#para: mercedes

[wmucody]

@wmu-cedes

The blaring alarm clock dragged Cody from his slumber. A groan rumbled through his lips as he turned to silence his phone. Tuesdays were his least favourite day. His graphic design history class was followed by the fundamental basics of Adobe. A skill that he had mastered from the age of sixteen. As a younger boy he would stay up into the late hours of the night creating and designing anything that came to the forefront of his mind. He always wished to draw but it was just never a skill that came to friend him. That carried on into his current life. His drawing expertise was limited to grafitti-style writing and other font creations. Brushing his hair into place, Cody looked at himself in the mirror. He had been on autopilot for a couple days now. He couldn't remember doing his skincare, making his bed, or putting on the outfit that he was now stood in. He knew deep down that the situation with Mercedes was hurting him but the ability to switch off his feelings were keeping the feelings at bay. The Switch, as he named it, was a part of his personality ever since he could remember. Maybe it was a trauma response, maybe it was his inability to feel anything to his core. Cody was never sure where it came from but he had no control over it. As soon as there was any danger to his feelings Cody would switch off and shut down. He also didn't want to part ways with it. It kept him safe.

As he was about to leave the dorm he noticed a soft material poking from his wardrobe. Curious to what it was he walked himself over and slithered the textile between his fingers. "Fuck sake," he uttered. He knew exactly who the shirt belonged to just by it's material. Mercedes. She had left it here one late night and he always promised to get it back to her but it always felt short from his mind. Another downfall of Cody's. Out of sight, out of mind. It must have slipped off the hanger as Cody was removing his clothes from the wardrobe.

Grabbing the shirt Cody headed to his desk. Ripping a lined page from his notebook, he removed a lid of a pen with his teeth and began jotting down a note. Mercedes, here's your shirt back. I know how much you love the way it sits on you. Sorted. He would leave the shirt at the door with a note and then leave. That way there would be no painful interaction between them both. Clattering the pen down he had left the room before the desk items stopped shaking. Rushing across campus Cody apologised to others for not being able to stop and speak as he usually would. He just needed to drop the shirt off and leave in the sleekest way possible.

Reaching the dorm door that he was oh so familiar with. He lowered himself into a kneeling position. The shirt was scrunched up into his hand. Cody glanced at the shirt knowing that he couldn't leave it sitting there as if it held no importance to anyone. Folding the shirt as neatly as he could Cody laid it back down on the ground, placing the small note on top. As he was about to pull himself back up to a normal standing position he lost balance, crashing into the dorm door.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Cody repeated, whispering to himself so he wouldn't make any further noise. "Fucking stupid idiot."

[samevans-wmu]

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"Hold up." he paused and looked at his date with absolute confusion. "How are you not cold?" The only naked thing I've got on me is my collar bone and maybe a flash of chest. And I have a jacket." He tried not to laugh at the scenario but a small chuckle escaped him. Sam sat next to Mercedes and the longer he's there the more warmth returned to him. "I really shouldn't have gone outside. That was my first mistake." It really was all on him after all but now he's inside the heated warmth he's feeling less Samcicle and more Sam. "BTW, Merce. You look damn hot. A total smoke show. I bet a hundred people asked you to dance with 'em while I was running around stuffing my face." Speaking of which, Sam grabbed a napkin and wiped at the corners of his lips. "If I had any say I'd give you that Winter Ball Queen crown right now."

@wmu-cedes

[mattschues]

F2F || Matt & Mercedes

It was well into the party now and as much as Matt tried to curb his drinking he figured tonight he’d allow himself to splurge. Which also meant he didn’t know how many he’s had by now. But hey! At least he’s still walking and talking and not leaning on walls for support. Though, to at least be somewhat responsible, he grabbed a water bottle and switched to that for right now. Matt drank half of it, relishing how good it actually tasted and attributed it to being cold. He was in the middle of twisting the lid on when he heard a laugh, one that he recognized. “Is that Mercedes over there?” he called across the room and went over to her and said, “How come you never text me anymore? You have any idea how many nights I’ve cried because we don’t talk anymore?” He’s so full of shit but he said it was one of those pouts however a smile threatened to ruin the whole thing.

@divamercedesajones​

[henryxmcintosh]

F2F || Henry & Mercedes

Henry went into his room and spotted a couple he didn’t recognize kissing on his bed. That was....not what he expected to see in there and stepped outside of the room just as quickly because he didn’t know if he should tell them to get out or leave them alone. As he took a step back someone bumped against his back and Henry turned around to apologize. It took two seconds for him to recognize Mercedes Jones, who he’s worked with through her Mercy’s House foundation. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was behind me.” He said, making sure she didn’t have a drink in hand. “I think there are more people here than who were originally invited.” Henry said with a laugh as he tried not to think about the couple on his bed. “Glad you could make it. I talked to your cousin earlier and she mentioned you two going to a party.”

@divamercedesajones​

[santanawhatsit2ya]

Drunken Blues

Santana really was at a loss of what to do. She didn’t have many friends outside of work. Even then she hesitated to call her coworkers friends because aside from the occasional meet up at the local pub (and the one time she hooked up with a scrub nurse) she didn’t hang out with them outside of work. None of them had even been over to her house. She posted online looking for anybody to hang out with or entertain her. She got a few that made her smile. A couple made her roll her eyes and she didn’t put much thought or effort into those. But the one that mainly struck her was Mercedes. She and Mercedes had a love hate relationship in high school. But they had a kind of mutual understanding of each other.

But when Mercedes hit her up and said that she was welcome over to her house anytime, she decided to take her up on it. She hadn’t really hung out with anybody in high school in forever so to calm her nerves and let herself have more fun she took a few shots. Four shots to be exact. She was about to order an Uber, but realized in her pre drunk haze she realized she didn’t even have Mercedes’ address. So, she sent out a text to the other woman.

*Text* From: Santana To:’Cedes - Hey! I’m takin’ you up on your offer. You better be ready. I’m bringing alcohol.

*Text* From: Santana To: ‘Cedes - What’s your address???

@heiressmercyjones

[see-jess-write]

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@katewritcs

“Wha-” She paused, shaking her head at him momentarily, only to sit down opposite him on the ottoman. “Jeremy, if you think that this is all you’re good for, then you’re not in your right damn mind. You’re good for so much more than this.” 

The man was drunk. After the last class let out for the day he spent time with a few of his colleagues; lost in discussions about ethics and the ever-changing system which founded their society. The private school underwent a few, mostly pertaining to voids, and as much as he wanted people to earn a right to reclaim their freedom - from wrongs they dad as children, Jeremy hesitated. 

This hesitation came from his own upbringing and how the entirety of his life they used voids to handle everything the St. James’ deemed as lowly

Now, with a young bride and a plan to move from Canada to return to the United States, James knew once they set foot in Boston Mercedes would see the world he’s most familiar with.

Those slurred words, no actual truth in them, left a heavy weight on his chest and Jeremy knew he needed to clarify. “I meant for our future. When we return to Boston you may not like the lifestyle I intend to return to. It’s not as progressive as here.”

[hartofbel]

Three Way | Belsley-cedes

Who: Jezebel Hart, Mercedes Jones ( @mercedesajones ), and Ainsley Corcoran ( @ainsley-corcoran )

What: NHIE Task #14: Never have I ever had a threesome.

When: Tuesday July 23, 2019

Tuesday couldn't come fast enough for Mercedes, getting the chance to be with Bel and Ainsley was something she had been patiently waiting for. She found both girls to be very beautiful and while she and Ainsley have shared a few fun times, Mercedes had yet to do all the things to Bel that she spoke weeks ago. Taking extra care to relax she showered, and stepped into a pair of black and pink bra and boy short set. Adding her brown sugar and vanilla body spray she glanced at herself once more before leaving. Making her way to Ainsley's dorm, she smoothed down her sundress before knocking on the door.

Of all the tasks and potential tasks that Bel was going to do during this event, this time with Ainsley and Mercedes was what she was looking forward to the most. She was nervous beyond belief because she'd never been with Mercedes this was before, but she also couldn't wait for the torture that was in store for her. She made sure she showered after classes so that she could be cleanly shaven and smell good for the two gorgeous women she would be spending her night with. To settle her nerves, she knelt at Ainsley's feet as they waited for Mercedes to arrive and it took all of her control to not jump up and run to the door when she heard the knock. She looked up at Ainsley expectedly,  her body buzzing with anticipation.

Ainsley was absolutely thrilled to get to play with two of her favorite girls at the same time. Mercedes was stunning and entirely too alluring, and Bel, well, Bel was everything. Between the two of them, she knew she was in for an amazing night. There were several ideas swirling around her head, as usual, and it was hard to choose between them- even after she narrowed them down to just a few. For sure, though, she knew she was going to have the opportunity to fuck the switch with her strap on- something she'd been thinking about since they last played together. Sitting on the couch, her hands idly played in Bel’s hair as she considered which ideas they should save for later, and which she just wasn't going to be able to wait to play out. Hearing a knock on the door, she nodded with a smile at Bel. “Go ahead and let Miss Mercedes in, Jezebel.”

As nervous as she was, Bel bolted as soon as Ainsley instructed her to do so. She basically ran to the door, glad that Ainsley let her wear a robe for Mercedes' arrival. She knew that she'd be losing it eventually, but it was more of a security blanket. While she was excited, she was still nervous about sleeping with new people. Bel pulled the robe closer around her body and opened the door with a huge smile. "Hi, Diva!" She pulled her into a hug and pressed a kiss to her cheek as she pulled her in and closed the door behind her. "I'm so glad you're finally here; that we're finally here getting to do this!"

Mercedes smiled sincerely seeing Bel, the girl always found a way to make her smile. "Hi Beautiful Bel, I am glad I get tot do this too. I have waited far too long to get my hands on you." She said hugging her back and walking into the room. "Hi Mistress, looking gorgeous as ever." She said greeting Ainsley. She couldn't feel her nervousness anymore because being with the two of them was something she had wanted and needed.

As if she couldn’t be more excited, Bel’s enthusiasm was absolutely infectious. Unable to sit still any longer, she got to her feet to welcome Mercedes properly. Pressing a kiss to the top of her submissive’s head, she moved over to pull the other switch into a hug. “Hey, how are you feeling?” She asked, wanting to make sure the other girl was still feeling good about their plans. From the looks of things, it seemed so, but it never hurt to double check. “I’m super excited to get to play with you and Bel both. It was difficult to decide what ideas would have to wait.”

Bel leaned into the kiss that Ainsley initiated before moving out of the way so that Mercedes and Ainsley could greet each other. She stilled momentarily at the greeting, tucking that thought away to be discussed later. The current excitement she was feeling for the scene drowned out everything else she was feeling and she was able to focus on the the here and now and the fun they were about to have. She wrapped her arms around Mercedes once again and turned to face her Mistress. "So what plans do you have for us tonight?" She asked after the exchange between the other two.

Mercedes nodded. "I am feeling like I am so happy we get to finally do this. I know I can't wait to begin." Mercedes smiled towards Bel and nodded. "Yes Mistress I think we both would love to hear your thoughts. We are yours have us do what you will."

Ainsley grinned toothily, “I’m glad you asked. And I will definitely be sharing my ideas.” She quipped, stepping back. “First and foremost, though, I’d like to move this into the spare room. I picked out a few toys that I think might be fun to play with. And I most definitely want to see both of you on your knees for me.” Ainsley wasted no more time, before leading them into the other room, eager to begin their evening together.(edited)

This was a side of Ainsley Bel got to see often and she wondered what that would be like with another person, especially when they were going to be on their knees alongside her. She ignored the thing that was bothering her to save for later and focused on the moment and how excited she was to finally have this moment with Mercedes and her Mistress. Bel practically bounced into the next room, following Ainsley and moving down to her knees, the robe she was wearing still tied around her small frame.

Mercedes nodded. "Yes Mistress. " Mercedes said following Bel into the room. She kneeled down next to Bel, her heart beating faster as the anticipation of what was to happen got closer.

There was a sense of power that flowed through Ainsley as she took in the sight of the two beautiful women on their knees for her. “Well aren’t I a lucky girl, getting to play with two such pretty subs.” She drawled with a grin. “Mercy, I’d like you to remind me your safewords, and I thought we’d keep things simple, but I would like to know if you’re uncomfortable any of the items I’ve selected.” She said, gesturing to the rope, vibrating dildo, and strap on that lay on the bed.

There was a sense of comfort that washed over Bel, knowing that she didn't have to think about safewords or limits when it came to Ainsley. She knew her better than she knew herself and it allowed her to relax a bit as she waited for Mercedes to answer the question. She took a look at the things herself, nodding her own approval and excitement.

Mercedes nodded. "My safeword is Sunshine, and Yellow just means I need a break but can keep going." She said looking over to the things that were laid out for their fun. "I am more than okay with all of them Mistress."

“Good girl. I don’t think we’ll be needing either of those, here, but I like to be safe, regardless.” Ainsley said approvingly. “Now, bearing in mind that this is our first time playing together, the three of us, I figured it might be a good idea to take things relatively simply. So one toy for each of us. Rope to tie Bel down, a vibrator for Mercy to torture her with, and my very favorite strap on to try to destract my very favorite diva.”

Bel was already getting squirmy thinking about the scene Ainsley had planned for them. Just thinking about the torture that was in store for her. She didn't know if she'd be able to handle it, but she was determined to do so, just to have the attention of Mercedes on her. She clapped her hands together and in her excitement, peeled off her robe to show just how ready for the scene she was.

Mercedes smiled, this was going to be fun. "Yes Mistress I think that is a wonderful Idea!" She said looking over to Bel then back to the Domme. "I am ready when you are!"

Pleased that Bel seemed as thrilled about the scene as she was, Ainsley smiled, leaning down to steal a kiss from her sub. “Alright, my love. Up on the bed, legs spread for Miss Mercedes.” She instructed, before turning her attention to Mercy. “Now, for you, gorgeous. I'm going to give you a little time to play with Bel while I watch. Her safe word is Kenya, but her limits won't be touched so don't worry about that. You have two rules: do not let her cum, and you may not cum. Do you understand?” Once she received an affirmative, she moved to take a seat in the chair pulled up by the bed. “Clothes off, diva. And give us a bit of a show.”

Bel leaned into the kiss provided by her Domme, loving the small touches of affection she was giving her in between the transitions of the scene. At the request, Bel wasted no time moving up into the bed, leaving her robe behind, and spreading her legs. Knowing that it would be Mercedes playing with her first, she was nervous, but extremely excited as well. "Yes, Mistress." She looked up at Mercedes, licking her lips to anticipate seeing more of her body.

Mercedes nodded when Ainsley listed off the things she could and could not do. "Yes Mistress I understand." Mercedes stood turning towards Ainsley, she wanted a show and Mercedes would give it. Slipping out of her shoes. she began to hum "Cater to you" as she slowly undressed. It was easier to keep her rhythm that way and made for a show like Ainsley wanted. By the time she was finished with the song, Mercedes had tossed the last piece of clothing. She grabbed the vibrator as was suggested and moved towards the bed. Leaning on it, she turned on the tour and ran it slowly up Bel's leg, still humming the song slowly.

Ainsley shifted in her seat, close enough that she could still reach Bel, but far enough that she was still allowed a good view for watching Mercedes play. “And one more thing: no marking her.” Ainsley said, the tips of her fingers running along the edge of her sub’s collar possessively, resting at her neck as she turned her attention back to the switch. Licking her lips, she watched with rapt attention as she stripped, feeling a flood of arousal settle between her legs as her clothes ended up pooled on the floor. She was just as gorgeous as ever, and Ainsley felt extremely lucky to have the opportunity to play with them both at the same time.

Bel was already overwhelmed with the sensations. With Mercedes coming fully unclothes in front of her and the possessive way Ainsley pressed against her collar. Her heart was with Ainsley as always, but her mind and focus was on the Switch in front of her. She was fully captivated, watching intently as more and more brown skin was exposed to her. By the time she was on the bed in between her, she struggled against the binds as she tried to move closer to the other woman. The vibrator on her leg already had the submissive moaning out loud. "Diva... please use the toy on me," she pleaded, pushing her hips as far as they would go towards Mercedes.

"No marks, I promise Mistress." Mercedes said lowly as she inched the toy towards Bel's hot wet core. But instead of going where Bel begged, Mercedes moved up to her stomach. Still between the girls legs. Mercedes met Ainsley's eyes hungrily as she used the vibrator on Bel's left nipple. She bit her lower lip, wanting nothing more than to please both of them.

“Good girl.” Ainsley murmured breathlessly, moistening suddenly dry lips. She could see the goosebumps rising on Bel’s exposed skin, loved the contrast of chocolate on mocha as Mercedes settled between her legs, meeting her gaze with her own look of need. “Is that not what you want, my Elysium?” She asked teasingly, her fingers migrating into her hair. “Nice and slow, Mercedes. I want her panting and writhing and desperate for you. Make her beg for you.”

Bel continued to pull at the restraints, wanting to feel closer to both Mercedes and Ainsley. She moaned and whined at the feeling of the vibrator on her nipple, appreciative of the feeling, but also very much wanting more, the desperation obvious in the way she was moving against the binds. "More please, please, Diva."

"Anything you ask for Mistress." Mercedes said once Ainsley made another request, moving the vibrator from one erect nipple to the other, she used her mouth to tease Bel more. Twisting her tongue around her areola, she did the same with the vibrator. "You heard Mistress Bel, you can't have what you want if you don't beg." She said nipping at her nipple before sending the vibrator awfully close to her pussy lips but not quite enough to ease her begging.

“That’s right, Mercedes. Whatever I ask, and the moment I ask it. Don’t forget, your orgasms, both of them, belong to me.” She drawled, a smirk settling on her face as she watched Bel’s body twist on the bed. Tugging her hair lightly, she pressed a kiss to her lips, “Come on, good girl. Nice and loud for us. I know you can beg better than that, my love.” Ainsley murmured against her lips. “Show us how good you can be.”

It was easy to feel in her element with not just one but two people prompting her. Her continued to squirm on the bed, the rope digging into her wrists and ankles, a burn she's come to appreciate very much. The kiss was all the prompting she needed and she nodded at Ainsley's direction before moving back to face Mercedes. "Please, Diva. Please put that toy on me down there," she begged as she bucked her hips. "I'm so desperate for it, Diva. So wet for it. Please please please, I promise to be a good girl. Please make me feel good. It's aching Diva. Please."

Mercedes couldn't describe how hot it was to see Ainsley kiss Bel, while she was making the girl beg. "Thats what I wanted to hear Beautiful Bel." Mercedes said as she ran the vibrator over her aching clit and right to her slit. She ran it back up to her clit slowly before moving it back down and pushing it inside of Bel. "Remember to warn me when you are close. We don't want to disobey Mistress." Mercedes cooed focusing on pushing the toy in and out of the writhing girl.

“That's my good girl,” Ainsley felt like a tightly wound coil as she watched Mercedes play with Bel, loving the sounds she was pulling from her lips, the way she twisted and pulled against her binds- watching from an angle she was not as accustomed to. She knew it wouldn't be long before she ran out of patience and joined in the way she'd been imagining for so long, but she wanted to give Mercedes a little more time to play, before she started distracting her. “That's right, Mercedes. Keep her on edge, just like that. I would so hate to have to deny you your orgasm because Bel cums without permission.”

It was a good thing that she’d been practicing her control for so long because the way Mercedes was handling her made made it impossible for her to concentrate too hard on that one task. She pushed her hips up, doing anything to get more of the sensations the vibrator was giving her. Mercedes was teasing her just right and Ainsley’s words of praise made her flush with pride. “Oh that’s feels so good, Diva. You’re making me so close, Diva. How long do I have to wait before I can start begging to cum, Mistress?” She should have known it wouldn’t take her too long to get to this point.

Mercedes bit her lip. "I won't let her cum without permission Mistress." Mercedes said, moving the toy from inside her and circling it around Bel's Clit. "Mistress, may I taste her? Please I bet she tastes just as amazing as you." Mercedes said looking over to Ainsley.

“You can start begging as soon as you need, Jezebel. As to when and if you get to cum, well, that remains to be seen,” Ainsley said with a wicked grin, nipping at her bottom lip. “How could I deny such a polite request?” She asked teasingly, unable to resist pressing the base of her strap on against her clit, needing some kind of relief as she watched Mercedes bury her face between Bel's thighs. Her own need was growing to strong for her to deny, and leaving one last lingering kiss on her submissive’s lips, she got up from here chair, moving behind the switch. Teasing her center with the tip of her cock, she kept her movements light and shallow, before thrusting in with one long, smooth movement.

Mercedes waited for the go ahead and the moment Ainsley gave her permission the toy turned off and Mercedes went right for Bel's beautiful pussy lips. She moaned giving her one long swipe of the tongue. "I was right mistress, she tastes just as good as you." She cooed as she pushed her tongue between the girls folds./Hands on her thighs, Mercedes hungrily attacked Bel's slit and clit wanting to torture the girl but please her as well. A soft moan left her lips as Ainsley teased her. Oh things were getting hotter.(edited)

It was just another way of pushing her self control. A year ago, Bel had absolutely no control of the way her body reacted to being pushed towards the edge, but slowly and surely, she got better and was able to last longer. So when she felt Mercedes’ tongue on her sex, she was able to just enjoy the the sensations for a while before the edge cane near and she found herself begging. “Oh that feels so good, Diva. So so good. I’m getting so close.”

“She is delicious, isn't she?” She said with a hum of satisfaction. “Don't you just love the way she clenches around you?” From this angle, her view was absolutely exquisite, and she felt her own need burn through her Twining her fingers through Mercedes' hair, Ainsley gave a light tug as she began to speed up her thrusts, pausing every few to grind up against her gorgeous ass. “Fuck, Mercedes, you look so good like this, ass up and face down in my girl's pussy.”

Mercedes nodded as Ainsley spoke. "Yes mistress." she praised mouth buried into Bel's pussy. Mercedes added two fingers to Bel's dripping lower lips as she looked back at the Domme fucking her hard fast. "Oh Mistress, Yes! Please don't stop. Fuck me harder." She moaned. The better Ainsley made her feel and scream the louder she wanted to make Bel scream. Moving to the other girls clit, Mercedes sucked on it as she moved her two fingers faster.

The sight above her was unlike anything she’s seen before. Ainsley slamming into Mercedes, Ainsley’s face contorted in pleasure and the sounds of pleasure coming from Mercedes, the vibrations adding to her pleasure. Bel grabbed at the mattress on either side of her, her body rolling in waves as she was brought closer to the edge. It only took a few more moment, a few more strokes from Ainsley into Mercedes and a few more strokes of Mercedes into her core until she was asking - begging for release. “Oh, I’m so close, so so close. Please can I come, Diva? Mistress?”

Ainsley felt like a woman possessed, her hips moving relentlessly, wanting to make sure Mercedes felt as good as she did, that she felt her for days. Her free hand came down on her ass with a loud smack, before slipping between her legs to rub her clit. “You feel so good, ‘Cedes. Are you close? Because Belisn't allowed to cum until you do, gorgeous.” Licking her lips she stared her submissive in her eyes as she spoke, “Yore not allowed to cum before Miss Mercedes, understand, Jezebel. Maybe if you ask nicely, she won't make you wait too long.”

Mercedes was being spurred on by Ainsley making her want to  give to Bel as good as she was getting. "So close Mistress. May I cum please I need too so bad." She moaned going back to Bel's dripping inner lips. When Ainsley smacked her ass she knew that she couldn't hold back any longer. "Please Mistress, please may I cum."

Knowing that she wouldn't get to let go until Mercedes did actually helped Bel. She topped thinking about the burning in her gut and focused fully on the Switch above her. She pulled Mercedes up, and into a searing kiss. She could taste herself on Mercedes' lips, which only added to her arousal. She moaned against Mercedes lips before boldly reaching in between them to rub at Mercedes' clit. Bel pulled back just so she could see her face better, wanting to see the pleasure etched on it.

Aisnley wasn’t expecting Bel to move, but she appreciated how her attention to the switch had her reacting. Feeling Mercedes tighten around her cock, she made sure to shift her hips on each pull back, putting more force behind each thrust in. Even from behind, seeing the two girls kissing was entirely too hot to handle, and she felt her own self control slipping. “When you ask so politely, how could I deny you?” She asked teasingly, licking her lips as she circled her swollen clit. “Yes, Mercedes, you may. Be a good girl and cum for me, gorgeous. I want you dripping down your thighs, for me.” Ainsley husked, the hand on her hip squeezing tightly as she kept her hips snapping back and forth, determined to draw out her orgasm for as long as possible.

Mercedes was so focused on Bel she didn't expect the girl to pull her into a kiss. With Bel kissing her and flicking her clit and Ainsley behind her pounding into her pussy so hard it only took hearing Ainsley tell her to cum for her to fall apart. Her body stiffened and tightened cumming hard, screaming out in absolute pleasure. She threw her back as Ainsley riding out her orgasm, then moved back down working double time with her fingers and tongue to make Bel cum.

It was all so much, almost too much for Bel to handle. The evident arousal all of them were feeling and the way her fingers brushed against Ainsley's as they both tried to provide extra stimulation to the woman between them. Bel watched with extra care as Mercedes fell over the edge, the sight and sounds adding to her own arousal. By the time Mercedes dipped back down to her aching core, she was so close to the edge, she was begging for her own release immediately after. "Oh please, Mistress. I'm so close, I can't hold it." She held her breath for a few seconds to keep it at bay for a while longer. "Please please please."

“Absolutely stunning,” One of Ainsley’s favorite things about Mercedes- one of many, of course, was how amazingly vocal she was. The switch was always a sight to see when she came, but hearing her sent a whole kind of satisfaction through her- the kind that settled deep in her bones. She was so, so close, bucking against the woman in front of her when she heard Bel’s voice, desperate and needy as she was pushed to the very edge. “Yes, my love. You've been so good, Jezebel. Cum for us. Cum for your Mistress and Miss Mercedes.” She ordered, her own orgasm cresting as she thrust against into the other girl's pulsing pussy, the sights and sounds too much to deny any longer. Reaching down, she laced her fingers with Bel’s wanting that connection as her eyes rolled back, swept under by her release.

Ainsley was still thrusting inside of Mercedes and causing her to grow close to another orgasm. She moved her lips faster against Bel's clit as she added a third finger moving even faster. "Oh God her cums another one, oh yes, oh-" She hungrily attacked Bel's clit as another orgasm warped through her.(edited)

Mercedes followed behind them with her second orgasm and Bel felt as if her ears were still ringing from her orgasm. She pulled back slightly, still so sensitive from her own. One hand held tightly to Ainsley's that connection the only thing keeping her grounded while her other hand cupped Mercedes face. ""Good. That was so good," Bel said in barely over a whisper, her body and mind already coming down from the high, though her sated smile stayed in place. "That was.... wow."

[matthewxdavidson]

Night Before... || Mattcedes

Tagging: Matthew Davidson & Mercedes Jones Where: Mercedes’ room When: July 27, 2019 - Sometime after 1am Notes: none

Matt

Matt asked Blaine to meet with him that night, full knowing he’d not be okay with what’s happening the next day. This year he’d been hit with one blow after the next and his heart and head were tired. He put on the usual charm. Cracked jokes and did what most people have come to expect from him. These faces were well worn and slid on easy but it didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to just set them aside and slip away from the world for awhile. It was well past midnight by this point, Matt unable to hear the sound of music and singing from the room he rented for Mercedes’ bachelorette party. He thought he’d risk seeing her and hope she was in her room and not over at Jackson’s. Or Jackson’s at hers. His hand went up and knocked on her door, hoping this wasn’t some type of mistake.

Mercy 

Mercedes had had fun at the reception dinner and at the at the surprise party, friends and family, everyone came out and she just enjoyed herself.  About 11 she grew tired and knew she needed her rest. So saying goodbye to the girls she made her way back to her room and skype called Jackson like she promised. They had spoken for about 30 minutes when she knew they should both get some sleep. The knock on her door came as a surprise cause she didn't know who would be visiting her the night before her wedding. Opening the door she was shocked to see Matt. "Matt- what are you doing here?"

Matt

He thought he’d be a drunk mess by this point of the night but he was stone cold sober, which was for the best. He smiled and crossed his arms. “What? A guy can’t pay his best friend a late night visit the night before she gets married?” There was a small smile with this. “Can I come in? I promise to be a gentleman to Mr. Snuggles.”

Mercy

"I guess it would depend on why you are here? Why are you here Matt?" She sighed at his question and moved to the side. "What's going on?"

Matt

“Why are you making it seem like I’m here because I’m up to no good?” He looked around and then back to her. “I don’t want to do this out here. I actually have something I want to say.”

Mercy 

"Cause ever since I have known you you have been pretty much up to no good." She teased. Looking at him, she shut the door and wrapped her robe around herself. "Okay...."

Matt

“I have my good moments! This is one of them, I swear.” Matt went into the room and spied the pink and purple zebra. He walked over and picked it up before turning around with it in his hands. “Okay. I got what I came for. Time for me to go back to my room.” He pretended to leave but laughed at himself. Matt sat on the edge of her bed instead and looked at her. “I can’t believe tomorrow is the big day. There have been many times I’ve thought of how this day would go down. Even considered stopping the wedding but I know that won’t go over well. I also know you’ve got some serious feelings for Jack. I can tell with the way you talk about him. This look you get.”

Mercy

Mercedes blocked the door the moment he grabbed Mr. Snuggles. She rolled her eyes with a smiled as he pretended to leave but then sat down. She moved to sit next to him. "Yeah it feels like its been longer than six months. Way longer than six months. So much has happened and I don't really know how to deal with all of them. I mean I thought this would be me and you. We would say a big screw you to my dad and I would be your wife. But stuff happens, people change or want different things, or hurt you. And you just have to adjust." She ran her hands through her hair. "But I do like him, a lot. I still just have so many feelings."

Matt

Matt listened and set the zebra aside so he could take her hand. “Or people are too scared about breaking contract and dealing with not just the fines and jail time but the fall out. At least with this you’ll have a good man and your family. If I’d have gone and married you we’d have each other but your parents would be out of the picture. As crazy and controlling I think your dad is. After seeing how he was at the fire...he loves you too damn much. I think it would break him if you ever broke his heart.” Matt licked his lips and turned his head. He came here to talk about something else and didn’t anticipate this. Tears stung his eyes and he looked away.

Mercy 

Mercedes shook her head. "If he loved me at all he wouldn't have done this. I am all for people getting married but at least let them choose who they want to marry!" She sighted. "And if it was that important for the two to get married they would of. You wanted to Be with El and she was al-" Mercedes stopped herself from continuing. "Sorry, none of that matters. You came to tell me something?"

Matt

He wanted to shake her when it came to Ellie. But she had some sort of selective amnesia when it come to it and would it actually matter? “I swear to fucking God. The next time you bring up Ellie and how I wanted to be with her you won’t hear from me for awhile. Ellie was very aggressive and she basically wore me down and...you’re right. It’s the past. If we’re meant to come back to each other then we will. I just want you happy and not dealing with anything bad.” His hand went through his hair and then he took her hand. “You know I love you, right?”

Mercy 

Mercedes turned to him. "If I am not allowed to say anything else about her then I have to say this. It doesn't matter if she was aggressive, it doesn't matter if its what she wanted. You and I, we had something special. I knew if from the moment you kissed me. It wasn't because you saved my life, or because you were my best friend. It was because you were you. And when I asked you to marry me you said no. And it hurt but I stayed in your life because I got it. But when you came over to my house, and told me you and her were going to be together. That hurt me more than anything ever could. It didn't matter if I was falling for Jack or said we couldn't be anything. It meant you were willing to risk it all to be with her. But not me. Your side is your side but thats all i see when I think about it." She wiped her eyes. "I really do like Jackson, and I am glad that I took the time to get to know him, and that I am marrying someone like him. But I know marrying him means I have to let go of all the past hurt and everything." He took her hand and she nodded. "I know."

Matt

This talk wasn’t going at all as planned and Matt looked at their hands and a few tears actually worked their way down his cheeks. It was a fight he knew he’d have to put behind him. If he wanted to make things work with Bri and for Mercedes to have true happiness then what they had. What they shared. It was just a memory. Something they couldn’t have again. He moved and placed his arms around her, hugging her in a way he knew he wouldn’t be able to after today. “This isn’t what I came to talk about but I know I’m going to miss this part of us. The part that is filled with all the love I have for you.”

Mercy 

She laid on his shoulder and sighed. "I am gonna miss you too. So much. I just had to get that out Matt. Truthfully and in my heart I know you never wanted to hurt me, that you loved me, love me more. But it was weighing on me and now I can forgive it, forgive it and let go. But you have to forgive yourself too. We all make choices and its easy to hold on to the pain, because we feel we deserve it. You don't deserve the pain. You were good to me while we were together, so amazing. And despite how I felt about her and her actions I know El truly loved you. Let go of the pain you have from what happened with us and what happened with you and her.  Let go so you can be happy okay?"

Matt

His hand went to her cheek and Matt’s lips met her forehead. He pressed a firm kiss there and brought his lips to hers and gave her the lightest of kisses. “I will.” His forehead pressed against hers and sighed. “Jesus. I wasn’t planning on coming over and crying but I know this is something we needed.” His hand remained on her cheek and Matt looked at her. At the love of his life. “I want you to have the best future, Mercedes. I want it filled with so much laughter and promise. That you’ll have that future from that dream you told me about.”

Mercy 

Mercedes laughed. Matt kissed her softly and she smiled at him.  "Crying is good for the soul. You are my best friend Matty and I think in order for us to move on from the past then we need to be honest and I am glad that we are being honest  with each other. Glad we are on the same page about that." She sighed. "I want you to have the best future too Matt. All those things you wish for me I wish the same for you." 

Matt

“We’re just going to keep going and going with what we want each other to have.” He brushed her cheek and longed to kiss her again, but he couldn’t. Once was already crossing a line. “Okay.” He moved back but still held her hand. “You know how much my grandmother adored you. How you would hang out. She’d cook and talk to you in the kitchen and always make sure you were invited to everything ala Davidson?”

Mercy 

Mercedes nodded. "I think you and Bri, I think you guy are well on your way." She wiped her eyes and listened to him, she loved his grandmother, the woman always made her feel like family. "Yeah I remember."

Matt

He and Bri could have something great, but he knew a lot of that was being held back due to him and with what happened months ago with the whole Ellie situation. Bri rarely brought it up but it had to have made her think he was incapable of getting his shit together. Then again, that could all be in his head. "When she passed away we each got some things of hers. And there was something she wanted you to have, but only on your wedding day. She-" he paused and closed his eyes as he looked away and said, "she thought you and I were going to get married. She'd talk about you like you were my wife." he laughed and pushed his hand into his pocket. He removed a necklace with a sapphire stone. "It was one of the only pieces of jewelry she owned before my family had money. I updated the chain but the stone is all hers." He brought it out and showed it to her. "I know it'll mean a lot to he if you wore this tomorrow. If you make this your something blue."

Mercy 

Mercedes was surprised that his grandmother left her something but she shouldn't have been. Seeing the necklace brought tears to her eyes all over again. "Oh my Gosh.." She took the necklace in her hand. "I always told her it looked like the necklace from the titanic...and she always said that Rose was a self fool and there was enough room for Jack on the boat. Every time." she laughed. "Matt I cant take this. It belongs in your family. She thought you would give it to your wife. Bri should have it."

Matt

He shook his head and moved so he could put it on her. "She said you. Mercedes. You and she were close and she loved you." He wasn't going to take it back, not when it always belonged to her. "If only there's a way she can see this but I have a feeling she knows." he said after he managed to get the clasp and moved around to see it on her. "I can only imagine how that will look with your dress. It'll probably be eaten by your cleavage. Lets be real."

Mercy 

Matt put the necklace on her neck and she looked down looking at it. "Its so beautiful." She wiped her eyes. "She was the best. I missed her everyday." She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Had to ruin it didn't you? Couldn't just let me enjoy this moment?"

Matt

"Wouldn't want it any other way," he said with a smirk. "But I'm glad I was able to get that to you tonight. It's kind of why I wanted to know if you'd be with Jack or not. It'd be weird for me to show up and give you a necklace in front of him."

Mercy 

Mercedes sighed. "Yeah, you just missed him though." she said with a smile. "We skyped for a bit before bed." She reached down for the necklace. "This is incredible though. You are so much like her you know that?"

Matt

"I heard she was an absolute horn dog in her day, so yeah. I can see the resemblance." That wasn't true and Mercedes knew it. Matt picked Mr. Snuggles back up and hugged him to his chest. "I'm going to miss these late nights with you. Our talks. The sleepovers. How we'd watch the dumbest movies imaginable and mute them to come up with our own dialogue." He looked down at the zebra and pressed his chin atop his head. "I'd say we're growing up way too fast but I'm thirty and you're an age that's not thirty. I know better than to tell a woman's age."

Mercy 

Mercedes laughed hitting his shoulder softly. "She was not and she made me hit you." Mercedes watched him for a moment. "Look how about once a month we have a sleep over. Like we used too. We can even invite Bri and Jack and it will be like us hanging out 2.0?"

Matt

"An adult sleepover? Sounds like the start to some of the porns I watch." he teased and nodded. "But yeah. If it's something we can do I'm down. I know Bri wouldn't mind it. Still not sure how Jack feels when it comes to me but I hope he comes around at some point and doesn't think I'm trying to come between you."

Mercy 

Mercedes laughed. "It should be fun, at least I think it will and Jack will come around once we are married and he sees you with Bri, when I saw you guys on Monday it was clear you have fun together. He will see that too."

Matt

"I think she's going to start wearing her cold cream ala Mrs Doubtfire. You know, with actual cake frosting." Matt said, laughing. "But yeah. I hope that's what happens. You're too big a part in my life and I can't lose you. I think I might lose my mind if we stop talking." Matt moved Mr. Snuggles away from his chest and he booped her against Mercedes' nose. "Alright. I know you need to get some sleep and I should head back to my room."

Mercy 

"Okay thats cute." She laughed. "Matt you will never lose me we are a packaged deal. Its just weird for him because of you and me and you and El but he will be okay. I think we all will." She laughed at the boop and stood. "Thank you for the talk and for this.."

Matt

"Yeah," he said as he got to his feet and started the walk towards the door. "Good thing you were still up." He reached the door and went to turn the knob but stopped. His tongue went between his teeth and he thought to say something. To tell her to give him a sign if she needed him to stop the wedding. Some sort of way out of the whole thing but what way could there be? They were trapped in these arrangements. He turned around and looked at her. A soft smile spread across his lips and he reached to take hold of her wrist and tugged her to his body again. Matt wrapped her into another hug and he pressed his face into her neck, breathing her in and feeling her warmth against his own. It would be so easy to just undo her robe and kiss her the way he used to but he knew better. He couldn't do that to her. "I love you."

Mercy 

Mercedes sighed and looked over to him as he left, and when he pulled her over to him she hugged him tightly. "I love you too Matty." She held him for another moment, knowing they both needed the hug. "I will see you tomorrow. And thank you, thank you for being her for me." She pulled away from him and smiled. Good night Matt."

Matt

His fingers went through her hair and he brought them down to her chin, giving it a little playful squeeze before smiling, “Good night, Mrs. Pierce. The next time we talk you’ll be a married woman.” He turned around and walked out. As soon as he was a good distance away Matt pressed his back against the wall and let out a shuddering breath. A cry he’d been holding in after he said her new last name slipped out and he silently wept, eventually dragging his forearm across his eyes and collecting himself. He had no fucking idea how he’ll make it through that wedding tomorrow but he’ll do it. 

He’ll do it for her.

[gfn-sam-evans]

At the Club || Samcedes

Tagging: Sam Evans & Mercedes Jones When: August 11, 2018 Where: The 5 Spot Notes: Plot

Mercedes sighed walking into the club, she wasn't one for club scenes but she promised the owner she would stop by to "be seen" and allow herself to be photographed so that others might show up. So she sat in the VIP section with a few friends in the business smiling and laughing as if she was having the best time in the world. After downing another shot. she made her way to the dance floor. A club goer spotted her and she kindly danced with the guy making sure he kept his hands to himself. As the song was over, she rushed off the floor but the guy was right next to her grabbing her arm. As she pulled away from him she bumped into someone else. "Oh my go- I am so sorry." She turned and was taken back by a pair of green eyes. "I didn't mean to bump into you, if I spilled your drink I can replace it. No problem."

The last time Sam set a sneakered foot into a club was when a bunch of friends dragged him into one while he visited them in New York. It was loud and the music got his feet tapping; even to the point he danced a few songs. It wasn’t bad but definitely not a Sam Evans scene. What brought him out tonight was a bud of his who stood on the stage showing off his tracks. They were decent and Sam took one of the fancy shots that were given to him by girls who looked close to naked. Sam kept his eyes where they needed to be but shot number three loosened him up. He was about to knock back a forth but was bumped into and it spilled on his chest a arm. “What the hell?” He asked and turned to see someone familiar. “Nah. You’re good.” He said as he went to put the plastic blue shot glass on a table and grabbed a handful of napkins. Sam wiped them across his arm. His shirt would dry on its own. “You okay?” He asked after he offered the napkin up.

Mercedes was mortified at this action, she wasn't a clumsy person and if the wrong person took video of what happened she was done for. She noticed Bruce her bodyguard looking over at the commotion and she waved him off not wanting to make a bigger scene. The man said he was good and it was then that she noticed his drink was all over the side of her Purple bodycon dress. She took the napkins he offered and nodded. "Yeah I am okay, just someone getting a little too handsy I didn't mean to crash into you." She wiped down the side of her dress and looked over to the man. "I am Mercedes." She offered her hand to him.

It was the name that jostled his memory and Sam chuckled. It wasn't his first, and most certainly won't be his last, time meeting someone famous. Not in this city. There was still that bit of initial awestruck, like he'd found a ten dollar bill in the dryer or someone gave him an ice cream sandwich. Those type of happy feelings and he had that then with her. "Cool." he said after he took her hand and looked it. Was he supposed to kiss it? Shake it? He went for the shake and said, "Sam." It was a simple greeting but he wasn't one to give a long-winded introduction. "You live here in Nashville? I thought I heard you're out in LA?" He offered to take the napkin from her and looked around to scope out if anyone looked a creep that would be the sort to put his hands on her. Everyone else was busy doing their thing.

"Nice to meet you Sam." She shook his hand and pulled back placing the rest of the napkins on the bar. She shook her head so he knew who she was, this was always the problem she wished she met just one person who didn't know who she was. "I was there for a fundraiser but yeah I live here, have for the last two years, well back and forth but yeah." She chewed her bottom lip. "So can I like buy you another drink or something, I feel really bad about bumping into you like that even if it was an accident."

Sam's hand went to the back of his head and he'd forgotten about the sticky shot that'd spilled all over him because it went to his hair and made it poke a little, which he was unaware of. "What type of fundraiser?" He was smiling and feeling good. it sucked his drink didn't wind up in his mouth but the three that did kept him feeling warm. The music he was told about sounded decent enough to keep Sam vibing with the rest of the place.  "What?" He asked at her offer and shook his head. "No, no. It's cool They've got these girls who come around and offer you shots. Some are in those vials that make you feel like you're some type of mad scientist." He smirked because the second drink he had was from one of those. If Sam wasn't careful by the time shot number five rolled around he might get on the stage and dance for the crowd. Which wasn't a good thing.

"For my Foundation Mercy's House.  School is coming around so we raised money for supplies and clothing for around 50 kids in my house and 150 around the city." She laughed looking at his hair. "You have umm." Her hand went to his hair trying to fix what he just did. He declined her offer for a drink and she nodded.  "Yeah I stay away from those drinks. Two is my limit,  gotta keep my wits about me in places like this." She glanced around. "Well if you are sure you don't want a drink is there something else I can do? A dance, something to eat? And Autograph I dunno i just feel so bad."

"Oh! I've heard of this before. It's basically close to what McDonalds does with the Ronald McDonald house but I think it was my mom or aunt or someone who said what you've got going does a lot more than them." He said this all, feeling those drinks loosening his tongue and showing some of that excitement which make people say he's like a puppy sometimes. Sam leaned back slightly when he saw how close he'd gotten and there was something happening and he felt fingers in his hair. "Uh..." he said as he tried to turn but with no mirror he couldn't make out what was happening. "What did I do? Is it sticking out?" He moved his hand there and yeah. There it was. "Suppose I owe you thanks for stopping me at three. They're stronger than they look." He pushed his hands into his pockets and tried not to rock on his heels, a habit of his since forever. "Why do you feel bad? It's only a spilled drink? It wasn't like it feel on my crotch and made it look like I peed myself."

Mercedes nodded. "Yeah I do a lot more than him." She said unsure how to take what he was saying. "Yeah you made it stick up kinda like Alfalfa in Little Rascals. But I think you got it." She shrugged. "Most people don't realize the punch these drinks pack." She chewed her lip nervously. "I don't know why I feel bad I just don't like being clumsy even if its not my fault. I prefer to be seen as graceful." She had an image to protect even if it seemed she didn't care about the paparazzi. Truth be told she was very aware of how one slip up could make you look horrible and she couldn't afford that. "Oh I mean yeah I guess that could have been worse." She said realizing what he was saying.

Sam's hand went back to his hair, subconscious about it still and he looked at her and asked, "Is it down?" he moved his palm away, giving it just enough for her to be able to see in case it wasn't. "It's good they've got that added kick because they ain't cheap and it would suck if you're mostly drinking water. I feel too good for it to be water though. 'Less it's that type of placenta effect I have happening."  Sam said while he started to move to some new music. "It's cool. Seriously. Accidents happen." He said as he kept his dancing under control but didn't stop him from swaying and bobbing his head a little. He didn't know if she planned to keep around him or leave. Honestly he didn't know why she was still talking to him. He was sure she had famous or rich friends to hang around with.

"yeah well some places they give you like half water and half alcohol so I agree." She nodded not sure if she should leave or stay, he didn't really seem that interested in talking to her but there was something about about him that  she wanted to get to know. "So would you maybe wanna dance?" She held her hand out for him to take it, with a smile waiting for him to say yes like most do."

She wanted to stick around? That...wasn't expected and Sam looked around the room to try to check for cameras or friends who were waiting for the drop to happen. This was some chick who had more money than he could even count. Probably enough to swim in, and she wanted to dance with him? Well. It was a free country and the song was good. "Sure." he said as he took her hand and brought her around to a better spot that wasn't as packed. When it came to his dance style he only had one move,  the type he thought looked so cool but to people around him it was laughable. While he did his body roll, really getting into it before dancing more along to the song and moving closer. He asked, "Aren't you here with friends?" He leaned in enough to talk over the music into her ear.

Sam took her hand and she smiled as he moved them to a better space. She started to sway her hips but stopped when he did his body roll. "Ok that is my new favorite move!" She said as he danced closer to her. She nodded at his question as she turned backing up into him. She swayed her hips grinding softly against him. "I am, but right now I want to dance with you."

When she called out his dance Sam grinned. "Yeah? It's kinda my thing. That and impressions." He added, a practical reflex by this point. This would be a good place to show off his John Travolta but then he'd get a bunch of people looking at him like he'd lost it. Plus with the way she went up against him just now his hands hovered over her hips and he didn't know what to do with them. There was the respectable line and he'd step over it if he touched her. Right? But they were dancing and there was something about rules being different when it came to that. His hands went to her curvy hips and he worked hard on not thinking about what she was rubbing up against right now. "You don't want to dance with them? I'm just some guy."

"Its your thing? Okay well i mean i like a good impression." Mercedes wondered if Sam really wanted to dance with her. His hands hesitated to touch her. But when his handswent to her hipsshe smiled triumphantly.  She dropped it low and brought it back up making sure to stay close with Sam. "Thats my thing" she said teasingly. The tempo of the music changed and she turned towards Sam. "And i am just a girl.. Maybe i dont want to dance with my them. Im fine right here."

When Sam came to this club he'd thought most of his dancing would be by himself close to the bar. It wasn't until he got into the shots that he worked his way more into the crowd and now he had this famous chick dancing with him and he kept thinking that someone in this club was probably watching the whole thing. Probably poking fun at the local guy who was enjoying the chance to be with her. He tried to not let his rambling thoughts get the best of him and when she turned around he was taken back by just how close they were. That type of close he could tell how good she smelled and that she had really nice eyes. Sam's hands were still on her hips and he had to think a bit before he finally caught up to what she said. "I mean. I can't stop you from doing what you want." he looked at her then at his friend who was still on stage. "And you want to see more of my moves, then that's fine, too." He moved his hands off her but still kept close and danced like nobody's looking. Which he could knock down a couple notches but he didn't care.

Mercedes continued to dance with him but stopped dancing and looked at him at his words. She didnt expect him to fawn all over her, but she th ok ught he would atleast be engaging. The loud music thumped around her and she stopped his dancing by moving to his ear. "Did I do something wrong? I mean you dont have to dance with me if you dont want too." When she laid eyes on Sam, there was something about him that drew her to him, but the feeling was certainly not mutural.

Sam was in the middle of his groove, truly feeling the beat when there was a touch on his shoulder and he looked at her, confused. "Huh? What do you mean? I thought that's what we're doing right now?"

Mercedes shook her head. "Sorry i am just in my thoughts, its nothing against you, it just when i meet people they are fans and want to know things. Like what im doing here, what im working on. You dont seem that interested in talking to me."

"I thought when it comes to famous people they wanna be treated like they are just regular, everyday folks. Not get all this attention thrown at them because that's what they go through all the time." Did he offend her because he wasn't going crazy about who she is? Yeah, he thought her music was good and her voice was phenomenal but it wasn't his usual type of  music he got into. He kept close to her because well, it was a club and, "We're in the middle of a dance floor. Talking isn't somethin' people do out here."

Mercedes shook her head. "I am not saying act all enthusiatic but you could at least make it seem like im not boring you. I am a regular person i am just...nevermind i am not making much sense am I?" She looked up towards the VIP area. "Well then why dont we go sonewhere we can talk?"

“I didn’t-“ he started because he didn’t know where she was getting this idea and Sam, who was one of the nicest guys you’d come across tried to think of he said or did something to give the wrong impression. Was it when he went into his head? He tended to zone out a lot but he wasn’t bored. “If I seemed that way it wasn’t because I’m bored. I’m not. I was having fun when we were dancing.” She brought his attention to the VIP area and he felt as if he’d stand out like a sore thumb. “Over there? I mean. Sure. I’ve never been anywhere that I have to cross velvet ropes or anything.”

Mercedes nodded. "It was probably in my head, i am sorry. If you want to keep dancing we can but i dont know Im a talker." She smiled. "Well then consider today your lucky day. You can cone see the otherside." She took his hand, for him to follow her and she nodded to the bouncer who pulled back the velvet rope letting them pass.

The shots he had before swirled unhappily in his stomach but it had to do with thinking of going to this room and probably trying to fit in with people he doesn’t know. She looked happy about taking him up there and as they walked he looked around and there were eyes on them. This felt weird. Not because he wasn’t used to being looked at but there was this expression of awe or something he wasn’t sure was directed at him or her. Probably her. “Do you do VIP everywhere you go?” He asked after the rope was secured behind him.

Mercedes nodded to a few people she knew and lead Sam back to her booth. Due to her friends be scattered around it was empty. "For the most part I do. Some places i cant do anything but due to se urity and some places they prefer me up here."

Sam waited for her to sit before he did the same. The music was still going but here it was muffled. “I feel like I’m in one of those mob movies and I’m about to meet The Godfather.” He said as he looked from one corner of the room to the other. “Has security stepped in to stop people from doing stuff.”

Mercedes laughed. "Not the Godfather just people." She placed her hair behind her ears. "One time this guy tried to cut a lock of ny haird off. One followed me into the bathroom and a girl and guy pair tried to spike my drink so they could abduct me. It gets crazy sonetimes ".

Sam was aware of his stare and he rebounded as soon as she stopped. “And you keep carrying on with a smile after going through that? It would make me wonder if the price of fame is ever worth it. Then again. If you weren’t you then you wouldn’t be helping kids out and pushing out hits that people relate to.” Sam couldn’t get past that crazy she shared. “Is your security guy keeping an eye on me? Ever since we got to talking I felt watched.”

mercedes nodded. "I smile through a lot. Negativity only makes things worse. And i have been singing professionally since i was 16 i am pretty muched used to the crazy. Everything i just told has happebed recently." She nooded pointing riwards the bar. "Bruce is over there. He doesnt make himself known, but he does make sure i am not being hirt or attacked."

“At sixteen I was in high school playing football and trying to figure out if the Bieber cut was still worth keeping.” Which he clearly grew out of as his hair was neatly trimmed and styled with his long bangs slicked back. “Makes sense he’s keeping close. Sorry. I know I was being weird before but you’re this famous singer and I’m this dude who owns a music shop. I don’t get people like you wanting to chat me up and I thought you picked me at random to have fun with because you’re bored or your friends told you to.”

Mercedes smiled. "I had a normal life until I auditioned with my friends and we became 3 Major. Then it was home schooling and touring. I never got to go to Prom or College because I took online courses." She tilted her head towards him. "Trying to see if you could have pulled off the Bieber look... you might have been able too."  She looked at him and shook her head. "I wouldn't do that, I mean I can see how you would think that but I wouldn't play games like that."

“That’s right! You guys had a few songs they played all the time on the radio. I thought it was so cool y’all were around my age and go out and totally owned it.” He leaned forward and laid his forearms on his knees. “You’ve never been able to make up for missing it?” He asked with a frown. That sucked. College was something he knew wasn’t for everyone but he thought people should have their prom at least. “What type of classes did you take?” Sam noticed how her eyes went on him and he thought something must’ve sprout on his forehead but laughed instead. “Yeah. It’s hard to see with the way my hair is now now I used to sweep it across my forehead. It was ridiculous really but at the time I thought it was cool.” Sam nodded and leaned back against the couch. “Thanks. I mean. I feel bad for thinking that but-“ He sighed, “You’ve got loads of people you can hang with in here. You didn’t even have to stick around after your apology. So I went to the place that wasn’t fair to you. And I’m sorry ‘bout that.”

Mercedes smiled. "Yep that was us, I loved every moment of it but we had to separate, we wanted different things, we are still in touch but not often, my girls weren't happy that I attained fam after the group disbanded." She shook her head. "I have been working ever since I was 16 its just been who I have been." Mercedes smiled brightly. "I like your hair now, you are a really great looking guy." She nodded. "I understand, I know but there was just something about you that drew me to you."

“So like you’re the Beyoncé and the girls are the rest of Destiny’s Child?” He asked. The reference was too good to not use and Sam brought his hands together and looked at them because he just did the comparison thing and some girls didn’t like that. He continued to feel out of his element here but he did like Mercedes made an effort to help ease him into this place. “You’re too nice. Thanks. It’s behaving tonight but you should see it right when I wake up.” He laughed. He nearly missed the last thing she said because there was one compliment after another. “I do?” He asked and he looked at himself as if a sudden list of reasons would magically appear explaining why. “Me? I mean. Thank you? I don’t get famous people being drawn to me. This is a first.”

"I guess so, but we didn't break up because of creative differences, the other girls just didn't want fame as much as I did." She moved closer to Sam, reaching up to touch his hair. "I dunno I bet it still looks good in the mornings." She nodded. "I don't really know what it was, but I guess there was just something about you that made me want to stay and talk to you. I hope thats okay, all of this you know?"

Sam’s arm flung on the back of the sofa as soon as he settled in and when Mercedes neared his side he thought of how cozy they looked to a passerby. Then, with her fingers in his hair, his green eyes slipped across her smooth skin and noticed how good she smelled. Not like alcohol which he thought was the bar’s scent. “It-“ He swallowed and chuckled. “Sorry. You’re just, well, you. And I’m me. I mean. You’re you and I get you’re you but you’re also this celebrity and I don’t know what to do.” He was about to shove his foot right into his mouth, already tasting the sole. “Sorry. You’re just really,” He looked down at her body and chuckled. “You’re hot. Really hot and I’m getting a little nervous with what to do next.”

Mercedes's eyes widened she smiled softly. "I am I mean I am a celebrity but I am  still just me. And as for you I like talking to you." Seeing him fumble over his words she laughed softly. "You don't have to be nervous around me, but thank you for compliment... what do you want to do next? Keep talking? Walk away? Dance? Its okay either way I mean I know I have taken up a lot of your time. And your DJ friend is still down there."

“I don’t-“ the thing was what should he do? It was different to have someone famous want to talk to him and even touch him. It was close to one of those dreams people hope for but what could come out of this? “I think I probably should get going.” What was wrong with him. “I mean. I don’t want to but this has been nice and I should probably end it on a high note before I screw it up.”

"Oh." She was disappointed, she couldn't deny that, but she didn't want to push him to stay. "I understand Sam, well it was nice talking to you." She moved away from him trying to play off her disappointment.

Now he felt like a right jerk and Sam looked at himself for behaving this way. But it was good too good and he didn’t want to say or do something to have her not like him. “I-“ he started and licked at his full lips. “Let’s get one last dance in. I think we can have that at least before I turn into a pumpkin.”

Mercedes was used to people wanting to spend time with her, to be around her, she wasn't used to people wanting to get away from her. Preparing for him to leave, at his words she  glanced up to him and smiled. "One last dance sounds good to me. "

At the sight of her smile it made him do one right back. “Yeah? Cool.” He got to his feet and turned his hand to her, upside up. He had a flashback to high school with what he was doing. “May I have this dance, Mercedes?” He knew she said yes but he still had to be himself and make a show of it.

He asked for her hand for the dance and she felt how she knew the girls in the movies felt in moments like these. "No one has ever asked me to dance like this before." She took his hand. "I would love to Sam."

“Well,” he took hold of her hand and brought her up. “You said you never been to prom and this isn’t exactly it because I’m not in a suit and there isn’t a punch bowl or a photo spot to take pictures with your date but it’s something.” He moved her over to a spot on the floor where they could dance. It wasn’t a slow song so he just went with the best, dancing in front of her.

Mercedes followed him onto the dance floor and smiled as he started to dance. Sam was different that was for sure, but it didn't seem to bother him and she could appreciate that. Appreciate that he  could be himself even if he was nervous in meeting her. Taking  a step closer to him, Mercedes joined in dancing with him, wrapping her arms around him as she did so.

Sam was in his own head while he jammed to the beat and when he felt arms around him it came as a surprise because this wasn’t that type of song? Or maybe he’d been doing this solo for so long he’d forgotten what it’s like to actually dance with someone and not move around them to his own beat. Sam’s arms went around her body and he worked on a move that’d have the both of them going. With this music it was tough to not make it sexual but they were only dancing and having a good time together.

Mercedes moved to the beat, allowing her body to take over as Sam pulled uer closer. This was the kind of dancing she always saw in couples, moving seductively, sexually, against each other. What was it about this man that made her want to be closer to him, to show him she wasnt some A-lister  who didn't care for people. She wanted him to see her.

They kept moving. Dancing. Sam finding the limited space between their bodies hot and he knew the longer he kept this up he’d probably embarrass himself. Probably her too. He slowed down and looked from the small gap between them to her. Damn. They were that type of close that those movies showed when they wanted people to kiss. But he didn’t know her and she’s this celebrity. What could he bring into this? Sam’s hands went down the sides of her curves and he didn’t pull away. Not yet.

Mercedes swallowed hard as his hands went down her curves, the closet she ever came to a dance like this, was on stage and that was acting but this, this was so much more. Biting her bottom lip she looked up to Sam, he hadn't pulled away, hadn't made an excuse to leave and she was loving this moment.

There was that spark, something Sam didn’t know what to do with. He’d kissed girls before. Plenty of them. He wasn’t some guy who didn’t know what he was doing but he found himself questioning what was going on. Right when he was about to say Screw it. he was bumped and took a step to the side, glad he didn’t lose his balance. It broke the spell he’d slipped into and he felt hot. Too hot. “The guy apologized and Sam waved him off. “Got carried away,” he laughed while wearing a sheepish expression.

This was it, he was gonna kiss her she was sure of it, and while normally she would be against it, with Sam, she would welcome it. Before she could give in, they were bumped into. She swallowed hard, moving away from Sam. "Well that was, a great dance Sam, thank you."

Was it? He thought he was too inappropriate and suggestive. The type of dancing he did with people a lifetime ago. Sam didn’t want to be that type of guy anymore but he knew it was hard to shake an old way of life. “Yeah. It was fun.” He ran his hand through his hair and saw the club was packed. “Think I ought to get going. Work in the morning.”

Mercedes moves off the dance floor, pulling Sam with her. Pulling her phone out she sniles. "Can i have your number?"

He didn't expect this. Then again, he should have seen it coming and Sam suddenly didn't know what to do. Wasn't she supposed to just have her fun and say thanks and move on? He was just this guy and she in a whole other world, one that he wasn't sure he'd really want to be a part of. Though...where was the hurt in giving his number. They might talk awhile and then not go anymore.... "Sure." He said at last and pulled his phone out. "Send yourself a text that way I'll get yours, too."

Mercedes smiled taking his phone and putting it in her phone number then sending herself a text. "It was nice meeting you Sam." She hesitated for a moment before she kissed his cheek and then moved to head back up to the VIP section.

Sam looked at her walk away and he smirked to himself while he touched his cheek. Did a celebrity actually kiss him? Did he actually exchange numbers with her? This was too surreal and he might not be the biggest fan of her stuff and think that this was still some set up or her bored or something, it was still a definite change from the usual. Sam stopped to take a selfie with his friend in the background and sent it to him before he left for the night.

[see-jess-write]

Parent-Teacher Night

Tagging: Matthew Davidson & Mercedes Jones ( @indiemercedesjones ) When: August 7, 2019 Where: Lewiston Middle School Notes: Matt’s late to his meeting to talk to James’ 1st grade teacher.

Mercy

Mercedes made her way up the three rows of chairs, placing the name plates down. She had just finished doing most of the meet and greets. She had one last meeting but they seemed to be running late.  Walking to her desk she knocked down a stack of papers and bent down to pick it up.  Someone knocked on the door. "Come in." She said grabbing the last of the papers before standing fully.

.Matt

Matt thought he’d get out of the station right at 6 but a call that came in at 5 kept in longer than expected and he rushed to the school to get to the whole teacher parent thing set up with James’ first grade teacher. Matt couldn’t get over his son being in first grade and as he hurriedly walked down the hall he felt a giant in there. Matt found the class and went in right when he was greeted by the backside of who he assumed was the teacher. “Hey. Are you Ms. Jones?” He asked as he stood and tried not to find this entertaining.

Mercy 

Mercedes nodded moving over to the taller man and extended her hand. "Hi yes I am Mercedes Jones. And you must be Mr. Davidson?" she said taking in his appearance. He was taller than her 5'3 height so it was an adjustment looking up to him when she usually looked down tot he kids. "Nice to meet you. Please have a seat."

Matt

“So...?” He asked asked after their handshake. “Do you prefer Mercedes Jones or am I supposed to call you Ms. Jones? Though I’ve got to admit it makes me want to sing that song.” He delivered this with one of his signature, dimpled smiles. Matt went to a chair and sat, feeling huge in the seat. “Sorry I’m late. Had a fire to put out. Literally.” He settled and leaned forward on this forearms. “Am I the last parent of the night?” 

Mercy 

"Mercedes is fine, and no thank you no need to sing." His smile wasn' lost on her.  "Its okay I was told you would be late. And yes you are. This is just to go over any questions you may have, any needs James might have. So you are a fire fighter?"

Matt

“You sure? I can’t sing with a damn but I do put on one hell of a show.” The thing with Matt was he felt right at home talking to people, even those he just met. “And, I don’t really know what to ask. I did read what you gave out on Monday and it felt pretty straight forward. He seems happy with things so far and likes the kids in his class.” Matt shared and nodded with a smile. “Yeah. Been slinging the ol’ hose for about nine years now.”

Mercy 

She looked at him and nodded. "Yeah I am sure. " She said picking up her folder for James. "Yeah well I like to be straight forwards. James is a very bright and fun child. I do see where he gets his sense of humor from though." She nodded. "Well you should come back for career day, I am sure the kids would love to get a look at you in your uniform." She placed her glasses on and smiled. "So I moved James to the Blue reading group. Which is good, he is very advanced for 6 years old, you should be proud."

Matt

What was with this woman? It was like talking to a brick wall that was all business and no joining along. Maybe with the fact she was around kids all day that it must’ve stifled her fun side...”I am proud of him. He’s a good kid and he’s taken over reading stories some time back. He prefers to read them to me but lets me join in whenever he gets too tired but doesn’t want it to end just yet.” Matt thought about the career day and it actually had him grinning. “Do you know when that career days happening? I want to make sure I give notice for it. Maybe see if I can get the guys and the truck over here.”

Mercy 

Mercedes nodded. "I can tell. He enjoys music class as well. I know its just the first week but I can pretty much tell when a kid really enjoys learning." She saw him light up and smiled. "Usually its in September. I can give you the date before you leave. We also have the camping trip you might want to participate in. Its just an overnight at the camp grounds but the kids really loved it last year."

Matt

“Has he tried to teach the other kids classic rock songs? I play a lot of that around the house. And awesome. That’s enough time to get the word out.” Matt then realized he had a question. “Have the kids shared what they’ve done for summer? We moved back from Amsterdam and I have pictures he can use to show our time there.” They spent a year and a half there and as much as he enjoyed it, this was home. “Camping, eh? Now that I can get behind.”

Mercy 

Mercedes smiled. "Yes, good to know he gets it honestly." She shook her head. "That is next weeks assignment. Pictures are always good. It allows the kids to feel like they were actually there.  Though Amsterdam is a very unique place to go too." She handed him the flyer for camp. "I give you enough time so you can take off. "

Matt

“I’ll get the pictures printed by then and let him have fun with picking out which ones he wants to share with the class. His mom moved to Amsterdam a couple years ago and he wanted to be close to her. Not that it did any good because she still hardly saw him.” Too much information? Doesn’t matter, he was still pissed about it. “Thanks, Mercy.” He read over the flyer and knew exactly where this place was. “I went to this camp when I was in 6th grade. I didn’t know it’s still around.”

Mercy 

Mercedes nodded and frowned as Matt spoke. "I am so sorry Mr. Davidson. I cant understand parents who dont wanna be around their kids. If I were a mom, nothing in the world would keep me from them." She didnt mean to speak up like that, but absent parents bugged her. "Mercy?" She raised an eyebrow then nodded. "Yeah the kids love it. And it's a great way for parents to bond with their kids."

Matt

He sighed and leaned back on the chair, stretching his leg out some. Damn that felt good, even when this chair felt ready to break under him. “Did I call you that?” He didn’t even realize it and chuckled. “I’ve got a thing of changing people’s names. Shortening them. Guess I did it without thinking.” He rolled his head to the side and looked more at her than he did before. Kind of checking her out but in a subtle way. “How long you’ve been doing this anyway? Can’t be more than a few years. I’d guess this is your first but you seem pretty on top of the show here.”

Mercy 

"You did, it's a first I mostly get Cedes." She closed her file, he seemed like he was tired and could use a break he did just come from a fire. "I've been teaching for five years, but I moved here last year. New change and all. And I mean I like to stay busy, it's just me and Chewy so I have more time than some of the other teachers." She stood. "I know you are tired and want to get home to James, so we can cut this short. If you have any questions here." She handed him a paper. "My email and phone number are there. And if I am called or emailed at night I try to answer by the next morning."

Matt

“Cedes, huh? I can see that but Mercy reminds me of Uncle Jesse and I can see myself going that route and possibly annoying with you with that line at some point in the future.” Was he hitting on her? Well.....she is pretty hot and Matt didn’t notice any ring on her finger. “I’m assuming Chewy is a dog or cat and that you’re not actually shacking up with a Wookie. But hey, I’m not one to judge.” His hands went up after he said this and chuckled, acting a damn idiot but still amused by his antics. “Yeah. I should get going. J likes to recap his day while we make dinner together. Thanks for the call. If I do reach out it’ll probably be more by text. It’s easier for me.” He got to his feet and felt wobbly and off balance for a second from being down so long. “Thanks for sticking around to talk.”

Mercy 

"Mercedes shook her head. "Uncle Jesse is still hot so I don't mind being called that." She wanted to keep things professional but the image of her dating Chewbacca was too funny.  "Chewy is my dog, he's my baby. And don't hate on Wookie love, I heard they give the best cuddles. And text is fine, I don't mind." She stood and when she saw him wobble she went to him holding his shoulders. "You okay?" She looked up to him. "Are you sure the fire didn't mess you up? Do you need to go to the doctors?"

Matt

Matt wanted to get into everything she just said but the reaction she gave, getting on her feet and everything, caused all his focus to land on that instead. “I’m good. That chair wasn’t exactly Matt sized and I hadn’t been down off my feet like that in awhile. But no, no need to rush me to the doctors.” He assured her. “Just seeing you react like that tells me J is in good hands while he’s in your class.”

Mercy 

Mercedes nodded. "Yeah, sorry about that. They chairs are pretty much kid friendly and not adult friend, if that makes sense." She smiled, letting him go. "I promise your son will be in great hands! Don't worry.  And you are free to come help out anytime you want."

Matt

“You just want me to come babysit the kids while you watch Star Wars.” He said as he laughed. “And I’m still not sure about this Wookie love, but whatever floats your boat there, Mercy.” Matt didn’t bother changing it back to Mercedes. Why should he? “Okay. I think I’ve taken up enough of time tonight. And that’s only because I can hear the floor waxer machine whirring down the hallway.”

Mercy 

"Excuse you I will have you know that the kids can watch themselves, I am just a glorified babysitter myself. And don't hate the wookie love boo!" she said with a smile. Looking out the door she nodded. "Yeah he hates it when I stay late. But yeah enjoy your night and say hi to James for me."

Matt

“Then you should put a cardboard cutout of you at the desk and hang out under the actual desk like George Castanza did on Seinfeld.  They’ll never know until one of them comes and asks a question. Then they’ll think you’re ignoring them and that’ll create years worth of therapy for that kid.” His damn imagination got ahead of him and he knew it was past time to leave. “Don’t tell me you’re the last one in here? I can at least walk you to your car since you stayed late waiting for my ass.”

Mercy 

"Lord I do not want to traumatize the kids." she packed u her bag and slipped it on her shoulder. "Its nothing new I am always late around here." She smiled at him. "Well if you are gonna try and be a gentleman the least I can do is let you."

Matt

“If I was trying to be one I’d have a suit and top hat. Fancy the shit out of it and look like someone straight out of a Jane Austen story. This is just me, doing my Matt thing. And why do you leave so late? I thought teachers usually called it quits around 6.” Matt went to the doorway and walked out to the hall where he looked over the artwork on a bulletin board.

Mercy

Mercedes covered her mouth as a snort came out. "Wow. I can't even believe you said that." She shrugged. "I know they do but most teachers have families to go home too. I like being here, it feels less lonely." She shrugged it off.  "Ignore I said that."

Matt

“See. Now you’ve gone and hurt your dog’s feelings. He probably thinks you like being home with him but you’re here instead.” It felt surreal to be in a school after hours. As if he was about to disrupt some ritual the teachers do at night. “But I get it. The nights my parents have James its me and my beer and Netflix. Or Hulu. I like variety.”

Mercy 

"He is with the dog walker until I get home, I am not that mean." She locked her door and walked out the building. "Oh so you get your "netflix and chill" on huh? But I use Amazon too."

Matt

“Dog walkers hang out with the dog after they walk them?” Matt’s Silverado was parked on the other side of the building but he’d just hoof it after she left. “Netflix and chill’s when you’ve got someone over.” Matt grinned, winking at her. He needs to stop. “Ah. Prime. I let that go but I heard some shows are worth checking out.”

Mercy 

"My neighbor always wanted a dog but her mom won't let her so we worked it out to where she takes care of chewy when I am not there and she gets a dog and gets paid." Did he just wink at her? Was he flirting? No he wasn't she was definitely tired. "I mean I supposed." She reached her car and smiled. "Well thank you, I appreciate you walking me."

Matt

“Almost like you’re co-parenting a dog. That was a real nice thing you did for them. We weren’t allowed pets growing up so I feel that.” He stopped next to a car and did one of those bows and pretending to lift a hat off his head at the same time. “I bid thee a goodnight, fair Ms. Mercedes Jones.”

Mercy 

"Yeah well I wanted to make her happy and I did. I love Chewy and this way he gets the best of both worlds." Mat bowed and she smirked. "Why kind sir I do thank thee and wish thee a goodnight as well." She said unlocking her door.

Matt

He laughed, glad she went along with this. Matt walked back a few paces and stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets and waved her off after she backed up and pulled away. Matt knew he skirted a fine line there but it wasn’t his fault his son’s teacher smoking hot. “Not a bad parent teacher conference.” He said to himself as he started the trek to his car. “Wonder what she’ll say if I send a meme as my first text...”

[mieuxpere-blog]

First Date || Sebcedes || August 2

Sebastian was running late. His plane had had technical difficulties which had kept the plane grounded longer than it should have been. He checked his watch: 5:32. He was making a great first impression. He rushed to Mercedes’ gate and grinned, sheepishly, running his hand through his hair. The five o’clock shadow plus the bedhead hair had to be adding to the lazy, late impression he was giving. “Hey, Mercedes, right?’

[the-doctor-charlie-wilde]

Stuck Together!

Who: Charlie, Markus (@markussorin), Mercedes (@whitewitchmercyj) and Lucas (@lucasmoroi) When: January 4th Where: Frozen Swirl What: Because of the storm, four innocent people are now stuck together. ;) OOC NOTE: So guys, I was thinking, after me could reply Markus, then Mercedes, and then Lucas? Yes?

Charlie knew that she shouldn't have decided to go to the Frozen Swirl in that morning. She just knew it, something was telling her to go back to the apartment, and just wait for the snow to stop, but actually, she decided to be brave, and to go there, before she needed to go to the hospital. But now, she was stuck. She had no idea who was actually with her, or if there were someone else in there, but she decided to try. "Hello? Is someone out there?" Charlie called out as soon as she decided to leave the bathroom.

[west-of-brody]

Run-Ins with Coffee // Brocedes

Tagging → Mercedes Jones & Brody Weston

Location → Joe Coffee

Time Frame → Early Afternoon; November 11th

Notes → While walking around in the Upper East Side, Brody and Mercedes run into each other for the first time and choose to bond over a cup of caffeine.

Puerto Rico had been a blast, but coming back had caused a bit of an issue. Without the time to do his homework on the trip, Brody was doing double time to fight through his workload now and his best friend had been caffeine. However, the walls in his loft were closing in on him and it was definitely time for some fresh air. Brody tried to fix the disheveled hair on his head as much as he could, but a hint of bed-head was still very evident as he pulled a shirt over his head. On his way out of the loft, he grabbed his jacket and walked down to the New York street with a coffee shop plastered in his mind: Joe Coffee. It was probably the best place to get coffee in the Upper East Side and Brody had his heart set on it.

With a good twenty minutes of walking behind him, he could see the shop in his view. The shop only caught his attention for a moment before he noticed something a little more interesting. Mercedes. He wasn’t sure if it was her just yet, since they had never come face to face before. Brody jogged over to the other side of the street and he tried to casually check to see if it was her. “Mercedes?” He walked to her side. “Oh, hey! It is you! It’s me; Brody.” He flashed that charming boyish smile that he was starting to be known for.

[sweetheartmason-blog]

Bittersweet Symphony || McJones

Tagging: Mason McCarthy & Mercedes Jones

When: Past Midnight Saturday

Where: Have Mercy Treats

General Notes: After receiving an alarming text, Mason rushes to Mercedes’ aid

Warnings: none atm

Mason closed the room door quietly behind him, hoping he didn’t wake Jane as he tried to sneak out. He left a note saying he was just going to the store--not technically a lie. He was going to a store sort of, but Jane didn’t need to know it was her cousin’s. Worrying her was the last thing anyone needed so it was okay this one time. Grabbing her keys, Mason left the apartment and headed to work.

The first thing he saw when he arrived were the cop cars and police tape. If that weren’t enough to worry him, the glass littering the front of the store was. Ducking under the tape, he stepped carefully into the dessert shop. Mercedes told him they stole the treats and he briefly wondered if the apple fritters he hid in the fridge were okay, but then he caught sight of Mercedes. Ignoring the cops, he rushed over to her, pulling her into a hug. “I can’t believe someone would do such a thing. I mean breaking and entering is one thing but taking it out on the cupcakes?” He calmed down a bit, making sure she was truly okay. “At least they didn’t my dear cousin. So what happened? How bad is the damage?”

[dom-jeremystjames]

Helping Hand || Jercedes

Tagging: Jeremy St. James and Mercedes Jones

When: May 19, 2015

Where: Jeremy’s suite

Notes: Jeremy is full of surprises.

Jeremy: There was a sliver of free time between the conclusion of classes and the start of submissive's chores; which prompted Jeremy to message Mercedes ahead of time. The Dominant professor organized the papers from the last exam of the day and placed them into a manilla file folder, waiting on the arrival of his pet submissive.

Mercedes only had a few minutes to spare until she had to start her chores - something that she wasn't looking forward to doing, but something she had to do nonetheless. However, she had been invited to speak to Professor St. James before her chores, and while speaking to him was something that she enjoyed, it was also slightly stressful since she didn't want to be reprimanded for being late. Fixing her shoe, she made her way to his room, wondering just what he had up his sleeve this time, since whenever she spoke to him, there was usually a surprise involved. Once she arrive, she knocked on his door, and waited as patiently as she possibly could for him to answer and kill the suspense that she had within her.

Jeremy undid the top buttons of his shirt after he set all of his work on the small desk next to the decorative wooden bookcases. The Dominant's dark eyes flicked to his watch and he decided to pour a drink; full aware of the early hour. In mid pour a knock came and he went to answer, sipping away as he walked. Jeremy brought his drink down, holding it from the top of the glass with one hand, while he casually opened the door. "Miss Jones." He said with a polite nod, eyes drinking her in as usual. "Enter. Take your usual seat by the chair." He indicated.

Mercedes when she had come to see him, she hadn't expected him to be so casual with his attire. Sure he was still dressed as he usually was, but his shirt was unbuttoned, and there was an air about him that made her think he was more relaxed. She stared at him for a fraction of a minute, before entering and taking off her shoes. Once that was done, she walked over to the chair that she usually sat in, her brown gaze set on him, her curiosity piqued.

Jeremy took another drink before returning to his drink cart, setting the glass down. On the edge of his desk Jeremy sat a small stack of papers, which he lifted before moving to his chair, "How are you today, Miss Jones?" His large hand went to cup the side of her face; knowing the upcoming conversation wasn't to be pleasant one; which caused him to put on an air of relaxation as the man knew it'd keep the environment calm.

Mercedes watched with furrowed brows as he grabbed a stack of papers and sat down, even his touch shocking her slightly. "I'm fine, Sir, thank you for asking. How are you?" She questioned back, raising her hand to place it on his for a moment before dropping her hand to her lap: the feeling of his skin on hers both calming her, and worrying her slightly.

Jeremy "Since you informed me about your brother's situation, I had been in talks with an associate of mine from New Hampshire. She works in the Department of Infectious Diseases. Through her generous efforts I was able to secure a grant and a place for your brother to stay at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. Due to the fact he's been with this virus for months, there is no guarantee the treatment will do much. It can delay the progression of the virus in his body for the time being at least." Jeremy placed the paperwork that contained the information of the medical center, along with information on various apartment houses around Cedars-Sinai. "Your family will more than likely wish to keep close to him, and the grant includes the cost of housing."

Mercedes didn't know what to say, she was at a loss for words for what seemed like the first time in her life. She sat there, staring at the older man. It wasn't going to solve all her family's problems, but it was sure as hell going to help. It took her a few moments before she could speak, but when she felt herself able to, all she could muster out was a small thank you, before the tears started to roll down her cheeks. She'd spent the last few weeks worrying about her brother, not eating properly, and feeling guilty about not being there for her brother and staying at school. While what Jeremy brought up wouldn't guarantee him a full and prosperous life, it would lengthen it a bit. Wiping her eyes, she got up from her chair and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug as she cried into the crook of his neck. "You are an amazing man, I hope you know that." she told him, not quite sure how show just how thankful she was.

Jeremy For a man with Jeremy's reputation, which teetered on emotionless, uncaring, and even at moments dark; he carried a large heart inside -- one he chose to keep concealed for fear of coming across as vulnerable. When the young submissive, her soft brown eyes filled to the brim with tears, came to him; the Dominant welcomed her into his arms. In a slow movement he brought her to his lap and he allowed the minutes to tick by while she composed herself. Their time was short and if he didn't have to a scheduled dinner at five he would have suggested this meeting to take place after her chores. His lips pressed to her temple and he closed his eyes. The man struggled so hard to keep affection at bay, but it wavered with her; more so as of late. "I'll contact the Head of Submissives and notify her you are to complete your chores in my room this afternoon."

Mercedes When she had first met Jeremy, she hadn't expected him to be so affectionate and attentive towards her, let alone anyone. He had seemed like a cold man, one with an interesting past in which she didn't want to get to know. As she did get to know him however, things progressed, and her opinion on him changed. Her first time sleeping with him had been pleasant, had been romantic even. Sure there were times that things between them were less than so, but he still had his moments, and so when he kissed her temple, she closed her eyes, relishing in the contact, before looking down at him with a nod. "Thank you, so much... For everything," she told him, running her hand through his hair - a movement that her father used to do to her when she was a child. "I will get to work now... Seeing as I am already here." Mercedes spoke, before leaning down and pressing a soft, yet lingering kiss to his cheek. After kissing his skin, she got up off his lap, eager to get started so that she could go back to her room and tell her family the exciting news.

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Chat: Artie and Mercedes

Tagging: Artie Abrams and Mercedes Jones

Location: Rachel’s apartament

Time Frame: Afternoon ,April 20th

Notes: Artie decides to talk  with Mercedes about Tina’s relationship and his concern about Tina’s family. 

Warnings: Nothing (mentions of Samcedes)

Artie and Mercedes are on Rachel apartment. She's celebrating the audition to NYADA with Kurt. Artie come to the party little late because of the film studies and the festival. Artie saw Mercedes's on the cough talking with Kurt about Beyoncé's performance. The boy needs a friend to talk about his issues and he thinks that Mercedes can help him. 

Artie: Mercedes? Can I talk with you for a second?

Mercedes: Oh hey, Artie! Oh, you mean me only? Okay, Kurt, excuse us for a second. So, what is it, Artie?

Artie: Mercedes, sorry for advance for take your time but I need a advice. You know that Tina and I have a item again but I was worried about something. I was worried about her family.

Mercedes: No worries, hun. You can always count on me. Why? Family drama again? I thought you guys were through with that before.

Artie: The family drama wasn't happen yet but I know that it will. Tina's mom always hates me, Mercedes. She never looks at me a perfect guy for Tina and probably she will disturb us because of that. Everytime I told Tina that her mom's comments don’t bother me, but they do. And I was afraid for facing her mother again and everything is going to breakdown again.

Mercedes: Artie, sometimes you just got to tell Tina what you truly feel. You can't just pretend that you're fine, but deep inside; it's bothering you like hell. Okay, I was a witness of this drama before, and I know how truly a hell it can be. Here's the thing, you and Tina were young before. And you're both in legal age now. I think it's the right time to fight for your relationship, if ever she does intervene. But Mrs. C is a nice lady, although I really got terrified the first time I went to Tina's house. Artie, I know her. She'll fight for you. Trust me.

Artie: Mercedes, Mrs. Chang is nice with you, she is nice for every Tina's friend that use their legs appearently. She never accepted me as a perfect guy to Tina. She loved Mike and people told me that she bitter all the time because Tina broke up with me. Of course she will made comparasion between me and Mike just to find a reason to upset me. And you know my bad temper...

Mercedes: Artie, I know for a fact that Tina won’t let that happen again. I hope that she accepts you this time, Artie. Tina mentioned that to me before also, but I really do think she went overboard when she got rude to you.

Artie: I don't think so, seriously. When I was dating Tina I see her eyes, Mercedes. Tina always supports me but she never will like me. When Tina broke up with me and starting dating Mike, she celebrated on facebook, she started to post Tina's pictures with Mike like "Finaly, she got a nice boyfriend" I've blocked her and she send me an email "Whatever, I always wanted you out of Tina's life anyway" *sighs and take a deep breath* Please, don't tell this to Tina, okay?

Mercedes: Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. But Artie, you still think she didn’t loved you before?

Artie: Who?

Mercedes: Tina. Do still think that she wasn’t true to you before?

Artie: Nah, Tina is okay, I was talked about Tina's mom. I said Tina always supports me but her mom always despises me.

Mercedes: Oh, I see. Sorry. Hmm, wait, how is Tina with her parents this time? I know she had a rift with her parents for dating another guy in Brown.

Artie: I've never asked her that about it because I hate that guy. But I know that she had a problem with them.

Mercedes: Yeah, she told me that she had an argument with her parents because she was dating a non-asian guy. hehehe. But she hasn’t updated me with that so i dunno if shes okay with her parents or not. Wait, why do you hate that, what's his name? P...Peter? Paulo? Oh, yeah, Paul. Am I right? I'm not that good with names. Hahaha

Artie: Ah, but with Mrs. Chang it's all the reason. So kinda racist. His name's Paul. I hate him because he was totally jerk with her, that's it. Mike at least was nice with her all the time; I had no problem with him.

Mercedes: I never knew that Mrs C was like that. Damn. I hope she's gonna have a change of mind with you. You're a great guy, Artie. And I know that you treat Tina right. I really hope things are going to look up for the both of you... Wait, what? Tina dated a jerk? She doesn’t deserve a guy like him!!!

Mercedes: Have you already talked to Tina about this? She needs to know about this, Artie.

Artie: The only part that she doesn't know is the email part. Tina knows that her mother doesn't like me since the begging cause she knows that her mother is so obsessed with this asian-asian thing. But she hates me the most cause i'm a wheelchair user. Probably she hated Paul less than me.

Mercedes: You still need to tell her that. Tina needs to know what her mom did to you. I'm sure Tina will defend you. Prove to Mrs C that you are more than your chair. Show her that you truly love her daughter and you deserve Tina more than anyone in this world.

Artie: Yeahhh, I'll think about that. Thanks for hearing me, Mercedes. And how about you and Sam? Did you invite him to your tour? You know that I'll go with Tina, right?

Mercedes: Yay! I can’t wait to see the both of you! Well, I invited him. But Im sure he's gonna bring his new girlfriend with him.

Artie: Did you think so? Well, Let's see. Girl, I need to go, thanks for talk to me.

Mercedes: Okay, Art. Im just here whenever you need me. Take care!