Conversations & Complexities

AnniKay

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AN: I finally saw Big Brother and this one shot got stuck in my brain and wouldn't let GT past it until I had put it out there. It is based around Sue's statement in the second Booty Camp and the Brooks and Dunn song Ain't Nothing 'Bout You.

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By the end of Booty Camp, Mercedes and Sam had come out of their fog enough to join Sue, Santana, and Kurt in the battle to end the Berry Show and make the choir's next competition performance a thing of wonder. Even Rory and Sugar had jumped in. "I just dinna get it. Mercedes is every bit as good as Rachel, better even because she has that quality that just made me stalk the Troubletones practice room just so I could hear her and Santana sing. I mean we were so worried about the combination of Mercedes and Santana that you all went down and got Sam…just to have a hope of winning. So why can't Mercedes get showcased this time. I've only been here a year and I'm tired of Rachel having solos all the friggin' time. I can't imagine how Mercedes must feel."

"Because Mr. Schuester prefers to leave me in the background, Rory. I don't know if I'm too dark, or too big, or too what? But apparently I'm not worthy of leads. I'm going home, and I'm taking Sam with me. You guys can decide who you want to lead at Nationals and let me know. But I know where I'm wanted now, why should I stay where I'm not." Mercedes said with a true lack of concern. She grabbed her stuff and pulled Sam away from where he was glaring at Mr. Schue, and they made their way to the Jones home.

"Mercy, Baby…won't your parents be home in like an hour?" Sam asked "I don't think I can be finished showing you all I need to show you in an hour."

The smile Mercedes gave him was as beautiful as it was predatory. "Then I guess it's a good thing that today is Tuesday, they don't even leave the office 'til after eight."

"That gives me three hours. I can make one hell of a good start in three hours." Sam growled. "Wait, swing through the pharmacy…CVS, Walgreens, I don't care. But I stopped carrying when I left this summer, I've got to grab some." He said carefully leaving out the word condoms, since he knew that Mercedes hated the word. She'd say prophylactics before she would say condoms.

The stop was as quick as Sam could make it, he ran like he was trying to make a touchdown from the fifty yard line with thirty seconds left on the clock. The couple made another quick stop when they realized that their stomachs had started talking to their backbones. A shared order of fries and coke left them no longer hungry, but not so full that they couldn't proceed with their planned reunion. Once in the Jones home, Sam and his Mercy fell upon each other with what can only be called need. They made it to the living room, where Sam stripped off his shirt before doing the same to Mercedes. Pulling her into his lap, he looked up at her with love and lust warring in his eyes, plain for her to see. "Baby, you don't have any idea how much I've missed you. Every performance at that hellhole, I had to think of you, you just like this watching me dancing for you, just to be able to go out there and get the money my family needed. Cause one thing I learned real quick is that women don't tip a guy whose junk is soft and floppy."

Mercedes leaned forward and kissed Sam deeply, allowing her tongue to play in his mouth until he arched up under her. "I missed you just as much. Every night I'd have to make myself cum to thoughts of you just to be able to get to sleep. Most mornings I had to do it again just to be able to face the day without you."

"One day real soon Baby, I want to see that. I want to watch my sexy Baby turn herself on, and get herself off. That will be so awesomely hot." Sam moaned. Mercedes leaned forward to give him another sweet and gentle kiss. When Mercedes' full, lush lips were once again melded with his own, Sam trailed guitar calloused fingers up the soft, silken skin of her back. He deftly undid the six hooks needed to keep the abundant swell of her amazing breasts contained. Without breaking the deeply passionate kiss, Sam divested Mercedes of the offending, rather utilitarian garment, and tossed it in the direction of their shirts.

Mercy broke the kiss and smiled down at Sam. "Sorry, bout that. Guess I need to dig back out my pretty stuff."

Sam just smirked. "As long as it does its job and keeps the girls looking fine, I don't care what your bra looks like, Darlin'. As long as it does what it's supposed to do. My goal in life is to get them off of you. I did like that purple lacy one you wore when we went on the tilt-a-whirl." He smirked.

"You mean the one you kept managing to pull me out of whenever we had a moment to ourselves the day we went on the tilt-a-whirl." She laughed.

"Don't even act like you didn't enjoy it every bit as much as I did. I don't know what takes more of my willpower; not touching your titties, not hefting them in my hands and sweeping my thumbs over those sensitive, dark chocolate brown nipples of yours; or not grabbing and slapping your sexy ass every time you walk in front of me, every time you bend over in my general vicinity I just want to lean down and give it a little bite; or maybe its keeping my lips from kissing yours until we are both weak in the knees. Nope I know what it is. I know what tempts me and tests me the most, it's not dragging you into my arms and doing each and every one of those things until you are whimpering and making that sexy moaning sound that makes me want to keep you under me for the rest of our days and nights." Sam tilted hid head up and reclaimed her lips.

He held her tight to him as he plundered her mouth. The reunited couple allowed their tongues to duel and caress as they both reveled in the feel of her desire hardened nipples pressing into the warm, firm expanse of his well defined chest. He trailed nipping little down her jaw-line to her neck. Latching onto the fragrant, succulent flesh, he breathed deeply enjoying her orchard and sandlewood scented perfume, and the underlying scent that screamed 'MERCEDES' and got stronger and stronger as they touched. Sam gently caressed her back, rubbing light circles as he drew his hands down and into the waistband of her shorts to cup and massage the globes of her ass.

Unconsciously, Mercedes arched into Sam as he sucked and nipped at her neck. Her hips rocked back and forth in his lap as she sought the delicious friction that would send her flying off into her first social orgasms since the day the Evans' family had departed for Kentucky. Sam finally moved away from that first mark to make another less than an inch lower. Slowly, Sam worked his way from her neck down to the engagingly prodigious mounds of her tits. He looked up at Mercedes, his green eyes intense behind shuttered lids. "You didn't let 'Shane' see you like this, all hot and wet and achin'…your big pretty titties just begging to be touched, played with, sucked?"

"No." She shook her head vehemently. "Shit, Sam…Shane never even got his hand under my shirt. You know me better than that. I didn't know that boy but for a hot minute." She said starting to get angry. "You only got the goodies after a month of going out, because I knew you. I knew you for almost a year before we even got together."

Sam gave her a gentle, apologetic kiss. "And?" he pressed.

"And because I love your dorky, annoying, sexy, jealous ass." She taunted.

"Good, cause I love your scary, sexy, intelligent, sexy, talented, diva ass too." He chuckled. "And you, my darlin' Baby…are mine. Bout time we let everybody know it." He growled fastening his mouth to her left breast where there would be no doubt as to how a hickey got there and he went to work sucking, licking and nibbling until her chocolate flesh was bruised and tender. Leaving her further marked by his mouth, he happily worked his way down to her passion swollen nipple.

Sam knew that it was time to change venues; otherwise if her parents got home early they'd be so completely caught. Without releasing her from his sucking mouth, Sam lifted her and carried her up the stairs. Grateful that she was too wrapped up in the sensations he was creating to chide him about carrying her. One day he would explain to her that he much preferred to lift and carry her around than to go to the gym to lift the same weight on a boring bar. Once in the purple, blue and gold oasis that was Mercedes' bedroom, he laid her gently on the bed, covering her shorter frame with his own. He kissed his way to her dry breast, recreating his actions on that nipple until Mercedes was writhing under him, sobbing with need.

He drew back with a curse as he realized something. "Shit, Baby, I left the con-umm…things down stairs. If I don't get them now, I'm not gonna. I'm gonna rip these clothes off of you and be inside you without one, and then your daddy will KILL me. I'll be right back. You can take off your shoes and shorts it you want to…but I wanna take your panties off you." He told her sternly. With a groan Sam stood, his erection straining against his boxers and gym shorts. He ran out the room and down the stairs to grab the condoms and he scooped up their discarded clothing as well. While he was gone, Mercedes quickly schucked off her shoe and socks. Standing, she slithered out of the shorts she had donned for Booty Camp, smirking to herself at Sam's quirk he loved to remove her panties himself. With a shrug, she turned and climbed into her bed. For a moment, she couldn't help but remember her first time. It happened in this bed as well. The same day that Sam had told her of his family's eminent move. It had taken some convincing, Sam worried that she would resent him for taking her virginity and then moving away. At the time she had heard his words but in the back of her mind she had feared that he didn't want to make love with her, because he didn't really see her that way. Now she knew better.

Sam entered the room to see Mercedes on the bed, her eyes holding a far away glaze, but her lips were curled in a small smile. Her short little fingers were trailing absently over and around her nipples; which were standing at attention in the chill air of the room like good little soldiers. He toed off his shoes and let his shorts and boxers hit the floor. He stepped out of them and walked over to Mercedes' bed. Leaning forward, he captured her lips in another fiery kiss. He joined her on the bed settling between her legs. He kissed her gently then kissed his way down to her breasts, kneading and suckling them until she was once more a quivering mass of want and need. Only then did he kiss his way down over the soft, slightly rolling flesh of her belly. Sam could only admit it to himself but he couldn't wait to press kisses to this flesh when it was rounded and distended from housing their child. But he knew that was years away, so he continued on his journey. Hooking his fingers in the white and purple cotton of Mercedes' panties, Sam slowly pulled them down, dropping little suckling kisses as he uncovered her skin.

"Do you know why I love taking your panties off you, Darlin'?" he whispered. He continued not giving her a chance to answer. "Because I love seeing how wet they are. I love smelling them and knowing that they smell so fucking good because your little pussy is so damn wet for me." He peeled them down and off her thick thighs and strong legs, surreptitiously licking the gusset and savoring the creamy, silky evidence of his girlfriend's arousal. "Damn, Baby, you taste so fucking good." He murmured. Before Mercedes could say anything, he licked her slit, lapping at the juice that clung to her vulva. He made happy humming sounds as he licked and kissed and tasted and teased.

He knew that he couldn't lap all of her juices away, since he knew she needed to be wet to take him inside, but if he could have, he would have. She tasted sweeter than anything he'd ever before consumed. She tasted of honey and vanilla, and musk and heaven. He licked her from the entrance to heaven, up to her clit one last time before fastening his lips to it. Mercedes screamed out his name as she was buffeted by wave upon wave of pleasure. "That's it Baby. Cum for me. You are so unearthly beautiful when you cum."

He used his fingers to hold her in the state of ultimate pleasure as he watched. Her back was bowed and her head thrashing against the pillow. Her breasts were vibrating they shook so hard, and she was screaming and crying in joy. Sam fumbled one handed with the Magnum box, ripping it open, tearing a gold packet from the strip, leaving half the packet on the strip as the condom flopped into his hand. Still he gently but masterfully kept up his light stroking of Mercedes clit. He managed to get the condom on, remembering to squeeze the reservoir tip. Finally just as Mercedes was starting to come back down to earth, Sam readied himself and pushed gently into her.

"Oh Shit…Sammmyy." Mercedes whimpered as she was stretched and filled by her love. Slowly, gently, carefully, Sam painstakingly worked himself deeper and deeper into Mercedes welcoming wetness. "More." She begged, "Oh God, more." But Sam held firm. Inching forward, until he finally had his entire cock buried balls deep inside her.

The care, however, had its own cost. Sam was holding onto his sanity by an ever-thinning thread. "Baby, you feel so damn good. Shit, how the hell did you get tighter while I was gone? Fuck. I wanted to take my time and make sweet, sweet love to you. But Godlee, Baby, I ain't got that kind of willpower."

Mercedes arched up under him, grinding herself against him. "Samuel Beaureguard Evans…We can go slow later. Right now I want you…I need you to fuck me. Okay Baby? Please." she whined.

Sam lowered his head to hers and kissed her until stars exploded behind their eye lids. He started moving his hips, drawing his cock almost all the way out of its home, before snapping them forward and slamming back into her. Mercedes screamed; her body shuttled back into orgasm. Her fingers tightened on Sam's arm, her nails sinking into the skin, as she came. "So good, Baby, I can feel you cumming all 'round me, and it feels so good." Sam moaned. He kept fucking her harder, and faster making her scream and claw at him as she rolled higher and higher on cresting waves of orgasm after delicious orgasm.

He held back his pleasure as long as he could, but it had been too long since he'd had this pleasure. Only one other time in his life had he felt like this, so his body was questing for that ultimate, amazing orgasm again. With a harsh cry of his love's name Sam's body tensed, his balls drew up tight to his body as he emptied them. The lovers collapsed together, panting, stroking, humping a little prolonging their pleasure and their passion.

On shaking legs, Sam made his way into the bathroom and shed the condom; he washed up quickly, and took a hot washcloth back into the bedroom to clean Mercedes up. That completed, he pulled her into his arms, and started to kiss and caress her anew. "Oh, I ain't near finished with you. We still have an hour left and I still need to make love to my girl." And he took his time and did just that. By the time he finished, Mercedes voice was hoarse from screaming and begging in pleasure. He'd wrung several concessions from her, including her agreement to wear a dress or skirt to school, and to always remember that she wasn't just loved that she was desired and wanted and the single sexiest woman in the history of the world.

When they finally dressed and made their way downstairs, Sam couldn't resist hugging and kissing his woman some more. When he felt himself getting hard again, despite the two previous amazingly strong orgasms, he could only laugh. "Told you I could make a good start, but I still want more of you."

"Boy, hush." Mercedes laughed. "I'm having trouble walking, and you're talking about more."

"Well, there is always tomorrow. Take a soak tonight, cause tomorrow, you're on top." He said with a leer. "You might as well get used to it, Baby, I'm done hiding how much I want you. hoe much I need you."

Mercedes laughed and turned to respond when the house phone rang. She went quickly to answer it. "We're on our own for dinner." She said as she returned, "My parents decided to go out to eat."

"Good. I know just what I want to eat." He laughed dragging her back up the stairs to her room. Where he spent the next half hour enjoying the least filling meal of his life. Before he rolled on another condom and made love to her from behind, taking her slowly and gently all the while lavishing attention on one of his favorite parts of her body. They made love so long that they ended up having to rush to dress when the adult Joneses pulled into the driveway. By the time the bantering parents entered the living room, Sam and Mercedes were, breathlessly, cuddled on the couch watching miscellaneous music videos.

For the rest of their life together, whenever late due to amorous activities and hassled for a reason for their tardiness, Sam and Mercedes would always respond the same way. "Would you believe we got held up watching music videos?" Often interviewers would jokingly ask if it was one of their own, but their tight intimate circle of friends knew that the Maxwell Smart-esque response was just their euphemism. Another favorite query of interviewers worldwide was to ask why Sam always walked several steps behind Mercedes at every red carpet event. They would simply laugh and blush, and brush the question aside with a laugh.

And oh yes, for those who wondered if Mercedes, Sam and Santana had the leads at Nationals that year…Remember one thing. Sue Sylvester. And it really was Jermaine Dupri who asked via Twitter to meet Sam's Lady. He got his wish in Chicago as Mercedes Jones and Artie Abrams hefted the first place trophy. Every year no matter the social media of the moment, Sam recreated his Mercy on Me thread, and every year he gained more and more followers. The couple's fans even spun them off to tell the artists how much they loved them.

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