A/N: Prompt from lightbluenymphadora; Santemma, hand sanitizer. Thanks!
Emma's fingers were twitching.
Smirking, seeing it out of the corner of her eye, Santana dropped her hand from the arm of the theater chair to clasp over the older woman's hands. Feeling Emma's spasms of surprise, she waited for giant doe eyes to meet hers. "Hmm?" she quirked an eyebrow.
"I-I, Santana?" Emma's gaze flitted from the hand on her lap to Santana's face to the travesty masquerading as a performance on the stage and back again.
"Shh." Leaning in, enjoying watching Emma's eyes widen even further as she came closer, Santana stopped right before her nose brushed against a pale ear, "I thoughts we were making strides?"
Emma's lips softened into a shy smile. "We are," she replied, taking a deep breath and resettling in her seat, barely shifting towards Santana, "But I just. I still. Oh!"
Smirking again, Santana lifted her hand up just enough to allow one of Emma's to slip free and accept the small bottle of extra strength hand sanitizer Santana had taken to carrying in her purse, "I gets it, Emms."
A pleased, light blush snaked across Emma's cheeks. "Thank you."
Smiling back, Santana moved her hand back to the arm of her chair. And, half a minute later, a newly sanitized hand slipped around it.