Stevie was reading a gaming magazine when Mercedes knocked on his door frame. He looked up and immediately threw it on the floor, looking at her with a big smile on his face.
“Cedes, hey! Do you need me for something? Another fitting? Did you move the cake testing appointment up?” he asked. She laughed and shook her head.
“Slow down, Stevie! I just came to see what you were doing,” she told him. He blushed and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Oh. Okay. I’m not doing anything. Sam’s not here?” She shook her head.
“He’s out with the guys right now. Just over Puck’s house to plan for the bachelor party.” She shrugged and walked closer. His hands were clamming up more than normal and he wiped them on his jeans to get them to stop. “Are you nervous?” she asked, noticing his behavior.
“N-no…” he stammered.
“You know, I’ve really never noticed how much you’ve grown. You’ve always kind of been little Stevie to me,” she said with a chuckle. “But now…especially since you cut your hair, it’s obvious you’re not a kid anymore.”
“Well I’m not…” he said quietly. She was wearing his personal favorite dress of hers and the way it hugged her curves and billowed out at the waist had him thinking the thoughts that he was usually trying to fight off.
“No you’re not,” she said, walking closer so he had to look up to see her.
“Mercedes…what are you doing?” he asked.
“I’ve been feeling…some strange things about you lately,” she began. “You’ve been so helpful and…sexy.”
“Sexy?” he repeated, raising his eyebrows. She bit her lip and nodded, straddling him and putting her hand on his face. His pants tightened instantly and his breath hitched. She smirked and pressed her lips to his in a slow, deep kiss. Her lips felt just like he imagined they would on countless occasions, and tasted like cherries. He tentatively put his hands on her thighs, pushing her dress up as she slid her tongue into his mouth. She touched his hands and parted from him, her eyes dark; almost black.
“I want you, Stevie.” His eyes bulged and he nodded, turning them over so he was on top. He leaned down to kiss her again but was blind-sided when her hand came into contact with his face. She smacked him again and he looked at her with a shocked expression.
“STEVIE!” Another smack. He opened his eyes and screamed when he came face to face with his sister.
“Ah! Stacey! What the hell!?”
“I should be asking you that! You were in here writhing around. God knows what you were dreaming about. Come to dinner.”