The soon-to-be King, who is set to be married. You've spent months lying to me!"

Sam moved towards her. "Please, Mercedes, just listen to me!"

"Is that an order, your highness?" She spat angrily.

Sam ran his hands through his hair. "Baby, please. I never wanted to hurt you."

"But you did. You became exactly who I thought you'd be, " she said, grabbing her dress and throwing it on. "I trusted you; I believed that you and I…" She shook her head no and walked out of the bedroom, freezing as an older man who looked like Sam and Puck walked around and stopped before her.

Sam ran out of the room in his boxers and stopped seeing his dad. "Fa-father?"

"Samuel." He said, still looking at Mercedes.

"Mmm, I see you wasted no time in getting this little tease in bed," Puck said, staring at her body in that dress.

Sam moved in front of her. "Why is he here?"

Dwight sighed. "She needs to go. We have things to discuss before the meeting."

"She has a name; it's Mercedes, and don't worry; I am leaving," Mercedes said, moving away from Sam and towards the door.

"Excuse me, do you know who I am," Dwight said, moving towards her.

"Oh, I can gather who you are. Commanding presence, eyes like Sam's, excuse me, Samuel's. You are his Father, Dwight. But right now, with all due respect, I owe you nothing. And I am mad as hell."

Sam reached for her hand. "Please, Mercedes, I love you. I can't lose you."

"Maybe you should've thought about that before leading me on." Without another word, she turned and walked out, leaving Sam torn between duty and the woman he realized he couldn't bear to lose.