A/N: So I decided that in the midst of a little writers block I was going to start a new story. This story is being written because I'm feeling a little angsty and need somewhere to put those feelings.
This is not connected to the He Who Holds Universe at all and it is a canon based story, but in the future and will not be affected by anything after Season 3. OH, and Shane wasn't Mercedes ex. I'll address who her ex is at some point.
So read and enjoy, oh and expect a new chapter of 'He Who Holds her Heart' REALLY soon
The Things We Do For Love
Chapter 1
Mercedes could hear the roar of the audience as she stepped out on stage for her final song of the night. As she approached the lone stool in the middle of the stage bathed in a golden spotlight she breathed in her last minutes on the stage before this concert was over.
She smoothed her hands down her jeans clad legs and loved the fact that she always did her encore dressed down. Well, that's if you could call custom designed jeans that had painstakingly perfect holes and patches on them and a purple designer shirt that molded her curves just so and gave the audience a subtle glimpse of cleavage. She even took off a lot of her makeup before coming out to perform her last song. It was a stripped down version of herself from the rest of her concert which consisted of elaborate costumes and sexy gowns.
Mercedes settled back onto the stool as she started to hum the first couple of notes of the song and felt at ease when she heard her girls hum the notes after her. She slipped her hair over her shoulder and grabbed the mic in both hands.
The talks we had on stormy nights
I often rushed away
When you were not in common sight
I was held by your embrace
I gaze and see the pain you feel
To think we had to part
I didn't feel you loved me
So I played games with your heart
CHORUS:
It was inside that I cried
It was inside that I cried
No long drawn out speeches
No sad tear solves goodbye
It was inside that I cried
It was inside that I cried
Don't be deceived by what you saw
It was inside that I cried
You treated me just like a queen
For me that wasn't enough
You showered me with expensive things
But I found a new love
Mistakes I made were fatal ones
Finally I see you cared
I can't undo what has been done
Now I need you, and you're not there
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
No more prayers to make for tomorrow
Our time has slipped away
I feel so helpless
There's nothing I can do or say
To make things better
It was inside that I cried
It was inside that I cried
No long drawn out speeches
No sad tear solves goodbye
It was inside that I cried for you
Now you're never coming back for me no more
No oh baby I know, I know, I know, I know that I was wrong
So you left me all alone
Don't go
Don't be deceived by what you saw
It was inside that I cried
Mercedes wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled slightly to herself. "Thank you!" She bowed to the audience. "Now you know I can't leave you on that sad note. I wanna know, who's in the MOOD? Because I'm in the mood!" She grabbed the mic off the stand as she ran towards the back of the stage making a kissy face at Artie who started spinning her track. Mercedes flirted with the audience as she sang CeCe Peniston's 'I'm in the Mood'.
She'd stop here and there on the stage to coax the audience to sing back to her. She ran up to the rise where her girls were singing backup. Mercedes turned her back to the audience as she faced Tina, Quinn and Santana. She shook her hips back and forth seductively, rotating them around making the crowd go crazy.
As the song came to an ending Mercedes made her way to the front of the stage with her girls behind her. They were singing the chorus behind her as she bowed and held her heart from all love she felt flowing over her. "Ladies and gentlemen thank you so much for coming out! I love you more than you know. Cleveland you are beautiful!" She curtsied to the audience and heard someone yell out, 'I love you Mercedes'. She couldn't help but squeal from the love she was feeling. She blow one last kiss to the audience and said goodnight as she walked off the stage.
As Mercedes made her way backstage she was met immediately by her personal assistant, the girl as usual was droning on about how amazing Mercedes was and as much as she appreciated the girl she wasn't trying to hear her at that moment. Mercedes was still too wrapped up in that euphoric feeling that she felt as soon as she got on stage and she always felt the same feeling even after getting off of the stage at the end of the concert. The only other time she got this kind of high was of the orgasmic kind.
And as if on cue there he stood, fucking Sam Evans. She looked him up and down and noticed that after the guys set he hadn't taken a shower. He was still in that super tight white wifebeater and ass/balls too tight jeans. She squinted her eyes as she tried to walk past.
"Mercedes, how in the world could you sing that song?" Sam pushed off of the wall to stand next to her.
Mercedes looked around and screwed up her face. "I'm sorry you don't approve of my song list. And how in the world could you offend me by not taking a shower, my half of the concert is a bit long for you to still be in those stinky ass clothes." She leaned in and smelled him; damn he didn't stink at all. He smelled good, whatever.
"I don't stink! And I took a shower."
"Sure you did! What do you want Sam? You are messing up my performance high." She started walking away and noticed that her assistant Carly had run off, that girl did always seemed to high tale it every time she and Sam started up.
"I want to talk Mercedes."
"About?" She could feel his breath on her neck and it made an instant tingle to course over her body and she couldn't deny the throb between her legs. It was always this way between them.
Sam grabbed Mercedes arm getting her to a stop and pulled her around to him. "The fact that you love me and I love you!"
"And who ever said that was enough Sam? And from what I recall you are usually known for only speaking such pretty words when you want something. Mostly when we fuck!" Mercedes crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she saw Artie and the girls starting at her as they walked past her and Sam. Santana placed a hand on her shoulder and Mercedes patted her hand and mouthed 'I'm fine'.
"You know that isn't true Mercedes. I'm not the one who's scared, that would be you! You are the one who runs from me, not me. I've been here this whole time and it's where I'm gonna stay. I can easily tell you I love you, can you say the same thing? I know you love me, that you're in love with me. Why are you so damned scared? I love now and I loved you then! Why won't you give in to me?"
"I don't want to get into this with you right now Sam. Shouldn't you be on the bus with the guys? Aren't you all heading out to the next city tonight?"
"The guys have already headed off, they told me to get my shit with you squared away and they'd see me in the next city."
"I can't deal with this right now Sam. No matter what our feelings it makes this tour really difficult when I have nowhere to breath from you."
"I remember a time when you didn't want to breathe without me, where we were like one." He spoke in her ear holding her close to him. He looked down at her and she couldn't help but look straight back up at him and their breathing pattern became the same. "I'm the one you want, why are you playing these games? Do I have to be balls deep inside of your quivering body to get a response from you, because God knows I know how to hit just the right spots…"
He couldn't get out another word before Mercedes pulled back and slapped him across the face. "I don't play games! And tell the boys to fuck us sorting things out." She ran down the way and saw her manager Vincent leaning up against her dressing room door. She put her hand up, "Don't start Vincent!"
Mercedes loved Vincent like a second father. When things had been going crazy for her during the first year in L.A. he'd come along and renegotiated her contract and took her under his wing. He'd helped her make a lot of money by getting her in contact with the right people and she'd made him a lot of money right back. "Mercedes I can't go break the kid's kneecaps for you; you know I don't do that anymore." Mercedes couldn't help but laugh, Vincent was from an old school Italian family that had tight connections to many different underhanded dealings in all of the major U.S. cities, but Vincent had noticed a star in Mercedes and left that life behind him, well to a certain degree. It never hurt when he needed to get some things moved or done. "MJ he's a good kid! I don't know why you are so…" He searched for a word that wouldn't set her off, "Apprehensive of truly having a relationship with him."
"Vincent, you know I respect the hell out of you but Sam and I have so much history. It's just… he's so damned possessive and intense. I'm only 21; do you know he asked me to marry him in high school?"
"And do you know how many albums your relationship with him has sold? I mean triple platinum, diamond on and on with a sold out concert and it doesn't hurt that now the guys are on tour with you. You have no clue how proud I am to have gotten those panty droppers to be my other clients."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, "You and your conflict of interest. I will admit you are brilliant that the tour is sold out nationwide and I can't even imagine how things will be once we get to Europe but I'm exhausted Vinnie. He makes me exhausted; it would be career suicide to derail this tour. When do we get our next break?"
Vincent looked at his phone. "Two shows in PA and then the NYC show and a two week break is coming your way!"
"Can you just talk to Sam, maybe get him to back off?"
"I'll try as I might, but that kid's in hard love with you. I can't mess with that. Hell, I can't even throw free poontang."
"Yeah, Sam never cheats. It's not his style, when he's in love that's it. Why can't I just tell him I don't love him and for him to move on?"
"Didn't you try that when you first went out to L.A.? And all that go you was his ass almost ruining his last year of high school to follow you out to Cali to convince you to take his pussy ass back."
Mercedes laughed to herself. She shook her head and acknowledged the fact that Sam is a mess and Vincent knew a lot of their relationship, but he didn't know everything. Vincent kissed Mercedes cheek as he headed out. She completed the task of her after concert ritual. She took off her makeup and removed the clip-in extensions her stylist used on her hair to give it more drama. She loved people fussing over her to get her ready, but she was always happy to get herself relaxed after a show.
She slipped out of her sparkly heels and replaced them with some black sandals. She put her hair up in a ponytail, took off all her jewelry and eased into a tanktop and yoga pants. She was finally ready to head to the hotel for a goodnights sleep. Johnny her bodyguard was waiting outside of her room as she exited and the roadies instantly attacked the room with Carly the second that Mercedes left it.
"Straight to the hotel MJ?"
"You know it Johnny!" Granted, as Johnny opened the backdoor Mercedes was instantly back on her high as she saw a bunch of her fans waiting outside. "Well, after some pictures and autographs."
"Yes ma'am." Johnny turned to the crowd that was being held back by the venues security and allowed his voice to boom over them. "Alright folks, Ms. Jones is tired but she's gonna sign some autographs and take some pictures. You all have 20 minutes and if you don't get it I'm sorry!"
20 minutes later Johnny had to pull Mercedes away from her fans. She was known to forgo a decent amount of sleep just to get to meet her fans. She just loved them that much, even after several tours and albums. As Johnny walked Mercedes down to her room he noticed she seemed a little sad, "Sam issues?"
"Isn't that all of my issues?"
"If he wasn't such a good guy, I'd break his little ass! He's lucky I like him." Mercedes chuckled and looked the 6'6 half Italian and half black ex bodybuilder up and down and patted his shoulder. He was just a big old softy.
"Get some sleep Johnny."
"I'll be right across the hall if you need anything."
"I know, night!" She'd always had Johnny across the street from her as opposed to in the room right next to hers. She liked her privacy. She pushed up the door and could see the outline on the bed, but she loved Sam!
"What took you so long? You get bombarded by fans?"
Mercedes smiled and shook her head. "Have you been waiting long?"
Sam sat up in the bed throwing the remote to the side of him. "You know I'd wait forever for you!"
"Corny ass, I swear! Does your cheek hurt?" She winced a little at the idea of having hit him.
He rubbed his cheek, "It's feeling better, but I'll have a nice lovely handprint mark on my face."
Mercedes dropped her purse, took off her shoes and walked up to the bed. She hit her thighs up against the bed as she scooted his naked ass forward, placing his legs on the outside of hers. "Well, you shouldn't say things that totally piss me off Sam! Why do you have to start all the time? You know I love you and you know you are it. I obviously don't want anyone else and I obviously have never slept with anyone." Mercedes let out a yelp as Sam tossed her on her back.
"You'd fuckin' better not!" He planked his naked body over her completely clothed form.
"See, possessive ass!" She slapped his ass as he nibbled her bottom lip. "You'd better not!"
"Never have, never will. My cock only bends for your pussy!" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"I still question your Stallions days, but whatever."
He kissed her collarbone. "I did not touch, not one single girl!" He racked his eyes over her body. "Now, you have on too many clothes and that's just something I can't deal with." He held himself up with one arm and his feet as he helped Mercedes pull down her pants and panties.
Mercedes looked at Sam's yoga pose and rolled her eyes. "You are two steps away from being Sting! You soon to be tantric mother fucker."
"I only fuck you, mother!"
"Egh, don't try to be sexy when you say shit like that." His hair tickled her face as he kissed neck and she couldn't help but laugh. He pulled back and gave her a look, "Sorry!" She grabbed the bottom of her tank to take it off and his hands stilled hers.
"Keep it on, but take off that damned bra. I need to see my breasts through that shirt. You know I own every inch of your body." Mercedes took the bra off from under her shirt and they both sighed. "Mmmm, look at those beautiful things! My favorite wetdream since 16."
Mercedes head fell back as Sam sucked her nipples through her shirt. "Fuck Sam, how long are you going to torture me." He lifted his upper body off of her pinching and twisting her nipples in between his fingers.
"Until you agree to marry me."
Mercedes sat up and grabbed Sam's raging hard on. "Funny, I was under the impression that your ass is already married to me."
Sam loosened one of Mercedes hands from his dick, while the other one got tighter. "Shit Mercy! I meant until we have a wedding everyone knows about."
Mercedes fell back against the bed letting go of him in the process. "Come on Sam. Our parents and siblings know! When this tour is over…"
"Vincent doesn't even know. All of our friends believe we have a love/hate relationship. We've been married for six months baby. When can I share with the world you are my wife, that we don't have problems; well other than the fact that our marriage is a secret. What is up with us being a secret? Aren't you proud to be my wife?" Sam sat up and put his back against the headframe of the bed.
She scooted up next to him and sat back on her knees. "I am more proud of you then you'll ever know. I love you so much Sam! It's just…I swear before we hit our one year anniversary I'll tell. Okay?" Sam reached out and pulled the haphazard ponytail out of Mercedes hair. "I'm sorry I've made our love secret again." She looked at Sam through veiled eyes.
"Come here baby." Sam patted his lap and as Mercedes straddled him he slide inside of the only physical home he'd ever known. He fisted his hands in her hair as she gripped him tightly within her body. "I can't stay mad at you, I love you too much. But, I promise you Cedes I'll only give you the next six months and I will show the world my ass. So do what you gotta do or I will." With that he lifted her and slammed her back down onto him intently staring down at her as he slammed her harder and harder down on his cock.
A/N: So what did you think? I can't wait to hear what you all think. You will get a chance to meet all of Sam's group mates in the next chapter and the interesting dynamic that they have. Oh, I haven't decided on a name yet for the guys group that is why I didn't mention it.
So please review when you get a chance. If you hated it, let me know, if you loved it, let me know. Oh, better sex is to come!
The song at the beginning of the chapter was 'Inside That I Cried' by Cece Peniston.