Glee Fic: Leader of the Pack (Mercedes/Sam, M)

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Only Mercedes’ parents could make a vote of confidence sound like a warning.

“We trust you, and Sam, to make wise decisions,” her mother had told her right before they’d left for their Black Professionals Ski Weekend.  They’d made this trip every Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend since she’d been thirteen and they’d never felt the need to voice their implicit trust in her.

Until now.

“You have your entire futures ahead of you,” Mr. Jones had added, resting his hands on his wife’s shoulders.  “You with college and singing and, going by that conference championship performance, I wouldn’t be surprised if some major programs started wooing Sam.”

The William McKinley Titans had won impressively the weekend before, Shutdown Sam showing off on both sides of the field with two pick-6s and one thirty-yard touchdown pass even after Finn had thrown two in previous quarters.  The girls swarmed the football team even more now that they’d won, but the glee members of the team used their girlfriends as barriers to ward off the advances, something Lauren, especially, didn’t mind being at all.  For his part, Sam didn’t make a move without Mercedes if he could help it, clinging to her hand or wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they navigated the halls; and he always, always, gave her some sort of kiss before they parted.

Nobody could construe them as platonic after some of those smooches!

So it’d been amazing to Mercedes that not only had her parents left with that little speech, they hadn’t said anything about Sam (or anyone else) not being allowed to come over…not being allowed to stay overnight…not being allowed to do anything-

Because they trusted her.

“Your parents are pimps,” Puck determined, his head in her lap as he lay on her couch.  He was bored so he’d come over just in time to help her bake cookies, though he was sad because all the ingredients had already been put away before he arrived.  Mostly everyone in the glee club was away that holiday weekend-Lauren at a wrestling tournament; Rachel to visit her black dad’s family; Santana in New York to visit her parents with Brittany tagging along; Quinn spending the weekend with her dad; and the Cohen-Chang-Chang families in the Poconos at a Lima Asian Association retreat.  Mercedes was the only girl around and Puck, despite being the only male in a house with his mother and younger sister, had insisted he needed some sort of feminine energy that wasn’t familial.

“Mama’s boy,” Mercedes had teased, sliding her fingers through his Mohawk.

Puck grinned at her upside down.  “As long as you’re the mama, sexy.”

Mercedes rolled her eyes but indulged him with a kiss to the forehead.

“So the others are coming over later?” Puck asked, shifting his head to face the television and inhaling as the cookies’ aroma wafted into the den.  Lead-up to the AFC Divisional game between the Cincinnati Bengals and the New York Jets was on, but more as background noise than anything else.

“Yeah.  Finn and Sam said they’d bring the pizza over, but Artie can’t make it now because unexpected family has descended upon him.  Kurt is grudgingly coming because I told him it wasn’t healthy to sulk just because his boyfriend had the audacity to take a family trip to Vail without him!”

Puck snorted.  “Whipped.”

“You’re such a pot name-calling the kettle right now!”

“That is so racist,” Puck whispered in a Brittany impression, and she hit his shoulder while trying her best to mask her giggles.

Other than when Mercedes went to take the cookies from the oven, she and Puck remained in the same position, debating with the sports analysts on the chances the Bengals had to pull out a win.  Puck refused to relinquish his spot even when others arrived (Kurt using his key), nuzzling further into her belly and making quite indecent sounds as he did so.  Sam looked like he was two seconds away from opening the two liters of Mountain Dew upon him until he realized doing so would put himself in harm’s way for getting Mercedes soaked, so he pouted in the easy chair adjacent to them instead.

“I got dibs, bro!” Puck explained, even linking his fingers through Mercedes’ to get the blond really riled.  Mercedes did nothing, just looked at the television dispassionately, mainly because Puck’s grip was deceptively strong and he was massaging the hell out of her hand.  “She was my girlfriend first!”

“That’s not how that works, Puck,” Sam returned.  “She’s my lady now!”

“She’s my mama!”

“She’s my goddess, and I had her first, if we really want to talk ‘dibs’; so get up, Puckerman!”

Mercedes turned to Finn, who was standing in between the easy chair and the sofa looking like a deer in headlights.

“On the breakfast bar, there’s a church fan.  You can stand right behind the sofa and fan me,” she said nonchalantly even as a surprisingly adamant Kurt managed to yank Puck off her to take his place.

“Fan, got it,” Finn muttered, and went to do as commanded.

“No cookies!” she warned and laughed at Finn’s “Crap!” reply.

Mercedes let him do it throughout the entire commercial break before slapping his stomach lightly with his hand and telling him to sit down and get comfortable.

“Do I get a chance in your lap?” he asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Look, I know I’m as big as a couch, but that doesn’t mean I am one!” Mercedes cracked, then jumped and yelped when Kurt pinched her hard on one of her love handles.

“Shut up,” he chastised.

“And it’s a Mercedes coupe, not couch,” Puck corrected with a wink.

“You know what? You can get up out my house,” Mercedes said lowly, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Seriously, though, do I get a turn?” Finn asked, and even pulled a puppy-dog face.

“I’m not interested in Rachel screeching in my ear-”

“I just don’t think it’s fair everyone else gets Mercedes cuddles except for me, that’s all,” Finn said with a shrug.

“That should totally be trademarked,” Puck suggested, pointing at her.  “I can be your lawyer-!”

“You cannot be her lawyer because you do not have a law degree, nor have you passed the Bar-”

“I’m just sayin’, Kurt-”

“Nothing that makes sense, Puck!”

“Because you pinched me, Finn gets to take your spot-”

“What?!” came Sam’s and Kurt’s outburst; Puck merely cackled.

“You heard her, bro-my turn!” Finn said, pulling up a resistant Kurt after four attempts.  Mercedes had to laugh at Finn’s long limbs falling over the other arm of the couch and she started massaging Finn’s head.

“Oh, yeah, that’s nice…”

“You give him a massage but not me?” Kurt asked with serious affront.

“Of all the people thus far, he’s the only one not to work my nerve yet,” Mercedes said primly, her eye widening when she hit a spot behind his ear that made his right leg twitch.  “For real?”

“Uh…”  Finn started turning beet red and placed a throw pillow over his groin.

It took two commercial breaks and Kurt dabbing her eyes with Kleenex before Mercedes calmed down from that laugh.

Eventually, all turned their attention to the game, which was full of staunch defense and questionable offense.  When halftime finally arrive, Mercedes’ voice was parched from cussing and the Bengals quarterback throwing two pick-6s-one of which was saved from the point after with a blocked kick.  Mercedes was still muttering under her breath as she threw empty pizza boxes into the trash bin in the garage and walked right into Sam’s chest.  His lips were on hers before she could speak…as was his hand between her legs.

“You know,” he began conversationally against her mouth, his thick index finger pressing hard against her clit through her thin leggings, “between everyone else getting a chance in your lap and Finn eating all the cookies after letting us just have one each…I was pretty pissed-”

“Sam!” she gasped, her body shuddering with her impending orgasm.

He smirked.  “But then I realized that after they leave, I’ll have all the cookie I want…in your lap…all night.”

Sam muffled her scream with his mouth and his touch turned gentle as he eased her down from her high.  He grinned and bit his bottom lip, tossing his head toward the den.  “Second half’s about to start.”

Like Mercedes cared about the damn game!  That was the pimpest move to ever be pimped, and she wanted more.  Sam knew this, too, and had the gall to brush his thumb against her lower lip before leaving her in the freezing garage.

When she was sure her legs could support her and the cold became unbearable, Mercedes entered the house just in time for the phone to ring.  Sam was finally on the couch and even patted her space in invitation.

“Watching the game with my harem,” Mercedes said into the phone and stuck her tongue out at Sam.  He frowned while Puck snickered, Kurt sighed, and Finn remained transfixed on the television.

“You’re a Brewer woman; of course you have a harem,” her mother replied, as if her daughter had said grass was green.  “Tell them I said hello!”

Mercedes put on the speakerphone.  “Say hi to Mama Jones!”

The boys chorused hellos, but they weren’t nearly so enthusiastic when her father came on the line.

“When we said we trusted your judgment-”

“Kurt’s here,” Mercedes interrupted.

“Hi, Papa Jones!” Kurt greeted on cue and even waved though he couldn’t be seen.

“But harem, baby girl?’

“Yep,” Mercedes said, putting her feet in Sam’s lap.  “Finn fans me; Puck massages me; Sam feeds me; and Kurt’s the bouncer.

“Oh, good Lord…”

“And we just got finished wrestling in chocolate syrup and whipped cream in the kiddie pool Kurt brought-naked-”

“Mercedes Jones!”

Mercedes was too busy dying with laughter into a throw pillow, so Kurt finished the discussion for her.  When the call ended, Kurt threw an empty soda can at her.

“I can’t believe you!”

Mercedes continued dying.

“I can go to Wal-Mart for that Cool Whip-”

“No!” Sam and Kurt said, interrupting Puck, and Mercedes died even more.

Her good mood remained well after the game ended, the Bengals getting their act together enough to play a flawless fourth quarter and win.  Puck helped her in the kitchen while Kurt orchestrated matters in the living room.

“Sam got a little frisky with you earlier, didn’t he?”

Mercedes almost dropped the cookie platter she was rinsing off in the sink.  “What?”

Puck pulled a face and scoffed.  “You think I don’t know what Climax Eyes look like, Mama?”

She shook her head.  “You’re getting out of pocket, Puckerman.”

“Well, as long as you let Sam get all up in your pockets and everything else…”  He nudged her.  “Orgasm looks good on you, girl.”

Her cheeks were burning, but that didn’t stop Mercedes from eyeing him.  “That ninja attack was your idea, wasn’t it?”

He shrugged but grinned.  “Maybe…”

Mercedes hit him with the hand towel.  “Puck!”

“He looked miserable, and we all were kinda hoggin’ you…I told him, yeah, we all might be half in love with you but he’s the one who has you whole heart and so act like he owns it.”

Mercedes rolled her eyes.  “Y’all are not half in love with me.”

“If Kurt weren’t gay…”

“But he is.”

“If Finn were quicker on the uptake…”

“But he ain’t.”

“If I hadn’t been such a wuss…”

Mercedes remained quiet then, especially when he grasped her hand.

“I was really upset when you ended with me, Mama,” Puck admitted.  “Yeah, I played it off like I didn’t care, but I was really starting to like you and there’s something in me saying you’ll be the one I let slip through my fingers.”  He squeezed her hand.  “So, I don’t want someone as great as Sam making the same mistake I did by not showing you just how amazing and beautiful and sexy you are.”

“He’s not,” Mercedes said, though not unkindly.  “Sometimes I can’t believe it, though.  Still.”

“Believe it, Mama, because we all see it,” Puck said.  “Accept all the things I didn’t have the guts to give while we were dating…but if you’re serious about that harem-”

Mercedes elbowed him in the ribs this time, but he laughed and hugged her close.

“I love you, Mama, okay?” he whispered into her temple.

“I love you, too, Puck.”

He pulled back and dropped a chaste kiss to her lips.  A tiny portion of her heart fluttered at it, but they didn’t jerk away when they heard a voice clear.  Sam’s green eyes pierced her, and she licked her lips slowly.

“We’re out, man,” Puck announced, hitting Sam on the back good-naturedly.  “Give you two lovebirds a chance to catch up and all-”

Finn all but panicked.  “We can’t!  Mercedes didn’t bake the extra cookies yet!”

“Her cookies aren’t for you,” Puck stressed and jerked his head to the door.

Kurt caught on and grabbed his stepbrother by the elbow.  “Let’s go, Finn.”

“But-!”

“I’ll have some for you on Tuesday,” Mercedes promised.

“Maybe,” Sam amended.  “Considering you ate all the other ones!”

“I’m a growing boy!” Finn defended himself.

“At six-three, I think you’re done,” Kurt muttered and rolled his eyes, but approached Mercedes and hugged her.

“Details,” Kurt murmured in her ear.

“About?”

Kurt just arched an eyebrow and approached Sam.

Finn approached, face long and head hung low.  “So no cookies, really?”

“I didn’t even have one,” Mercedes said.

Finn opened his mouth to defend himself, then realized he couldn’t.  “Man, I’m sorry.”

Mercedes hugged his waist and he returned it.  “That’s all right; I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to pay me back.”

Finn nodded emphatically, and a few minutes later, everyone but Sam had left.  Sam was leaning against the breakfast bar, staring at his hands contemplatively.  Mercedes frowned and approached, covering his hands with hers.

“Sam?”

“You kissed him.  You kissed Puck knowing I was only feet away.”

He didn’t yell it, but that didn’t stop Mercedes from startling.  “What?”

“You two kissed each other, but this doesn’t feel like when Quinn and Finn kissed…why aren’t I more bothered by this?”

“Because it’s Puck and Puck kisses are like handshakes,” Mercedes said.

“Then why doesn’t he just shake your hand?”

“Because Puck lives to antagonize people,” Mercedes said.  “It didn’t mean anything.”

“Okay,” Sam said, arching an eyebrow.  “So…what if the next time I see Quinn I give her a kiss?”

“I’ll kill you,” Mercedes said without hesitation.

“So how is that different?!”

“Kisses aren’t handshakes to you, Sam.”

“Are they handshakes to you?”

Mercedes squeezed his hands.  “You, Brittany, and Puck are the only three people I’ve ever kissed in my entire life!  And you know what?  Only you make my world tilt on its axis!  Yeah, I’ll admit Puck’s kiss made it wobble a little bit, and Brittany really can kiss, but none of them are you, okay?  And I think the other reason you’re not so upset is because you know, deep down, Puck can’t break us apart-even if he wanted to, which he doesn’t…considering the ‘suggestion’ he gave you earlier…”

Sam blushed but grinned at her.  “I barely touched you but you came so hard.”

Mercedes shuddered again, his voice acting like his fingers as it stroked all up and down her body.

“Only you, baby, just you.”

“Even though you have a harem?”

“You’re the head harem dude, you know this,” Mercedes insisted, standing on tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck.  Sam smiled at her, and her heart did a ridiculous shimmy.  This boy definitely had nothing to worry about.  She was all his.

“I told you everyone was in love with you,” Sam said triumphantly against her mouth.

“I bet you want a cookie for that, don’t you?” Mercedes teased.

His eyes flashed but he shook his head.  “Just you…always you.”

The quiet conviction in that statement had her whispering his name and bringing him down for a kiss meant to convey the deep emotions for which she had no words.  He returned the kiss enthusiastically, deliberately, as if trying to eradicate any feeling Puck’s kiss or Brittany’s kiss had ever engendered in her.  Her mind was consumed with nothing but pheromones and Sam, and she broke the kiss with a gasp and revelation.

“I’m ready.”

Sam cocked his head and eyed her, genuine confusion on his face.  “Ready for what?”

Mercedes bit her lip and squared her shoulders, touching one hand to his jaw, the other to the space over his heart.  “I’m ready to make love with you.”

He immediately started shaking his head.  “Mercedes, what I said about Puck wasn’t to get you to prove anything to me-”

She kissed him silent.  “It’s to prove something to me…that I’ve truly accepted the fact I’m someone worth loving, and I’m someone worth you.”

“Fuck,” he whispered and kissed her harder than ever before.  His grip on her face was so firm it almost hurt, but she clung to him just as strongly.  “I’ll never be worthy of you, but I’ll always strive to be, Mercedes Jones,” he vowed, moving his kisses to her earlobe and jaw.  “I want to give you everything I have-”

“Just you,” she whispered, her voice shaky from the tears that had started to fall.  “Just give me you.”

It seemed as if one moment they were downstairs and the next they were naked in her bed, hands and lips roaming over forms so familiar yet suddenly so new.

“You remind me of the sun,” Mercedes whispered, caressing her cheek and lips against his hardness.  “You’re brightness and warmth.”

“You’re my earth,” he said into her mound a few minutes later.  “Abundant, full of life.”

Though she’d sucked him off enough to get him to orgasm, Sam didn’t return the favor, making her whine and whimper for that elusive climax just over the edge.

“I needed mine out the way so I could last; because I know once I’m inside you it won’t take me long,” Sam said as he lined himself up at her entrance.  Mercedes’ brows furrowed and she arched her hips, but he didn’t slide himself inside of her yet.

“This might hurt,” he warned.

“Yeah, but I don’t have a hymen for you to break,” she said.

He paused, jaw opened  “I thought-?”

“I broke it myself,” Mercedes said sheepishly.  Santana had suggested she do that over the summer and had even given her an unopened toy and some jelly she had in her “stash”.  Mercedes hadn’t asked any follow-up questions, merely said thank you and taken Santana’s advice.  The pain had been sharp, but thankfully brief, with less blood than she’d expected.

“I don’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved,” he muttered.

“How about you just ‘be’ inside of me first and then make your decision,” Mercedes sassed.

Sam arched an eyebrow, but cupped her cheek in his wide hand and kissed her nose.  “I can do that.”

“With a condom,” Mercedes said abruptly, just now realizing he wasn’t wearing one.  Sam cursed and shot off the bed, making an awful lot of noise to find a tiny foil package.  Mercedes stared at the ceiling and took measured breaths, her earlier bravado fading as she realized she was about to do something irrevocable.  She knew she wouldn’t regret it, though.  No matter what happened in the future, she would never, ever regret sharing her first time with Samson Evans.

“This isn’t right,” he said once he loomed over her again, and wrapped a strong arm about her shoulder to pull her up.  Eventually they were in an upright hugging position, faces in each other’s necks as Sam used his free hand to position his sheathed length into her entrance.

“Breathe, Mercedes,” he said on a chuckle.

“As soon as I remember how to, I will,” she muttered into his shoulder.

“We don’t-”

She pressed down hard into his lap, earning a very loud expletive in her ear and the fullest feeling she’d ever experienced.  Her vaginal muscles stretched wide over the part of Sam that was inside her and harsh breaths left her nostrils.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Sam chanted into her temple, then kissed it hard.  “Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?”

“I’m the one who…” Mercedes trailed off and shook her head, dazed.  “Damn, boy, where all this come from?”

He let out a sheepish chuckle.  “I’m not all the way in, Mercedes.”

“You are for right now!” Mercedes declared, gasping.  “Damn!”

“Yeah, in this position I can’t go deeper, but if you don’t stop clenchin’ around me I’m not going anywhere because I’m gonna come!” Sam warned on a groan, squeezing her shoulders and her waist with begging fingers.

Mercedes winced, but not in a good way.  This didn’t feel comfortable at all, so she eased herself off him and collapsed on her back.  Sam reclined on his side beside her, caressing her low on her tummy.  She covered her face with her hands.

“Mercedes.”

“I’m so embarrassed.”

“No, don’t, okay?” Sam reassured her and kissed her shoulder.  “I think we may need some lube.  Didn’t you need some when you…erm…?”

Mercedes nodded.  “It’s in the bathroom-”

He stayed her with another kiss to her shoulder, then her left breast, even going so far as to give the nipple a quick suck.  “I’ll get it; I need another condom anyway.”

“There are some in the drawer by Micah’s sink,” Mercedes called after him as he went into the bathroom.  She didn’t know what size they were, because as soon as she’d seen the box, she’d immediately closed the drawer in mortification.  She doubted they’d fit, though, because Sam felt as if he were a yard long and a wrist thick!

“I would pick the one white guy hung like a damn elephant!”

“Santana had appreciated that,” Sam said as he climbed back on the bed between her legs.

Mercedes clamped her mouth shut against something wholly inappropriate and a little mean.

“You’re not Santana, though,” Sam eventually murmured.  “And I’m your first.  I want to take care of you, Mercedes.  I don’t want to hurt you, not even in this-especially not in this.”

What he was currently doing didn’t hurt, his long fingers thrusting in and out of her with something cool and slippery that wasn’t her natural juices.  Mercedes’ breathing grew shallow, as did her hips’ thrusts, and her eyes connected with Sam’s.  The single light from the nightstand caught the green in his eyes just so they seemed to sparkle, and Mercedes reached out to him.

He came willingly, his mouth leading the way to her lips.  Their kisses were soft, so soft they were practically just resting mouths against each other as Sam continued caressing her entrance.  She framed his face and pulled it back, Sam kissing the heel of her hand, and she kissed his temple.

“Why are you so beautiful, Sam?”

“Because I love you.”

She almost broke apart at that, but then the wide, slick head of him pierced her wet, delicate folds, and she reminded herself to breathe.  His entry was careful, full of tiny thrusts that went deeper with each one.  Sam distracted her as best he could from it with kisses to her neck and shoulders and his hand kneading her breast, but her entire focus was on him joining his body with hers.

“You’re huge,” Mercedes stated.

“You’re a lot of woman to love,” Sam teased.

“My pussy isn’t,” Mercedes said, the vulgar word feeling weird yet deliciously naughty on her tongue.

“Your pussy is my heaven,” he replied on a groan.  “And Peter’s gone now, so I’m comin’ in.”

Mercedes would’ve judged him herself for that corny crack except he’d stopped thrusting and he pressed against something else deep inside of her.  She looked wildly at Sam, who bit his bottom lip sheepishly and caressed her hip now.

“I think that’s your cervix.”

“Fuck,” Mercedes whispered.

“Unlike you, I paid attention in sex ed,” he teased, easing his penis back out and causing glorious friction against her vaginal walls.

“Oh, God, do that again,” she whimpered.

“Oh, I plan to…all night long,” he moaned, his next thrust firmer and a little faster, making her gasp.

Again, Sam’s illusions of grandeur paled against the reality of it.  Mercedes could barely handle five minutes and Sam struggled to get to six.  She started to laugh at the “love faces” he was making, wondering why she finally pieced together what the hell Trey Songz was talking about at a time like that; but then Sam forced her to make her own when he caressed her clit with his thumb as he pumped.

“Is it funny now?”

She was still laughing, but nothing was funny at all.  Her orgasm was building more potently than ever, her channel attempting to squeeze every drop she wouldn’t receive because of the condom he wore, but that didn’t stop it from trying anyway.  Sam groaned deeply again and collapsed atop her, his hips going furiously now as tongue tried to match the thrusts itself.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” Sam asked.

“Shit…”

“There’s a rumor that says girls can’t come on their first try, but that’s bullshit; you’re gonna come for me,” Sam determined.

Mercedes locked her legs about his hips and clutched his firm ass in her hands.  “Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Shit,” Sam panted, his rhythm breaking slightly.  “Fuck, shit, Mercy-”

She slammed his mouth against hers just as the shudders began.  He gave her one last, hard thrust that had her head rammed into her headboard.  Their shouts twisted together, and Sam shook above her for a long moment before collapsing atop her, knocking the wind out of her.  She gasped to get it back, and he slid his muscular body off her so her lungs could properly expand.

A gently hand touched the top of her head.  “You okay?”

Mercedes didn’t answer, inhaling deeply again to make sure she truly had her breath back.  The room was heavy with the scent of sex.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” he asked, looming above her again and cupping her cheek.  “Mercedes?”

“I just had sex,” she said.

“No, you didn’t,” Sam said with a kind smile and caressed her cheek with his thumb.  “You just made love.”

“There’s a difference?  Really?”  She thought that was just a line romance writers wrote in their books.

“A huge difference,” Sam confirmed, kissing her nose.

“My head’s fine,” she answered belatedly.

He chuckled a little.  “Good.  I’m glad.  Sorry about that.”

“I’m sore,” she added.

His grin faded and he started to retreat, but she tightened her thighs about his waist.  “Lady?”

“I like you…just like this,” she said shyly, looking at him through her eyelashes.  “You feel good.”

The blush that crept upon his face and his returning shy smile made her heart swell with even more love for him, and she giggled, bringing his head down for a light kiss.  Sam gathered her close and fell onto his back without breaking their connection, leaving her lying atop him.  He smoothed a hand through her short curls and smiled even wider.

“You’re so adorable.  And beautiful.  And sexy.”  He suddenly turned solemn, still caressing her hair though his eyes were serious as they connected with hers.  “And thank you for trusting me with your body, Mercedes.  I’m truly humbled you chose me for such a precious gift.”

Mercedes stopped caressing his ripped torso at that last statement, tears returning to her eyes at the sweet words.  She leaned up while he leaned down to accept her kiss, and she nuzzled his nose with hers.

“You already had my heart, Samson Evans,” she said, “it was about time I gave you my body too.”

“And you were truly ready?” he asked carefully, now rubbing her bare back.

She nodded and cupped his jaw with a smile.  “You’re not the only one who wants to give everything in this relationship.”

He smiled too, kissing her forehead before cuddling her into his chest, then soon he was snoring.  And between that and the steady rise and fall of his chest, Mercedes eventually fell asleep too.