She needed to taste him.

It had been one week. One week exactly since the broken pieces of her heart found their way back together. Seven days since she could breathe again. 168 hours since she found her smile. 10,080 minutes since she got her Sammy back. Mercedes knew they still had some wounds that needed to heal but she finally felt as if they were getting back to the way they used to be. The way they were over the summer back when everything was brand new and drama free. Back when falling in love with Sam was the most natural thing in the world. Mercedes missed that feeling so much but it all came rushing back in the past week. She had had little spurts of it before leading up to Valentine's Day but she couldn't truly embrace it because of Shane. She winced slightly at the thought of her ex but this time it was just passing feeling of guilt and regret as opposed to the suffocating feeling she had been living with for almost two months. She still hated what had happened but she didn't feel the need to punish herself for it any longer. She had realized that while she would like to have Shane's forgiveness one day, it was her inability to forgive herself that was holding her back. Once she was able to do that it was like a 100 pound weight was lifted off her shoulders. She would always regret the choices she made that hurt Shane, but she knew that she would never make them again. Mercedes blew out a deep breath and turned her thoughts back to Sam and instantly started to smile. Their relationship was in a weird stage at the moment, but it was one she enjoyed because it was something new. They both had extensive knowledge of the other's bodies but they still approached each other now as if they had never done anything besides hold hands. It was sweet and it up until a few days ago it made Mercedes feel all warm and fuzzy inside but now it was driving her crazy.

She needed to taste him.

Every day he walked her to class and he gently squeezed her hand with every step they took. When they got to the door he would bend down and kiss her cheek and it took every fiber of Mercedes' body not to attack him. They had an unspoken agreement to take things slow, but there was slow and then there was still. At the rate they were going turtles, slugs, and toothless infants who could barely hold their heads up where moving faster than they were. Mercedes loved Sam and she loved the fact that he was respecting some imaginary wish he decided she had to go slow, but enough was enough!

She had to taste him.

During History class while Mr. Schue droned on in the background about yet another subject he didn't know anything about Mercedes had a stroke of genius. She knew that Sam would only go as fast as she would allow so she was about to rev things up to high gear. She texted Santana who she knew was currently holed up in the girl's bathroom making out with Brittany.

-Hey, Satan

-What do you want Aretha? I'm busy.

-I know that. Let Brit breathe for a second and help a sista out.

-What's in it for me?

-I keep my mouth shut about your current whereabouts.

-Bitch

-U know it. U going to help or do I need to send Mr. Schue? Trust me he would love to bust u 2 up.

-Fine. What do u want?

-Unlock the Cheerio copy room for me and keep an eye out for Coach Sylvester.

-Why? U going to do something lame like Hobbit and Frankenteen and make a bunch of copies?

-Girl, please.

-So, what u need in the room for?

-Me & Sam need to talk about some things…

-Talk my ass. U hopping on those froggy lips?

-On his lips? No…

-Girl…

-U going to help or not?

-Can I watch?

-Hell no.

-Whatever, I'm busy with Britts anyway.

-Can I count on you?

-I got you. Just remember you owe me.

-As if you'd ever let me forget.

-U know me so well. Give me 5 mins.

-Thx girl.

Mercedes smiled softly to herself as she thought of all the things she planned to do to Sam when she got him alone. She knew he might be resistant at first, but she also knew that he wanted this as much as she did so she didn't think he'd put up too much of a fight. Mercedes tried to keep herself from fidgeting in her seat as she watched the final seconds ticked down on the clock but it was useless. The second the bell rang Mercedes jumped out of her seat and took off like she was Usain Bolt. As soon as she opened the door she ran smack into Sam. He opened his mouth to greet her but she grabbed his hand and told him to follow her. She was grateful that he was willingly following but she had no problem dragging him along if she had to. She was almost to the Cheerio copy room when she felt him tug on her hand.

"Ummm, Mercedes, you know Coach Sylvester will lose it if she finds out that we are in the Cheerios' copy room."

"It's okay, Santana unlocked it for me and she's keeping an eye out."

"Why do we need Santana to keep an eye ou-?"

Mercedes loved Sam to distraction but at that moment she really needed him to stop asking so many damn questions and put his lips to better use. She pulled open the door, shoved him inside, and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Mercedes, what in the hell…?"

"Kiss me. I need you to kiss me. Now."

Despite the force behind her words Mercedes was still terrified that Sam might reject her, and the fact that he was standing frozen in front of her was doing nothing to calm her fears.

"Sam!"

Mercedes knew she sounded desperate but she didn't care at that moment, she wanted him and she wanted him now. Thankfully, hearing his name seemed to snap Sam out of his daze and he looked up at her with hungry eyes. Mercedes knew that look. She had missed that look desperately, and more importantly she had missed what always came right after it. She waited for him to make a move but he seemed to be hesitating. She could sense he was trying to calm himself down a little bit before he kissed her but she didn't want that. She didn't want a calm, restrained Sam giving her measured kisses. She wanted a wild, passionate Sam that was going to do his best to eat her alive. She wanted him all over her. She needed him all over her.

She needed to taste him.

Mercedes could barely hear herself think over their heavy pants in the silent room. Why were they breathing so hard? Where had all the air gone? Mercedes quickly forgot all about air and breathing as she watched Sam creep up closer and closer to her. She pressed herself up against the door and waited until Sam's hard body was fully against hers. She was trapped in the most sensual way possible and she never wanted to move. His body felt like home to hers and so it started to make itself comfortable. Without even thinking Mercedes let out a low moan and begin to rub her body slowly against Sam's. It felt so good and she didn't want to stop but then she heard,

"Mercedes? Look at me."

Mercedes considered ignoring him at first because she could tell by his strained tone she probably wasn't going to like what he said but she looked up at him anyway. She immediately noticed his clenched jaw and the slightly glazed look in his eyes.

"Baby, you've gotta stop."

"Why?"

Mercedes knew she was whining but she didn't care. They were alone, it was private, and they had a look-out why did they have stop?

"Because if you keep that up we are going to be doing something in here that will get us killed by Coach Sylvester."

Mercedes weighed the consequences and realized that Sam was right and she knew that a quickie in the Cheerio copy room wouldn't be worth the certain death they would face at the hands of Coach Sylvester. She forced her body to stop but that didn't stop her from pouting a little.

"Soon baby, I promise."

Mercedes smiled up at Sam because she could hear the way he gritted his teeth when he forced out that sentence and she knew that soon meant REAL soon. She watched as Sam licked his lips and she felt herself mimic his action. His lips looked so good, and Mercedes was so hungry from him she knew she had to have him now.

"Please Sam, I don't want to wait any longer."

Mercedes gave him her patented puppy dog eyes that she found worked like a charm on him over the summer and she watched with satisfaction as he folded like a house of cards.

Sam leaned in until their lips were lightly touching. They breathed gently into each other's slightly parted mouths before Sam gave Mercedes a light kiss. Mercedes smiled at the sweet contact and the few more sweet kisses that followed. Finally when it seemed that Sam finally reached the end of the rope and he said,

"Open your mouth for me."

Mercedes gut clenched at the sound of his low, sexy voice but she didn't hesitate to open her mouth for him. The second it could fit, Sam's tongue was in her mouth and he was pressing her firmly into the door. Being in between two very hard surfaces was more of a turn on than Mercedes could have ever imagined. Sam started to slow down and give her lighter kisses but Mercedes knew he was trying to control himself and she wasn't having it. She grabbed a few strands of dirty blonde hair at the back of his head and said,

"Don't you dare."

Sam didn't say a word, he just grabbed Mercedes face and started kissing her deeper and deeper and deeper until they couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. The next few minutes were filled with soft moans, wandering hands, and wet, slurping noises. At this point Mercedes was so hot she feared she would spontaneously combust. She knew she promised Sam she would chill with all the extracurricular activities downstairs but the feeling of him against her after this all time was a temptation too strong to ignore. She wrapped her leg around Sam and she felt his firm heat pressed right there. She slowly rocked back and forth against him, but not too much because she didn't want him to make her stop. She didn't have to worry about that too much because the next thing she knew Sam had hiked her other leg up and slammed her back against the door. This time he was the one in charge of all the rocking and it felt so damn good to Mercedes.

"Sam…oh, God…Sam, please baby…I need…I oh, God.."

"What do you need? Huh? Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Taste me…"

The words were out of Mercedes' mouth before she could stop them, but she knew she didn't regret them. Even though she and Sam had done plenty of stuff over the summer they never did that even though Sam told her time and time again that he wanted to. She was self-conscious then but she sure as hell wasn't self-conscious now.

"Mercedes, are you sure?"

Mercedes tried not to be hurt by the uncertainty in Sam's voice but it was impossible not to be. Did he not want to do it anymore? Mercedes quickly tried to save face.

"You don't have to if you don't want to…I just thought…"

"Don't apologize for telling me what you want, don't ever apologize for that. How can I know how to please you if don't?"

Mercedes' heart warmed at his words and she felt foolish for ever doubting him.

"I love you Mercedes, and all I want to do is please you but is the Cheerio copy room really the place you want this to happen for the first time?"

Mercedes took in her surroundings and grimaced. Sam was right she didn't want to look back and remember this place as being the first time she did anything with Sam.

"I guess I didn't think this through very much, did I?"

"Well, I should hope not. Considering what I was doing to you I hope you weren't thinking at all."

Mercedes blushed and hid her face in Sam's shirt.

"Hey…" Mercedes smiled softly as Sam used his finger to tip her face up to his. "Don't ever feel too ashamed to tell me what you want. The two of us sharing our love is nothing to be ashamed of, got it?"

"Got it."

Mercedes leaned up and gave Sam a small kiss.

"I guess we should get back before Santana pulls a Mr. Schue and comes and finds us."

Sam visibly shuddered at the thought and Mercedes laughed.

"Yeah, let's go. I'll walk you to class."

"You going to give me a real kiss this time?"

"No."

"Excuse me? Why not?"

"Our real kisses are a little too x-rated for school hallways don't you think?"

"Well…"

Mercedes tensed as she felt Sam's warm breath on her earlobe.

"The next time I give you a real kiss I want to do it all over, do you understand?"

Mercedes felt herself start to tremble. What was this man doing to her?

"The next time I give you a real kiss I want to have all my attention focused on you which means I don't want to worry about wandering eyes, or teachers, or friends busting in on us. Do you understand?"

Mercedes grabbed his forearms and swallowed deeply. She couldn't figure out why her balance was shot to hell and throat was so dry all of a sudden.

"Baby, I can't hear you. Do. You. Understand?"

"Ye…ye…y….mmm-hmmm."

Mercedes wondered briefly if she would recover her use of the English language anytime soon.

Sam laughed softly into her ear and then buried his face into his neck. Mercedes closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of having him in her arms again.

"I love you Sam."

Mercedes felt him smile into her neck before he said,

"I love you too."

They leaned back in each other's arms and just took the other one in for a moment. Once they got their fill the straightened up their clothing and headed out the door. As Mercedes walked down the hallway she savored the feeling of being able to take deep, cleansing breaths. She appreciated being able to look around and take in everything around her. She thanked God for the feeling of Sam's strong, beautiful hands in hers. She licked her lips and melted at the taste of him. Mercedes once told Sam that she didn't know who she was in love but she knew now. She finally figured out that being herself…being her true self was all she ever needed to be. She wasn't her true self with Shane and even though it didn't excuse her actions in any way it still gave a reason for them. Shane deserved more than a half a woman and that's all he would ever get from her. Mercedes now knew without a doubt that the reason she felt so at ease with Sam was because she was truly herself with him. That's why she gave him her heart freely without a second thought, and that's why she didn't want it back.

Her heart belonged to him and his belonged to her and they were both finally whole again.