Summary: Santana and Brittany have their first date night since their daughter was born.

Raising my glass, I wait for Brittany to pick hers up, then tap it against the rim and brush her hand with my finger. "To the mother of our beautiful baby girl, my amazing, talented, gorgeous, sexy, funny, smart wife…you are the love of my life, and it has been a pleasure to be your date tonight."

"Santana…" Brittany ducks her head to hide her blush, taking a quick sip of her wine and putting the glass down on the table in favor of holding my hand instead. Running her thumb over my fingers, she smiles softly at me. "I love you. I love you and Ava so much, and I have never been happier." She tugs my hand, urging me to lean a little closer to the middle of the table.

"Britt?"

"Also? Trust me that when I tell you the way you look in this candlelight? The pleasure tonight has been all mine." Brittany turns my hand over and massages her thumb against my palm, licking her lips and dropping her voice. "Do you have any idea how delicious you look in that black dress, San? Every time you reach for something on the table, I just want to lean forward and take a bite out of you."

I cross my legs a little tighter and groan lightly under my breath at the jolt of pleasure it causes, dropping my other hand down to grip the edge of my chair as I look around to see if anybody heard. I hear Brittany laugh and I look back at her, hoping the low lighting will hide the blush I can feel burning across my cheeks.

"Relax. Nobody is paying us any attention." Brittany lets go of my hand and instead crosses her arms on the table and leans towards me, giving me an unobstructed view of the swells of her breasts. "Well, except for the lady sitting two tables over, but I've already decided that if she looks over at you one more time, I'm going to go all Lima Heights Adjacent on her."

My loud laugh breaks the sexual tension. "Britt, that doesn't sound right coming from you."

"It always sounded hot when you said it," she counters with a grin, reaching out to finish her last little bit of wine. "I figured I'd give it a try."

Chuckling, I shake my head. "You don't need any help being hot, baby."

I look up as the waiter approaches the table with the bill, handing it over to me as I ask him to wrap up our leftovers.

"San, let me get it."

"Babe, we share a bank account. We're technically both paying for dinner." Her pout has me stopping from reaching for my purse, and instead, I roll my eyes playfully and hand over the bill.

"Yes, but if I sign for it, then it's like I took you out on a date. Like I took my very, very hot wife out on a date. And if I take you out on a date, then that means I can probably score some good night kisses when we get home."

"You're very sweet. And in that dress? You're scoring more than good night kisses." I pause and lean forward. "You're totally scoring all night kisses."

As Brittany stands up, snatches her purse off the table, and practically runs over to my side of the table, I smirk and stand as well. I feel her hand resting possessively just above the curve of my ass as she guides me through the tables towards the coat check, and it sends a low punch of lust through my system.

Once the attendant ducks back behind the coat rack, I lean forward and rest my lips against her ear. "It's so hot when you claim me like that, Britt. Letting everyone know that I'm yours. It always turns me on."

Dragging my lips across her cheek, I place a kiss to the corner of her mouth just as the guy makes his way over to the door to hand us our coats. Smiling, I accept the coats, holding Brittany's open so she can slide her hands through, then doing the same as she returns the favor.

Before I can step back and turn to leave, her hands tighten on the lapel of my coat, and I'm pulled forward into a hard kiss, moaning a bit when I feel her teeth brush against my bottom lip. Just as quickly as it started, it's over, and I'm left standing there as Brittany makes her way to the valet, dialing Rachel to let her know we're on our way home. Shaking it off, I can't help but laugh a bit as I walk over to where Brittany's standing, waiting for our car to be brought around.

"Uh, Britt…what was that?" I nudge my shoulder against hers as I reach down to hold her hand.

She looks over, and I'm struck immobile by the look of desire in her eyes. "That was me claiming you. Before, I just really wanted to touch your ass in that dress." Brittany winks at me as the valet holds the passenger door open for her.

After handing him a few dollars, I take the keys and sit down, thanking him as he shuts the driver door for me. Starting the car, I look over at Brittany as I put my seatbelt on. "What was in that wine?"

"It's not the wine, Santana. It's all you." As I pull away from the restaurant to begin the drive home, Brittany lets her hand rest against my thigh, turning slightly in her seat to face me. "I can't wait to get you home and out of that dress."

The car jumps as I press too hard on the gas pedal, huffing out a breath as she lets her hand slip a little higher on my thigh. Tightening my grip on the steering wheel, I drop my other hand down and cover hers, stopping the steady progression as she slides further up my inner thigh. "It seems like you're trying to have me while I'm still in the dress." My voice is a bit husky as I chance a quick look in her direction, the playful smile dying on my face as Brittany removes her hand from my thigh to instead brace it against my headrest, turning her body even more towards me as her other hand takes its place on my leg.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, San. You always have the best ideas." Before I can stop her, she slides her hand under my dress and brushes her knuckles between my legs, pressing a little harder when my hips arch away.

"Britt, baby…we can't while I'm driving." I try not to squirm in my seat as I hear her breathing pick up when she realizes just how damp my underwear are against her fingers.

I don't know whether to sigh in relief or anxiety when I approach a red light at a deserted intersection. I decide it's a bit of both when Brittany takes the opportunity to lean completely over to suck lightly against the skin of my neck in the same rhythm she's pressing her knuckles against me. Relinquishing my death grip on the steering wheel, I reach one hand down to grab her wrist as the other tangles in her hair, pulling her up into a quick and dirty kiss.

Breathless, I pull away and squeeze her wrist in warning. "I will seriously kill us if you keep doing that. Give me 10 minutes, and I'll have us home where the only people I have to worry about killing are Quinn and Rachel if they don't leave the house right away."

The light turns green, and I press a quick apologetic kiss to her lips as I face forward and continue driving. Brittany rests her head on my shoulder for a few moments, holding my hand, and I smile as she presses her lips against my cheek before sitting back in her seat. "Okay, San. You're totally right. You need to drive."

"Just a few more minutes, and I can have you upstairs and out of that…oh my God." The entire end of my sentence is said on a breathless groan as, out of the corner of my eye, I see Brittany slide her blue silk dress up her thighs and part her legs in the space in front of her seat. "What are you doing?"

"I don't have to drive, and I can't wait any longer." Looking around quickly, I notice that we're the only car on this side street, so I slow down and look over at Brittany, my mouth dropping open as we make eye contact. I see her right hand dip under her dress as her left keeps the bulk of it bunched up around her thighs, and I look around the street again, slowing the car to an almost crawl. "I've been wet for you since you ordered our appetizers in Spanish."

I bite my lip and face forward, jerking the wheel to the left when I realize we're drifting toward the curb. I feel my stomach clench when she moans my name, the wet sounds of Brittany fucking herself causing me to grip the steering wheel even tighter. Even with my eyes forward, I can see her thigh muscles flexing in my peripheral vision as she moves against her own fingers, my name mixing in with every other moan, and suddenly, it's all too much.

"Pull over."

"What?"

"I mean I'm pulling over. Just wait a second." Making a quick decision, I hang a right between two stores, saying a silent thank you as I realize that both are closed for the night, putting the car into park next to the shadow of a dumpster.

"San, we're in an alley."

"I didn't know where else to pull over, and—" The rest of what I was going to say is cut off as Brittany unbuckles her seat belt, pushes the button to release mine, and climbs over the center console to straddle me. Ripping her coat off, Brittany tosses it into the backseat and places her hands against my shoulders. I can smell her wetness on her fingers, and I turn my head to suck on them as I reach down to frantically pull up my dress, cursing as my coat bunches up under Brittany.

"Britt, baby, this has to be quick." Looking around her tempting body, I spare a quick glance at the clock on the dashboard. "We told Quinn and Rachel we'd be home in about 10 minutes."

Pressing her knees wider against the door and center console, Brittany reaches down to shove my hand under her dress, using her other hand to move her thong to the side before reaching up to grip the headrest above my head. Leaning down, she brushes her breasts against me, pulling me into a kiss that's all teeth and tongue, only to pull back a few seconds later to groan out, "It's not going to take long."

Gripping Brittany's waist, I hold her steady as I slide my fingers quickly into her, closing my eyes against her moan. "Jesus, baby…you weren't kidding." Brittany's so wet against my fingers that it almost sounds obscene as she moves against me. Both of her hands are now above my head as she rides my hand, her hair falling in a curtain around my face. I press my thighs together for some relief as she takes her pleasure from me, moans and curses falling with every breath she exhales.

Dropping her forehead against mine, I can barely make out the blue of her eyes in the dark car as she arches her hips back and grinds against me, pressing in quick motions against my palm. Curling my fingers, I pump into Brittany as best I can, completely caught up in the sight and sound and smell of her. Without warning, her body stiffens, and she moans out her release into the quiet of the idling car, flooding my hand and trembling against my lap. I wrap my arm around Brittany's back and press her close to me, sympathetic pulsing clenching my stomach as the last of her orgasm kisses my fingertips.

Shifting against me, Brittany sits up a little bit so I can slide my fingers out of her. Her breath catches as she watches me lick her wetness from my fingers. Smiling, Brittany kisses me softly, breathing out a thank you against my lips before sitting up and reaching down to where my bunched up dress sits on my thighs.

"No, baby…it's okay. I'm okay." Brittany arches her eyebrow at me, and I grab her hands and hold them against my stomach. "Well, I'm not okay okay. I feel like I'm about to explode." I hold a little tighter when I feel her try to pull from my grasp so she can touch me. "But we have to get home, Britt. I promise you can have me any way you want once we're home."

Her grin is wicked as she nods her head in agreement, reaching out to brace herself to move back over into the passenger seat before looking back at me with a pout. "It was a lot sexier getting over here." I hear the center console creak dangerously as she makes her way over, falling a little ungracefully into the seat. Pulling her dress down, Brittany leans back and grabs her coat, wincing as her leg brushes against her door. "I think I bruised my knee."

Putting my seat back up, I pull my dress and coat down, biting my lip against the wetness I feel between my legs. Leaning over the console, I kiss Brittany gently for a few seconds, trying to temper down the passion that is tempting me to just pull us both into the backseat like we're back in high school. "I promise to kiss it and make it all better tonight, okay?"

As I buckle my seat belt, Brittany tucks my hair behind my ear and smiles at me when I look over at her. "Better than okay. It was totally worth it."

Putting the car into drive, I slowly back out of the alley and head back down the road towards our house, smiling as Brittany holds my hand in her lap.

Locking the door behind Rachel and Quinn, I turn off the lights in the living room and make my way to our bedroom. As I put my purse down on the nightstand, I dig around for my phone. "Britt, have you seen my phone? It's not in my purse."

"Yeah, you put it in your coat pocket when we left the restaurant. Do you want me to go get it from the closet?"

"No, that's okay. I'll get it in a little bit."

I exhale as Brittany comes up behind me and slowly pulls the zipper of my dress down, brushing her lips against the side of my neck as she bends me over the side of the bed. "Good. Because if I remember correctly, you did promise me a few things in the car earlier…"

Quinn rests her hand lightly on Rachel's thigh as she starts the car. Looking over at her, Quinn clears her throat. "So…should we tell Santana that she butt-dialed us?"

"God, no."

"Just making sure."