You're oddly calm. It's 5:30 on Thursday night and you assumed that you'd be flitting around your apartment in a frenzy trying to burn off anxiety. But you've got your little black dress on, your make up is done, and your hair looks great. You're just lounging on the couch waiting for Brittany. You're watching some reality show when you hear a knock on the door, you turn off the TV, stand up and open your front door and then promptly lose your breath. Brittany is standing there in grey slacks, black suspenders and a white button up. In short, you're not sure whether you want to go on this date or see how fast you can get her naked.
"Santana… you look amazing" she breathes out.
"Thank you. You, you look pretty dapper, Britt."
You finally look up and see an uncharacteristically shy look on Brittany's face. She looks positively nerve wracked.
"Are you okay?" you ask with concern.
"Hmm? Oh yeah I'm fine. Are you ready to head out?"
You make your way to her car and find that it's much cleaner than usual, you smile to yourself at the thought that Brittany's really gone all out for this date.
You're about half way to the restaurant and she hasn't said anything, she's just sitting there stiffly, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. You've been watching her for about 2 minutes when you finally speak up.
"So, how are classes going?"
"Oh! Yeah, they're good. My professor has me working on some unsolvable equation, just to see how far I can get. He wants to test my understanding. So that's pretty cool."
You can see how her eyes light up when she starts talking about her classes and astrophysics and how everything fits together in the universe. She's so, so smart and you love her passion. You're also hoping that this helps to take some of the stress out of tonight.
You grin at her as she continues to talk animatedly and take her hand and pull it into your lap, twining your fingers together.
—-
You get to the restaurant, a nice Sushi restaurant that you've heard is really good, and Brittany takes your coat and pulls out your chair for you. You swoon pretty hard, if you're being quite honest.
And then, she promptly knocks a glass of water over in her nervousness.
"Shit, I'm sorry, let me get it" she flusters out. She's blushing and trying to keep the water from running into the floor with the cloth napkins on the table.
You're trying really, really hard to keep the smile off of your face. You're not laughing at her, it's just, she's always so calm and collected, so graceful and honestly a little cocky. But right now, she's acting like a 15 year old on their first date. It's adorable.
The waiter takes over for her with an eye roll. You shoot him a glare that has him finishing quickly and retreating hastily. She finally sits down across from you, takes a deep breath, and smiles tightly across the table at you.
"Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention…"
"It's fine, babe. Things happen. Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little… stiff…tonight"
"Wanky" she whispers out.
You giggle and roll your eyes. "Really though, relax babe, it's just me. No reason to be worried."
She looks over at you with an apologetic smile "I know it's just… this is an important date and I want it to go well." You know she's blushing and you fight to keep the smitten smile off of your face.
"It's just us. Just you and me, okay?"
She inhales deeply and lets the air escape slowly from her lips, "You're right, you're right. It's just us."
—-
A different waiter comes to your table and you order a bottle of wine and a few sushi rolls to share.
"Don't laugh, but I've never been able to use chop sticks very well" you admit with a chuckle.
Brittany grins across the table at you, "It's probably because you have such tiny hands" you teases.
You throw a mock glare at her before leaning towards her and whispering out, "You've never complained about my hands being too tiny before. In fact, later, I'll prove how useful my hands can be."
Her eyes darken a bit as they meet your and she's grinning and biting her lower lip.
"I can't wait" she replies, with her eyes tracing your lips. You meet in the middle of the table for a kiss and only break apart when your food has arrived.
—-
"Here, let me show you. You have to use your index finger and thumb to move the chopstick on the top. Wait… hold on, you're holding it like a pen." She's giggling and you're trying really hard to follow her instructions but it just isn't working.
"I hate chopsticks" you grump out with a pout.
She's smiling at you like you're the most adorable thing she's ever seen.
"You could just use your fork, or your fingers"
"But we're in a Sushi restaurant Britt, I can't use a fork… it's just wrong." you huff indignantly.
She picks up her chopsticks and expertly grabs a piece of sushi. "Here, babe"
She's offering to feed you, and can't work out whether you're flattered or embarrassed. You decide that it's kind of sweet and take the offered bite. The meal continues on with a combination of her feeding you and you using your fork to feed yourself so you don't appear completely inept.
—-
By the time the meal ends, you are both warm from both the wine and the fleeting looks and touches that you've been exchanging all evening.
You're standing at your apartment door exchanging soft kisses, "Do you want to come inside?" you ask between kisses.
She gasps playfully, "Well, Ms. Lopez, I had no idea you were that kind of girl! On the first date no less!"
You let out a peal of laughter "Oh, hush you."
"I'd love to" she replies and she slips out of your grip to unlock and open the door for you.
Once you're inside, you grab her hand and lead her to your bedroom. You've slept with each other several times before but somehow this feels like something different, like it holds more weight than before.
She moves behind you and presses soft kisses to your neck, causing your eyes to flutter closed and the tenderness. You feel her hand glide up your side and around to your stomach as she presses into your back.
"I really missed you, Santana" she breathes out, leaving feather soft kisses down your jaw to your neck.
"I missed you too." your breath catches when her fingers catch the zipper to your dress and slowly drag it down your side.
It's unzipped and her hands are slipping between the fabric and your skin to slide it down your body until it pools at your feet. You hear her sharp intake of breath when she realizes that the only thing you've got on is a tiny lace string that vaguely resembles underwear (if you squint). She growls in your ear and you can't hold back the smirk that spreads across your face. You turn in her arms and reach to unbutton her shirt, leaving the suspenders resting on her shoulders. The shirt comes off and the suspenders stay on, and it looks like you weren't the only one who went braless tonight. Your hands drift up from her stomach to her chest and you marvel at how she's already panting. Your hands drag down to her ass and you squeeze, causing her to arch her back and subsequently, the straps of her suspenders to rub roughly across her nipples. Her eyes fly open and she moans loudly.
You reach down to the button of her pants, "These need to go."
You're a bit sad because the suspenders go with the pants, but when you see Brittany standing there in bright blue boyshorts, a panting mess with blown pupils, you can't really find it to be that upset.
She lays you down on the bed and immediately latches on to your nipple, causing an unexpected squeak to pop out of your mouth. She drags your underwear down your legs and drops them off the side of the bed pressing kisses down your legs the whole way. She's drifting towards your inner thighs before you catch on, and you grab her shoulder to bring her back up. She looks at you with furrowed brows, before you answer "Can we, I just, I need you up here with me. I um, I want to be able to hold you"
Her eyes soften immediately as she nods her head and kisses her way back up to your lips. You sit up on your elbow and meet her kiss with vigor, running your hand through her hair and pulling her as close as you can. She moans into her mouth and her hand makes its way down between your legs, you pull away with a whimper as she drags her fingers slowly through you. She's building you up so slowly, you feel like you're losing your mind. Her fingers are running circuits and your eyes are rolling back in your head.
"Britt, please baby" you plead with a groan.
She kisses you deeply, her tongue dipping in to taste everything you have to offer, and then presses two fingers in and up. You're seeing spots and you're pretty sure you might be dying. She curls her fingers and drags them back out, repeating the motion slowly as you undulate underneath her. She keeps it soft and slow and your hips are rolling so hard that you are worried you're going to break her fingers. You run your hand down her stomach and feel her abs tensing beneath your fingers. You can't sit here and have all the fun after all. Your fingers reach beneath her boyshorts and she grinds down at the touch.
"You're so wet" you whisper out running your fingers through slick heat. Her rhythm stalls for a second, you see her eyelashes flutter on her cheeks before she picks right back up. She's moaning in your ear and whispering the dirtiest things as she rides your fingers. You're not going to last much longer with this image in front of you.
You're both close and she knows it, she sits up and grinds down quickly and roughly while watching you writhe on her hand. You're trying valiantly to keep your fingers curling and when she screams out your name you slow your speed and try to gently work her down. She's still rolling on your hand when she meets your eyes and runs her thumb across your clit. Your back arches violently as you come, keeping eye contact the entire time. Your orgasm feels like it rolls through you for hours as she continues to work her fingers inside you until you finally drift back down to the bed.
She slowly and gently removes her fingers from between your legs and you do the same before settling down and intertwining your limbs.
"Jesus Christ." You breathe out, still attempting to catch your breath. She giggles out around a panting smile "Yeah, I'd say so. I take back whatever I said about your hands earlier. They are more than perfect. In fact, I kind of want to build a shrine to them. Would that be weird?"
You're shaking with giggles "That might be a little weird, but I promise you can worship them whenever you want." You kiss her ear and you both start to drift off from exhaustion, but before you fall asleep, she presses herself closer to you and whispers "I love you" into your ear.
"I love you too"
And for once, you don't worry about waking up alone tomorrow morning. And you don't.