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[Glee] but it keeps finding me (Sam/Mercedes)
Title: but it keeps finding me
Fandom: Glee
Length: 449 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_anon: I would really love some Sam/Mercedes where they mutually reassured one another about how hot they are. Whatever other kinks are welcome too.
Pairing: Sam/Mercedes
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Honestly, Mercedes didn't expect Sam to react like this when her fingers trailed up under the hem of his shirt. She teased her fingernails across his abs, and he gulped and froze. She froze too.
Honestly, Mercedes didn't expect Sam to react like this when her fingers trailed up under the hem of his shirt. She teased her fingernails across his abs, and he gulped and froze. She froze too.
"You okay?" she whispered. Maybe the reason Sam had dated Quinn was because they had similar views on making out. Maybe this was too much too fast. She just... she really liked him. She wasn't going to follow any of Cosmo's rules for dating, or whatever they said in those magazines. She was carving her own path.
Sam shifted in the seat. They were in the backseat of Mercedes's mom's car, and the distant light of a streetlamp was stark in a stripe across his face. He looked embarrassed.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "I mean, with Nationals and all, I haven't been sticking to my work-out routines, and I think it shows."
Mercedes couldn't help herself: she laughed in disbelief. "Do you see who you're looking at, Sam Evans? Do you think I'd care if you couldn't bounce a quarter off your abs? Which, I'm pretty sure I could, but I don't want to lose it in the dark."
She pulled her hands out from under his shirt anyway, but he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and said, tone sincere, "But you're really beautiful, Mercedes. I don't care how much you weigh."
"Good. I didn't want to have to throw you out of this car." She leaned in on his shoulder and took his hand. The pressing urge to makeout had passed for the moment.
He leaned over and kissed her temple. Mercedes sighed happily. Then she squeezed his hand.
"I can't believe a guy like you isn't confident in the way he looks," she said. "You were going to be Rocky! In those little shorts."
Which she had totally admired, not that she'd said anything at the time.
Sam shuddered. "I was petrified. I don't think I ate anything for three days beforehand."
She swatted him with her free hand. "Sam Evans, don't let me catch you doing that to yourself. It's awful for your body. You'd be handsome whether you weighed what you weigh now, or twice as much. It's what's in your head that counts."
"I promise you, my lady," he said, tone solemn. She couldn't help but smile. She loved it when he got all gentlemanly.
"Well, good," she said, shifting around in the car again so that she could kiss him. "I'll be checking."
He just laughed and kissed her back.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 449 words
Prompt:
glee_anon: I would really love some Sam/Mercedes where they mutually reassured one another about how hot they are. Whatever other kinks are welcome too.Pairing: Sam/Mercedes
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Honestly, Mercedes didn't expect Sam to react like this when her fingers trailed up under the hem of his shirt. She teased her fingernails across his abs, and he gulped and froze. She froze too.
Honestly, Mercedes didn't expect Sam to react like this when her fingers trailed up under the hem of his shirt. She teased her fingernails across his abs, and he gulped and froze. She froze too.
"You okay?" she whispered. Maybe the reason Sam had dated Quinn was because they had similar views on making out. Maybe this was too much too fast. She just... she really liked him. She wasn't going to follow any of Cosmo's rules for dating, or whatever they said in those magazines. She was carving her own path.
Sam shifted in the seat. They were in the backseat of Mercedes's mom's car, and the distant light of a streetlamp was stark in a stripe across his face. He looked embarrassed.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "I mean, with Nationals and all, I haven't been sticking to my work-out routines, and I think it shows."
Mercedes couldn't help herself: she laughed in disbelief. "Do you see who you're looking at, Sam Evans? Do you think I'd care if you couldn't bounce a quarter off your abs? Which, I'm pretty sure I could, but I don't want to lose it in the dark."
She pulled her hands out from under his shirt anyway, but he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and said, tone sincere, "But you're really beautiful, Mercedes. I don't care how much you weigh."
"Good. I didn't want to have to throw you out of this car." She leaned in on his shoulder and took his hand. The pressing urge to makeout had passed for the moment.
He leaned over and kissed her temple. Mercedes sighed happily. Then she squeezed his hand.
"I can't believe a guy like you isn't confident in the way he looks," she said. "You were going to be Rocky! In those little shorts."
Which she had totally admired, not that she'd said anything at the time.
Sam shuddered. "I was petrified. I don't think I ate anything for three days beforehand."
She swatted him with her free hand. "Sam Evans, don't let me catch you doing that to yourself. It's awful for your body. You'd be handsome whether you weighed what you weigh now, or twice as much. It's what's in your head that counts."
"I promise you, my lady," he said, tone solemn. She couldn't help but smile. She loved it when he got all gentlemanly.
"Well, good," she said, shifting around in the car again so that she could kiss him. "I'll be checking."
He just laughed and kissed her back.