I'm Custom Made
Mercedes saw that Sam wouldn’t look at her and started shaking his leg and smirked. It felt good to know that she wasn’t the only one of them in a state of sexual frustration. It still amazed her that they made it through two tours without going fully insane. She let out another sign and sat on the edge of the bed keeping distance between them. “What’s with the distance love? It’s not like i’m going to jump you”, she said, crossing her legs underneath her.
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling when she heard Sam talk about the letter. If she was honest with herself she did not want to open the letter because she was scared of what it said, but because if she did win something her manger said there would be a big chance of her going on world tour. That was what she was scared of. Tour meant leaving her family for long periods of times, and she couldn’t stand that. She looked up at Sam with his “I believe in you” smile, then down at the letter in his hands and willed herself to find strength to open it. She grabbed the letter from him and opened it, but before she started to read it she looked up at Sam. “I love you dork”, she said fondly “Thanks for always being here for me”.
Sam gladly let the letter go from his hands when she reached for it. Smiling as he heard her speak, Sam brushed the back of his hand along her cheek and smiled, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world” he leaned forward and closed the distance between them until their lips met. He had missed her kiss so much in the past ten hours, he hoped his kiss could bring her the calm and serenity she says they usually do. He figured she could really use it right about now, and if Sam could do anything for her to help, he was sure as hell going to do it. He pulled away and was smiling at her he kissed her check, “I love you, pretty girl” he said and then moved her face further away so she could easily look down at the letter. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t a little nervous. Not because he didn’t think she’d win, but because he knew that if she did, that meant she’d be going on tour. He knew both of them were feeling the same way, he knew that’s why she didn’t want to open this letter, but it had to be opened, and either way they were getting good news.
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Mercedes woke up and noticed that Sam wasn’t next to her and signed. Not waking up with Sam’s arms around her wasn’t something she used to, and it was something she hated. She knew today wasn’t going to be a good one. She woke up without her personal space heater, she didn’t have sex with said personal space heater last night, and she had to take a shower by herself because he wasn’t here with her. All of this was starting to remind her of being on tour and she did not like it at all. She got out of bed, grabbed a towel, and stalked to the shower hoping it would clear her head of all the negativity and make the day a little bit better. Once she was out of the shower with a clear head she walked into the room and saw Sam sitting on a chair, with the stupid letter in his hands. She rolled her eyes at him, dropped her towel, and reached for a pair of sweatpants. “Sam”, she greeted with a clipped tone, frustration coming back.
Sam saw the door open and his wife emerged with a towel on, he had to restrain himself from getting out of the chair throwing the letter somewhere and instead shower her body with kisses. So he did what he always did when he was having a hard time controlling himself. He started shaking his leg and not making eye contact. He could tell that she wasn’t happy, because he knew she could see the letter in his hands, but he continued to not look at her. Thank God because he vaguely saw her towel drop. He completely turned his head away and started shaking his leg more violently, and he took a deep breath and looked her way. She was clothed, which was good, he could talk and semi-function as long as she was clothed, and possibly stayed on the other side of the room.
“Baby it’s time to open this letter” he said simply, he wanted to get up and hug her, but he was having a hard time moving. Dammit! Why does she always have to look so… perfect? He asked himself and as he finally managed to get up. “I know you don’t want to. Trust me I know” he said with a slight smile, “But you have to love, and I’m right here, and I’m not going to leave, but it’s time to open this letter. I just know it’s good” he said and held the envelope out for her to take.
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For the first time while on this vacation, Sam and Mercedes didn’t shower together, which Sam had done on purpose, so he could put his plan into effect. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Sam managing to put a plan together that will actually work seems rather unlikely, and under normal circumstances you’d be right. However, these weren’t normal circumstances. Mercedes still hadn’t opened her letter, because she was excellent at distracting or persuading Sam to do other more, enticing things, but no more. Sam was determined, so last night he thought of a plan. He’d passed out early, so he’d wake up well before Mercy, and then this morning he went to the gym, to work out some of his sexual frustration. Since going to bed early meant with holding sex. He made sure to take a shower at the gym before coming back. When he looked at the time, he knew that his wife would be awake, now the only question was, when he got in the room would she be awake but still in the bed, or would he be struck with the best of luck and she’d be in the shower? He opened their door quietly and heard water running, “Yes” he said out loud. He sat down on the chair in their room hoping to make it that much hard for him to be distracted once again. He took out the letter and held it in his hands, and waited for his wife to come out, and he just prayed that his plan would work.
Which one of us is Hanzel and which one is Gretal? You know as long as I get to be eaten by Britt I’ll be okay.
Yeah I don’t think it matters so long as Mercy is only sucking on my lollipop, I’m good.
Sammy! Stop denying yourself and kiss me! The letter can wait after we do some other things…I still wanna know what’s inside of this special bag of yours ;)
I have no clue what you are talking about love…i’m just stating the truth.
I want something big, but it’s not shots.
One kiss that’s it, we’re opening the letter first. I’m determined.
You are going to be the death of my and I mean that in the best possible way.
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