The party is buzzing and booming when we get there.

It's my first big industry party, and I'm so, so nervous.

The label just signed me, officially, as an act. After years of toil working as a backup singer and putting in my time, I am on my own.

It's the most amazing feeling.

Made even better when your arm links with mine as we make our way inside.

Your little silver mini dress is giving me a lot of feelings, an electric current sparking up inside me. You look hot, baby. So hot.

And the look in your eyes, the pride and the admiration and the love, it takes my breath away.

We step inside and I'm immediately whisked away to shake hands with a million people I will never remember. I'm the new toy, they've gotta show me off a little. Your eyes soften at the apologetic look I give you as we're parted.

Out of the corner of my eye I see you slink to the bar and lean over to get the bartender's attention. I know you know I'm watching you. Your long legs look like heaven in those heels, and that oh so short skirt.

My name being called pulls me back into the conversation at hand, my thoughts jumping away from my tongue slowly moving up your delicious legs, to the suit in front of me who is talking about studio time and some other business I really should be paying attention to.

It feels like an eternity before I'm released from my artist duties, able to zero in on you in the crowd. In reality it's only been a short while and the drink you got for me is still cold next to you at the table.

Your eyes are so bright when I take my seat next to you, kissing your cheek lightly in thanks. I can't find any annoyance in them, only that pride and adoration.

How did I find you, get you to fall in love with me?

Because, baby, when you look at me that way, I feel like anything is possible.

We don't really need the lowered inhibitions that the alcohol will bring. We never really do. I can't take my eyes off you tonight, and you can't either. Your hand lands on my thigh under the table, just where my skirt ends and you feel warm, so warm.

The rest of the night disappears in a flash. I keep getting pulled away from you to meet more and more people, nod and smile at the men staring at my cleavage, shake hands with what feels like everyone at the label.

You run into an old friend you used to dance with and you both squeal with the delight of teenagers, so I don't feel as guilty leaving you to schmooze. I know you're ok, you've told me you're ok, but I hate leaving your side, I want to be here with you, not these strangers.

But the moments I can steal away with you, they are everything.

And the way my body heats up when I catch you staring, ogling me from afar, your eyes dipping to my chest and my ass, it could warm the whole room.

And the too short makeout session you start in the bathroom almost kills me.

But what I really love, what I really love baby, is how whenever I am apart from you talking business, I always seem to find you in the crowd. And in the second we make eye contact, I see your eyes soften in that way they always do when you look at me, and I can see that small, little shy smile that you graces your lips, the one you make when you're being impossibly cute, one of your Santana smiles, and I feel warm all over with your love.

Oh, honey, I know you know what you do to me.

And when you're standing by my side, your arm so close to me I can feel your body heat, and we're chatting about everything and nothing, I feel complete.

And in the moment your favorite teen dream artist from your younger years comes over with my new boss and introduces herself to me and then you, and I get to watch you get all shy and bashful, blushing from head to toe, it makes everything so worth it.

You are so adorable, baby.

And I couldn't imagine a better person to share this experience with. Any of this. The party, the actual signing with the label, the beginnings of planning an album. This whole dream come true is so much sweeter with you by my side, holding my hand.

I keep making the rounds, sometimes with my manager, sometimes alone, the disbelief that this is actually happening to me still bright in my head. And even though I've worked my ass off to get here, I still can't believe it's real. I make my way back over to you and interrupt a very cute ramble about how much you love me, making your face turn bright red when your friend teases you. It makes my butterflies crazy.

But what sends my butterflies through the roof is the way I can see your eyes darken from the bar when a douchebag who's been trying to flirt with me all night gets a little too close. Your face doesn't change much, but I see the steel harden and your back straighten. You see my eyes and understand my 'it's ok, don't worry about it', but your fingers clench a little bit too tight on your glass. Your jealousy is insanely hot.

I'm almost sorry I don't get to see it too often. Almost.

And at the end of the night when the party is finally starting to wind down, and my manager gets me out of going to an afterparty.

And I can take my place by your side.

And sneak us out, slink away into the darkness.

I feel my heart swell.

And when I get you home.

And push you up against the door, slamming it behind you.

My lips on your neck, biting.

Your moans in my ear.

It is everything.

You try to wriggle away, to get us to the bedroom, to get out of your dress, but I stop you.

Pushing hard against you. "No. Leave the dress on..."

You groan again and scratch my neck, trying to grab a fist of my hair. "S…"

"I've been thinking about fucking you in this dress since you put it on."

You growl and tilt my head up, out of your neck, to your lips. And you kiss me hard. Taking my hand and moving it to your leg.

Skin, skin, skin.

"You looked so hot tonight, Britt."

You try to kiss me again but I move back down to your chest, your cleavage teasing me all night.

"And you were such a tease earlier in the bathroom… I couldn't focus at all after that."

You wrap your leg around my waist with a whimper.

"And then the way you got jealous when that guy was staring at me, I wanted to have you right there."

I move my hand up and I hear you gasp.

And I stop deliciously close to where you want me.

"Don't tease…"

"Why not?"

"San…" your breath is hushed and ragged already, demanding.

And the sound you make when I slide through you, into you, slays me.

And it's quick and rough.

And your body slams against the door.

And you claw at my shoulders, my back, your leg pulling me closer to you, further into you.

And the way you say my name as you clench around my fingers.

It's the best my name has ever sounded.

And I've heard my name from other people's lips all night.

But the way you say my name, the way you've always said my name, makes it sound like so much more.

And your knee gives out.

But I hold you steady.

And listen to your breathing. Hot and heavy.

And the little relaxed giggle that rumbles from your throat makes me swoon.

"You need to kiss me this instant." husky, soft. Your lips so perfect and tempting.

"As you wish." And I lean in and do just that. Soft, slow.

Until your lips drift away from mine, to my jaw, my ear.

"I need you to get me out of this dress, Lopez."

The shiver that runs down my spine at your words ignites me, and I feel you push against me, walking me backwards towards our bedroom.

And I find that mischief in your eyes.

And I don't know how life can get any better than tonight.

A/N: Hey all! Thanks for sticking with me! I figured I'd give you lovely readers a present this week. Enjoy! Hey, remember when Brittana got married!? In canon!