You do miss your lunch reservations, of course.
But when you finally leave the hotel room, your body is still tingling from the amazing sex you just had. Santana really knows how to satisfy you, it almost feels as if she has been doing it forever. But you are a little frustrated, because again she didn't let you return the favour. You think she is scared of touch, and of not being in control but you can't ask her because she won't answer. Anyway, it's leaving you a little unsatisfied because as much as you like feeling earth-shattering orgasms, you've always loved being in the provider side as well.
You try not to dwell too much on it as you walk hand in hand with Santana through the streets of Providence. You never paid real attention to your environment when you have been here before, but you must say the city is really lovely. Or maybe it is the company that is making you like it. You are both quiet, but it's not an uncomfortable silence. Santana seems to be enjoying the walk as much as you do, and judging by her body language, she is feeling really comfortable holding your hand in public.
"What was your dream job as a child?" You suddenly ask as you are walking through a park and decide to stop and take a seat on a bench.
Santana looks at you making a thinking face as she toys with your hand.
"I wanted to be a singer." She finally says with a chuckle and you smile. It suits her, and even you have never heard her as much as hum, you are sure she must have an awesome singing voice, judging by her talking one.
"What did you end up being?" You ask tilting your head like a confused puppy. "I don't think you ever told me what is that you did before...all this...happened." You stutter nervously.
"I never got to go to college...," she starts, "I married Nate at 17, remember?" She asks and you nod, biting your lower lip. "I did a few entry level jobs for a while. I worked cleaning offices, as a cashier at a supermarket, I even worked at a car mechanic garage for a while, that was a fun job..." She says with a snicker. "But I have not worked for a few years now. Nathaniel was the provider." A grimace takes over her face. "I don't know what I'm going to do when all this is over..."
You tighten your grip on her hand and offer her a reassuring smile.
"We'll figure it out when the time comes." You mutter softly and she nods smiling.
You really love her smile.
After a little while of more chit-chatting, you resume your walking and you start guiding your steps towards the place you have reservations for dinner. It's not as fancy as the place you wanted to take her for lunch, but you know it's going to be lovely. You love pasta, so you are taking her to an Italian restaurant that you found on the internet and has awesome reviews.
You are wearing a black, long-sleeved, wool dress, and white sneakers, your hair tied up in a neat ponytail. It's casual and comfortable, but still dressed enough to go clubbing after dinner. Santana is wearing a black pencil skirt, a red blouse that really enhances her marvellous figure, and she's wearing red high heels as well, making her almost as tall as you. You advised her to wear something comfortable, but she dismissed you saying she's used to wear heels, and you can't deny her legs look delicious. Her hair is falling over her shoulders with soft waves.
As you get to the restaurant, she smirks.
"Mhhm, bambina, you want to stuff me up, don't you?" She asks batting her eyelashes coyly and you can't help how your mind goes to a place where you are not exactly stuffing her stomach. You have to clear your throat as you play with the tips of your hair.
"You need to eat, we will be enduring physical exertion later, I don't want you to get tired too soon." You reply, almost proud of yourself for being able to form a coherent sentence, resulting in a witty response.
She laughs heartily, looking at you in delight, and you wink at her, as you fall in love with her and her stupid laugh all over again.
Dinner goes as planned, the food is amazing, as is the waiting service and your conversation with Santana flows like it hasn't flowed before. The amount of wine you have drunk probably helps, but Santana is finally giving you some insight on her life. She has told you how she was never bold enough to admit liking girls mainly because her grandmother was both extremely conservative and the most important person in her life. She tells you about Nate and how he was the best husband for a while; you can't help feeling jealous. Even if you try not to show it, Santana does notice it and grabs your hand kissing the back of it to reassure you.
You also learn she never doesn't have many friends, that she loves reading, and that if she was to study something, she'd be interested in finances, as boring as it sounds to you.
When you leave the restaurant, you are both a little bit drunk. Santana is slurring her words, and is taking you all your willpower and concentration to be able to walk in a straight line, and you are both laughing hysterically.
When you reach your club of choice, Santana's face brightens up like a child's. She told you she used to dance salsa, so you brought her to a Cuban pub. You notice how her hips start swaying as you hear the faint music from outside.
Score.
You love seeing her like this.
"Salsa is not my forte. No Latin dance to be honest, I know the basics but I figured you'd teach me..." You mumble with a smile as you open the door for her cavalierly.
Soon you are in the centre of the dance floor and she's leading you as a man would do. Her grip is firm and her body is commanding yours effortlessly.
The next song you recognise as bachata, and is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to you. The way Santana's thighs brush against yours as she sways, how her hips guide your every movement, the grip of her hands on your hands and arms, how she touches your back. When the song finishes you are drenched, and not only in sweat.
Santana is ecstatic. She can't wipe the smile off her face, and she looks like she's in her element. Suddenly she wraps her arms around your neck and moves her mouth close to your ear.
"Quiero tu cuerpo desnudo contra el mío..." [I want your naked body against mine] She whispers sensually and you drool. Her Spanish accent is extremely sexy, and even if you have no idea what she just said, you know it was something dirty by the way she's looking at you. "Take me home, babe." She adds.
You knew it was smart to book a hotel room for the night.