Author's Note: Someone asked me to put my tumblr drabbles and things on this site, so here you go. This is posted under Mercedes and Sam because most of these will be Samcedes. Most of them, so don't say nothing to me when Spuck or something pops up randomly. Also, the title has nothing to do with the movie. I was just too lazy to think of something else. Okay, I love you. Buh-bye! -DMH

They lie together in her bed, cradled by moonlight and the smoke of Donna Summer's voice. I love to love you, baby.

It hadn't been easy sneaking him into her room, but it sure had been worth it. Just to be able to lie in his arms, smell his scent, hear his gruff whispers again put her on a cloud higher than nine. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too. So much," he whispered back, touching his nose to hers.

She closed her eyes as his hand crept up her neck. Warm and large, it cupped her cheek and guided her easily into his kiss. His other hand lifted for her other cheek and she smiled into the embrace. She had always loved it when he kissed her like that. "You laughing at me?"

She shook her head, but continued to press her smile against his lips. "I love how you kiss me."

An affirmative noise left his throat, something between a chuckle and a moan. "You should be kissed every day, every hour, every minute."

"I read that book, you know," she laughed, scrunching her nose at him and giggling even more when he scrunched his back.

"Well, I saw that movie trailer," he admitted with a shrug, smiling when she laughed again. He pushed up on his elbow so he could have better look of her. "You're stunning. Gorgeous." A shy smile was quickly hidden from him, buried into a pillow, so he kissed her ear and the side of her face until it peeked out again. "I meant everything I said today. I believe in you."

Not wanting to answer him in tears, she instead snuggled against his side and laid her head and hand against his chest. He absently toyed with her fingers. "I love you."

"You do?"

She glanced up at him, his easy smile and hopeful eyes, and said, "I'll always love you. You know that."

His smile became sheepish. "I know. I just wanted to hear you say it again… I love you, too. I can't wait to see where your dreams take you. I can't wait to be there, holding your hand."

Raising both hands to claim his face, she lowered him into her kiss. Mindful that her parents were just a few doors down, he slowly moved over her as the kiss deepened. Her tongue was as sweet as her voice, so he sucked and sipped at her. Easily, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer. She made a space for him between her bent knees and moaned when the bare skin of her inner thighs brushed against the worn denim of his jeans. He missed that sound.

His hands crept down her sides, stopping at the hem of the large t-shirt she wore in lieu of pajamas and brushing his fingers against the skin of her hips as if asking permission. Hoping that the word "yes" was conveyed through her next kiss worked and soon she was lifting her arms to help him get the shirt off. He only paused a second to toss his own shirt away before lowering back on top of her.

"Yes. Yes, yes," was free to echo through the room as his kisses travelled downward and caught on the stiffened tip of her breast. She missed how much more beautiful she felt in his arms, how the utter look of euphoria on his face as he sampled her made her feel like a goddess. The presses of lips that next travelled up her neck were heavy with emotion. She felt loved and adored. Treasured.

"Do you want to?" he asked. His voice was calm and patient, but she could feel urgency and need vibrating through his body. She smoothed her fingers down his nape and whispered a yes. Quickly, he fumbled around in his back pocket for his wallet. "Take off your panties." He stood to take his clothes off and put on the condom, but kept his eyes on her the entire time. When they were both naked, he climbed back onto the bed and into her waiting arms. "I missed you. Did you miss me?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed because her voice was stolen away by the hand between her legs. His fingers were quicker than she remembered, maybe because of his excitement, but she liked it. His fingers were slick with her like of it. "Ohhhhh, more!"

"Shh," he whispered against her breast, but pressed a finger into her nevertheless. "Good? More?"

"I want you."

With the permission to proceed, he grinded against her wet center, slicking his hard length back and forth across her, teasing himself as well as her tiny button. Over and over again, her moans made him moan and for a moment they froze at how loud they had become. They rejoiced for the lack of bedroom doors opening by smiling into their kisses. Love you's were exchanged and he pushed into her, she pulled him into her and he sunk into perfection. Once he was fully inside her, he let out a shuttering breath against her lips.

"You feel good," she told him. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder with a groan. "C'mon baby… Move please."

Her soft words were usually calming, but when spoken hotly against his skin they did little to help his situation. He wanted to make it good for her, to make it last, so he started as slowly as possible.

She tried to encourage him by locking her legs around him tight. Her hips were eager and her hands touched him everywhere. But he continued his steady pace until his leisure made her beg for him. Her hands at the small of his back were responsible for his body suddenly pushing forward, but she was the one who fell victim to the movement. Her hands fell away to clutch at the covers beneath them, but his long strokes didn't falter – they actually seemed to pick up.

"Ah, baby! Not like that! I'll get loud." He apologized with a quick kiss and slowed his movements into gentle body rolls that she lifted her hips to meet. She could bite her lips against these moans; keep them at the back of her throat where they could become soft whines.

Those soft whines undid him, made him heady and drunk on her, so he reached for one of her hands and covered her mouth with it. It was a lot to ask God that her headboard didn't wake her parents, but he had been giving Him a lot of praise that night, so he decided to chance it. "Shh." He snaked his hands under and around her. Then he pushed his face into her neck, licked at the soft skin with a taste that time and distance couldn't erase from memory and pounded into her until he had to use his own hand to cover her moans. She was tittering on the edge, so he used his words to tip her over.

I love you. You're stunning. You're amazing. I love you.

She shattered in his arms silently, so he dropped his hand and watched her mouth his name. Then he was tipping over and he was shattering and he was gasping her name.

"Mercedes… Mercedes…"