Backlog: Date Night
Who: Santana and Lola
When: January 29th, 2019
Where: Santana and Lola’s apartment in Findlay and Toldeo, Ohio
What: A night out
Santana looked at her reflection in the mirror in the front hall of their apartment, pulling her dress snug against her body. “Someone looks good,” she murmured to herself. She ran over the night’s plans in her head: a short drive to Toledo, dinner at some vegan-friendly Indian restaurant, then dancing at a jazz club not too far from there. They hadn’t done this in a while, something Santana regretted, but if they kept putting off a night to themselves, they’d never get one. She was looking forward to tonight. Catching sight of the clock in the corner of the mirror, she cursed softly.
She left her heels by the door and walked through the apartment, closing her laptop as she passed it, pausing at the door to the bathroom. Glancing at the fresh flowers she’d grabbed on the way home, sitting on the table, she knocked gently on the closed bathroom door. “Hey, babe? Almost ready?”
Lola ran her fingers through her thick, straightened blonde hair and studied her appearance. It had been far too long since she’d been dressed up like this. She decided on her favorite black dress with light blue trim. People said it made her eyes look bluer and she guessed that was true. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Want me to go back into the living room? You could make a grand entrance, I could tell you how amazing you look, we could have a quickie before we leave...” Santana teased. She leaned her forehead against the door. “It’s kind of a drive, so we should probably get going.”
Rolling her eyes, Lola pulled the bathroom door open. “You mean if I don’t make a grand entrance, you’re not going to tell me that I look amazing or offer me that quickie?” She asked with a smirk.
“Wow,” Santana breathed out, awed. Lola was always gorgeous, no matter what she was wearing, but in that dress, with her hair done, she was something else. “You look... amazing.”
Her eyes moved over Santana’s lithe form before moving back to her gaze. “You look pretty amazing yourself.” Leaning forward slightly, she pressed a soft kiss to the other woman’s lips. “I’m not sure I want to leave now.”
Santana slid her hands along the silky fabric of Lola’s dress, linking her fingers at the small of Lola’s back as she leaned back in for another kiss. “Me either. But I made all these plans and I wanted to impress you...” She stole another kiss. “Oh.” She walked them backwards, into the living room, and reached for the flowers with one hand, keeping Lola close. “Ms. Princhek. These are for you.”
Lola grabbed the bouquet and brought them to her nose, sniffing the sweet fragrance. “These are beautiful. You really did go all out. Keep impressing me and you’ll definitely be getting lucky tonight,” Lola teased lightly. Truth be told, it was nice that they could get back to this place. That after two years, she could still feel like it was their first date.
“If I get lucky, I get lucky,” Santana murmured. “Tonight, though, is about you.” She kissed the corner of Lola’s mouth and pulled back, lifting Lola’s coat off the chair and holding it out for her. “Come on. Traffic towards Toledo is supposed to be a little heavier tonight.”
“Well, I’m ready. So, lead the way.” Lola stepped forward and slipped her arms into her coat, lifting her hair over the collar. She buttoned it up quickly and wrapped her soft wool scarf around her neck.
Santana pulled the door open and let Lola step into the hall before her, locking the door behind them. When they reached the parking lot, she smiled and opened the passenger side door. “M’Lady,” she teased, like she hadn’t on their first date. She had been too worried that Lola was going to change her mind and run back upstairs if she held the door open too long. Santana rounded the car and put the key in the ignition. “Buckle up,” she advised as she started the car.
Lola fastened her seatbelt and let her head fall back against the rest. “So, where are we going?” She asked as Santana pulled into traffic. She fiddled with the satellite radio before finding an easy listening station and turning the volume down so that they could talk.
“I told you, Toledo.” Santana took I-75 N and rested back in her seat, comfortable to follow the flow of traffic.
“But where in Toledo?” The blonde asked as she ran her fingers over Santana’s hand slowly.
Santana smirked and turned her hand over, catching Lola’s fingers and squeezing. “Surprise.”
“Can I guess?” Lola asked with a childish grin.
“If you want,” Santana said, laughing. “Ten dollars you’ll never get it.”
“I don’t have ten dollars.” Lola ran her thumb over the knuckles of Santana’s hand. “We can just bet a kiss?”
“Ten kisses or no deal,” Santana bargained. “Guess away.”
“Deal,” Lola agreed. “How many guesses do I get?”
Santana thought about it. Lola was usually decent at guessing things, so she didn’t want to give her fiancee too many chances. “Five.” She nodded. “Five chances, that’s it.”
Lola took a moment to consider the facts that she had. There was a lot she’d learned from reading books on crimes and psychology. “Well we’re clearly going to dinner. It’s that time of day and we wouldn’t need to get dressed up for any other reason. It’s a little early for a play on a Friday night. So...hmm...is the restaurant vegan or just vegan friendly?”
“Vegan-friendly,” Santana said, somewhat apologetic. “I looked as hard as I could, but Ohio isn’t known for catering to vegans.”
“I appreciate the effort. You’re a great fiancee,” Lola said as she leaned over and kissed Santana’s cheek. “Hmm...so that rules out all chain restaurants and steakhouses and Italian restaurants. Is it American food?”
Santana laughed. “Definitely not. Only 3 more guesses.”
Licking her dry lips as she thought, Lola shifted in her seat. “Is it spicy food?”
“Mhmm,” Santana hummed, taking the off ramp
Lola looked over at Santana and studied her face for a moment. “I don’t think it’s Spanish food of any kind. Definitely not Mexican or Carribean...is it Thai?”
“Why wouldn’t it be Spanish food?” She tried to recall the directions she’d read and looked at her exit signs, choosing one. “You’re right, though. Not Spanish. It’s not Mexican or Caribbean, either.”
“We’re not dressed for Spanish food? I don’t know. It’s just a feeling.” Lola shrugged and looked at the highway signs. “Plus, I’d already ruled those options out. I asked if it was Thai.”
Santana shook her head. “Not Thai either.” She took the turn the uDrive, silent and turned away from Lola so the blonde couldn’t see the screen, instructed her to. “Two guesses left.”
“Hmm...is it Vietnamese or Moroccan ?” Lola asked, getting the feeling that she was close.
“Neither,” Santana said, distracted. She took her hand from Lola’s and put it back on the steering wheel as she maneuvered the car around a small accident on the side of the road.
“Does that last one count as one guess or two?” Blue eyes followed the accident, trying to see if anyone had been hurt, but it appeared that both parties were fine.
Santana let her hand fall off the steering wheel again and found Lola’s hand right where she left it, lacing their fingers back together. “Depends. If it counts as two, I win. If it counts as one, you still have one guess left.” She pretended to think about it. “Counts as two. I win. You owe me kisses.”
“I can live with that. I owe you kisses, but I get to pick where I kiss you,” Lola answered with a smirk. Tonight was going to be fun.
Santana smirked back. “I can live with that,” she echoed. She spotted their restaurant ahead and nodded her head in the direction of the Indian Jewel of Toldeo. “The name’s a little cheesy, but their vegan friendly, so... here we are,” she said as pulled into the parking lot.
Lola leaned across the center panel, pressing a kiss to Santana’s lips before pulling back. “Well, I love Indian food. So, I’m sure it will be amazing just like you.” She squeezed the other woman’s hand. “Come on. I’m starving.”
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Santana opened the door and let Lola step out of the restaurant before her. She grabbed the blonde’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Good?” she asked, kissing her way down Lola’s jaw to the corner of her mouth.
Shivering, Lola turned her head just to the right and captured Santana’s lips. “Delicious,” she murmured against the other woman’s lips. “The food was good too.”
“It was.” Santana slid her hands around Lola’s waist and tugged her closer, feeling Lola’s whole body against her. “You are too,” she said, kissing Lola a little harder.
Lola nipped her bottom lip. “So, do I get to have you for dessert?” She husked as Santana’s hand moved over the small of her back.
Santana’s hand grazed over the curve of Lola’s ass “Yeah,” she whispered back. “If you want me.”
Moaning softly, Lola squeezed Santana’s upper arms, pressing closer. “I always want you. So, does this mean our date is over?”
“Christ,” Santana cursed under her breath, leaning her head back to take a deep breath. “No,” she said, almost apologetically. “I’ve got one more surprise.” She leaned back in and grazed her teeth against the shell of Lola’s ear. “But we can make out in the car for a bit if you want.”
Lola let out a throaty chuckle and shook her head. “No, I want to see my surprise.” She took a step back, letting the cold night air cool her libido.
Santana shook her head slowly, smiling. “If you insist.” She stole one last kiss and started towards the car, opening Lola’s door once they got there and closing it once the blonde was inside. “It’s not a far drive from here. I hope you’re ready.”
Grinning like a little girl, Lola nodded. “I am. What is it?” She asked, bouncing slightly in her seat.
“You know, for someone who knows words fairly well, you really don’t know the meaning of the word surprise, do you?” Santana teased. She grinned at Lola’s excitement, a rush of warmth going through her. This was nice. This was better than nice. This was perfect.
“Are you questioning my skills in wordsmithery? I understand the concept of surprises. It is you that does not understand that once someone tells you they have a surprise for you, you are then obligated to ask what said surprise is and badger them until they tell or you receive the aforementioned surprise.” Lola smirked as she finished her diatribe and then poked her tongue out at her fiancee.
Santana leaned over the console and kissed Lola, letting her tongue graze across the tip of Lola’s. “Baby, you just made up a word to tell me how great at words you are.” She leaned back in her seat and merged into traffic. “Just wait and you’ll see. We’ll be there before you know it.”
“I made up a word because I know how linguistic intelligence turns you on.” The blonde ran her fingers over Santana’s upper thigh to emphasize her words.
“You turn me on,” Santana said, barely resisting the urge to shiver under Lola’s touch.
“Do you think I’ll still turn you on twenty years from now?” Lola asked, letting her fingers slip to the inside of Santana’s leg.
Santana’s breath caught in her throat. “I’m, I’m sure,” she managed to get out.
Giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, Lola pulled away. “Good. I hope so.”
“God damn you, woman,” Santana breathed out. “You’re going to kill me.” She took another turn and smiled. “Here we are: Murphey’s Place Jazz Club. A really good band is supposed to be playing tonight.”
“Jazz? We haven’t been out dancing in...I can’t remember the last time we went. This is great.” Lola unfastened her seatbelt and reached for her door handle. “Should I wait for you to open it?”
Santana rolled her eyes. “Smartass. You can open your own door, just for that.” She got out and waited in front of car, tapping her heel against the pavement, resisting the urge to open the door. She couldn’t explain the urge. It just felt... powerful. And like she was needed.
Lola sat in the car and waited patiently for Santana to open the door. She kept reaching for the handle, but stopping just shy of the door.
Grinning as Lola just sat in the car, Santana gave it another moment before sighing dramatically and opening the door. She offered her hand. “May I?”
Placing her hand in Santana’s, Lola turned her legs to the side first, standing from the car gracefully. “You may. You’re such a gentleman.”
Santana trapped Lola against the car. “I’m not much of a gentleman,” she husked, trailing her hand up Lola’s thigh.
“San...” Lola gasped as arousal moved through her. “You’re so bad.”
Santana’s hand slid higher up Lola’s thigh, fisting the material of her dress. “But I’m really good at being bad. Like, really good.” She leaned her forehead against Lola’s. “We don’t have to go dancing. We can get in the car and I can make the forty-five minute drive a half an hour, at most. Your call.”
Lola bit her bottom lip as she tried to decide. She really just wanted to suggest a quickie in the backseat because she didn’t even think she’d make it the thirty minutes, but tonight was supposed to be about reconnecting. “We should go inside,” she said slowly, as the part of her anatomy with a mind of its own screamed in protest. “Waiting will make it better, right?”
Santana groaned and dropped her (what) to Lola’s shoulder, slowly letting her fist relax and Lola’s dress fall back into place. “Right,” she murmured against Lola’s skin. She straightened up and smiled shakily, trying to calm herself down. “Come on, hot stuff. We haven’t danced in a while. I might have to show you again how it’s done.”
“Please,” Lola replied, grabbing Santana’s hand. “I might not have been a cheerleader, but I know how to move my body.”
“Well, here’s your chance to prove it,” Santana said as they checked their coats and sat down at a small table just off the dance floor. She liked places like this - smokey, dimly light, sleezy-looking without the threat of someone hitting on them. “Want a drink?” she asked as the waitress came over to take their order.
“Sure, I think I’d like a bay breeze.” Lola didn’t drink too often. She tried to maintain a healthy diet, but tonight was special.
“Make that two, please,” Santana directed at the waitress. She watched a few couples dancing around them, the live band on stage really playing their heart out, and figured they could get in a dance before their drinks got to the table. She stood and offered Lola her hand again. “Come on.”
Lola stood and followed Santana onto the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around the other woman’s neck and moved into her, letting her hips sway in time with the music.
Santana rested her hands on Lola’s hips and let the other woman’s motions move her. “Maybe you’re better than I remember you being,” she murmured into Lola’s ear. She stepped in closer and the beat picked up.
“Maybe you never actually focused on the dancing before. As I remember it, we’ve never danced for very long,” Lola whispered back, letting her lips move over Santana’s neck.
“We were dancing. Just not this kind of dance.” Santana slid her hands up Lola’s back and wrapped a strand of straight, blonde hair in her hand, twisting it around her finger.
“Which kind do you prefer?” Lola’s fingers settled around Santana’s waist and she stroked the fabric distractedly.
Santana arched into Lola’s body, away from the tickling fingers. “Either. I like this. This is nice.”
Lola rested her head on Santana’s shoulder, just letting her boy move in time with her fiancee’s. “Yeah, this is nice.”
When: January 29th, 2019
Where: Santana and Lola’s apartment in Findlay and Toldeo, Ohio
What: A night out
Santana looked at her reflection in the mirror in the front hall of their apartment, pulling her dress snug against her body. “Someone looks good,” she murmured to herself. She ran over the night’s plans in her head: a short drive to Toledo, dinner at some vegan-friendly Indian restaurant, then dancing at a jazz club not too far from there. They hadn’t done this in a while, something Santana regretted, but if they kept putting off a night to themselves, they’d never get one. She was looking forward to tonight. Catching sight of the clock in the corner of the mirror, she cursed softly.
She left her heels by the door and walked through the apartment, closing her laptop as she passed it, pausing at the door to the bathroom. Glancing at the fresh flowers she’d grabbed on the way home, sitting on the table, she knocked gently on the closed bathroom door. “Hey, babe? Almost ready?”
Lola ran her fingers through her thick, straightened blonde hair and studied her appearance. It had been far too long since she’d been dressed up like this. She decided on her favorite black dress with light blue trim. People said it made her eyes look bluer and she guessed that was true. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Want me to go back into the living room? You could make a grand entrance, I could tell you how amazing you look, we could have a quickie before we leave...” Santana teased. She leaned her forehead against the door. “It’s kind of a drive, so we should probably get going.”
Rolling her eyes, Lola pulled the bathroom door open. “You mean if I don’t make a grand entrance, you’re not going to tell me that I look amazing or offer me that quickie?” She asked with a smirk.
“Wow,” Santana breathed out, awed. Lola was always gorgeous, no matter what she was wearing, but in that dress, with her hair done, she was something else. “You look... amazing.”
Her eyes moved over Santana’s lithe form before moving back to her gaze. “You look pretty amazing yourself.” Leaning forward slightly, she pressed a soft kiss to the other woman’s lips. “I’m not sure I want to leave now.”
Santana slid her hands along the silky fabric of Lola’s dress, linking her fingers at the small of Lola’s back as she leaned back in for another kiss. “Me either. But I made all these plans and I wanted to impress you...” She stole another kiss. “Oh.” She walked them backwards, into the living room, and reached for the flowers with one hand, keeping Lola close. “Ms. Princhek. These are for you.”
Lola grabbed the bouquet and brought them to her nose, sniffing the sweet fragrance. “These are beautiful. You really did go all out. Keep impressing me and you’ll definitely be getting lucky tonight,” Lola teased lightly. Truth be told, it was nice that they could get back to this place. That after two years, she could still feel like it was their first date.
“If I get lucky, I get lucky,” Santana murmured. “Tonight, though, is about you.” She kissed the corner of Lola’s mouth and pulled back, lifting Lola’s coat off the chair and holding it out for her. “Come on. Traffic towards Toledo is supposed to be a little heavier tonight.”
“Well, I’m ready. So, lead the way.” Lola stepped forward and slipped her arms into her coat, lifting her hair over the collar. She buttoned it up quickly and wrapped her soft wool scarf around her neck.
Santana pulled the door open and let Lola step into the hall before her, locking the door behind them. When they reached the parking lot, she smiled and opened the passenger side door. “M’Lady,” she teased, like she hadn’t on their first date. She had been too worried that Lola was going to change her mind and run back upstairs if she held the door open too long. Santana rounded the car and put the key in the ignition. “Buckle up,” she advised as she started the car.
Lola fastened her seatbelt and let her head fall back against the rest. “So, where are we going?” She asked as Santana pulled into traffic. She fiddled with the satellite radio before finding an easy listening station and turning the volume down so that they could talk.
“I told you, Toledo.” Santana took I-75 N and rested back in her seat, comfortable to follow the flow of traffic.
“But where in Toledo?” The blonde asked as she ran her fingers over Santana’s hand slowly.
Santana smirked and turned her hand over, catching Lola’s fingers and squeezing. “Surprise.”
“Can I guess?” Lola asked with a childish grin.
“If you want,” Santana said, laughing. “Ten dollars you’ll never get it.”
“I don’t have ten dollars.” Lola ran her thumb over the knuckles of Santana’s hand. “We can just bet a kiss?”
“Ten kisses or no deal,” Santana bargained. “Guess away.”
“Deal,” Lola agreed. “How many guesses do I get?”
Santana thought about it. Lola was usually decent at guessing things, so she didn’t want to give her fiancee too many chances. “Five.” She nodded. “Five chances, that’s it.”
Lola took a moment to consider the facts that she had. There was a lot she’d learned from reading books on crimes and psychology. “Well we’re clearly going to dinner. It’s that time of day and we wouldn’t need to get dressed up for any other reason. It’s a little early for a play on a Friday night. So...hmm...is the restaurant vegan or just vegan friendly?”
“Vegan-friendly,” Santana said, somewhat apologetic. “I looked as hard as I could, but Ohio isn’t known for catering to vegans.”
“I appreciate the effort. You’re a great fiancee,” Lola said as she leaned over and kissed Santana’s cheek. “Hmm...so that rules out all chain restaurants and steakhouses and Italian restaurants. Is it American food?”
Santana laughed. “Definitely not. Only 3 more guesses.”
Licking her dry lips as she thought, Lola shifted in her seat. “Is it spicy food?”
“Mhmm,” Santana hummed, taking the off ramp
Lola looked over at Santana and studied her face for a moment. “I don’t think it’s Spanish food of any kind. Definitely not Mexican or Carribean...is it Thai?”
“Why wouldn’t it be Spanish food?” She tried to recall the directions she’d read and looked at her exit signs, choosing one. “You’re right, though. Not Spanish. It’s not Mexican or Caribbean, either.”
“We’re not dressed for Spanish food? I don’t know. It’s just a feeling.” Lola shrugged and looked at the highway signs. “Plus, I’d already ruled those options out. I asked if it was Thai.”
Santana shook her head. “Not Thai either.” She took the turn the uDrive, silent and turned away from Lola so the blonde couldn’t see the screen, instructed her to. “Two guesses left.”
“Hmm...is it Vietnamese or Moroccan ?” Lola asked, getting the feeling that she was close.
“Neither,” Santana said, distracted. She took her hand from Lola’s and put it back on the steering wheel as she maneuvered the car around a small accident on the side of the road.
“Does that last one count as one guess or two?” Blue eyes followed the accident, trying to see if anyone had been hurt, but it appeared that both parties were fine.
Santana let her hand fall off the steering wheel again and found Lola’s hand right where she left it, lacing their fingers back together. “Depends. If it counts as two, I win. If it counts as one, you still have one guess left.” She pretended to think about it. “Counts as two. I win. You owe me kisses.”
“I can live with that. I owe you kisses, but I get to pick where I kiss you,” Lola answered with a smirk. Tonight was going to be fun.
Santana smirked back. “I can live with that,” she echoed. She spotted their restaurant ahead and nodded her head in the direction of the Indian Jewel of Toldeo. “The name’s a little cheesy, but their vegan friendly, so... here we are,” she said as pulled into the parking lot.
Lola leaned across the center panel, pressing a kiss to Santana’s lips before pulling back. “Well, I love Indian food. So, I’m sure it will be amazing just like you.” She squeezed the other woman’s hand. “Come on. I’m starving.”
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Santana opened the door and let Lola step out of the restaurant before her. She grabbed the blonde’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Good?” she asked, kissing her way down Lola’s jaw to the corner of her mouth.
Shivering, Lola turned her head just to the right and captured Santana’s lips. “Delicious,” she murmured against the other woman’s lips. “The food was good too.”
“It was.” Santana slid her hands around Lola’s waist and tugged her closer, feeling Lola’s whole body against her. “You are too,” she said, kissing Lola a little harder.
Lola nipped her bottom lip. “So, do I get to have you for dessert?” She husked as Santana’s hand moved over the small of her back.
Santana’s hand grazed over the curve of Lola’s ass “Yeah,” she whispered back. “If you want me.”
Moaning softly, Lola squeezed Santana’s upper arms, pressing closer. “I always want you. So, does this mean our date is over?”
“Christ,” Santana cursed under her breath, leaning her head back to take a deep breath. “No,” she said, almost apologetically. “I’ve got one more surprise.” She leaned back in and grazed her teeth against the shell of Lola’s ear. “But we can make out in the car for a bit if you want.”
Lola let out a throaty chuckle and shook her head. “No, I want to see my surprise.” She took a step back, letting the cold night air cool her libido.
Santana shook her head slowly, smiling. “If you insist.” She stole one last kiss and started towards the car, opening Lola’s door once they got there and closing it once the blonde was inside. “It’s not a far drive from here. I hope you’re ready.”
Grinning like a little girl, Lola nodded. “I am. What is it?” She asked, bouncing slightly in her seat.
“You know, for someone who knows words fairly well, you really don’t know the meaning of the word surprise, do you?” Santana teased. She grinned at Lola’s excitement, a rush of warmth going through her. This was nice. This was better than nice. This was perfect.
“Are you questioning my skills in wordsmithery? I understand the concept of surprises. It is you that does not understand that once someone tells you they have a surprise for you, you are then obligated to ask what said surprise is and badger them until they tell or you receive the aforementioned surprise.” Lola smirked as she finished her diatribe and then poked her tongue out at her fiancee.
Santana leaned over the console and kissed Lola, letting her tongue graze across the tip of Lola’s. “Baby, you just made up a word to tell me how great at words you are.” She leaned back in her seat and merged into traffic. “Just wait and you’ll see. We’ll be there before you know it.”
“I made up a word because I know how linguistic intelligence turns you on.” The blonde ran her fingers over Santana’s upper thigh to emphasize her words.
“You turn me on,” Santana said, barely resisting the urge to shiver under Lola’s touch.
“Do you think I’ll still turn you on twenty years from now?” Lola asked, letting her fingers slip to the inside of Santana’s leg.
Santana’s breath caught in her throat. “I’m, I’m sure,” she managed to get out.
Giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, Lola pulled away. “Good. I hope so.”
“God damn you, woman,” Santana breathed out. “You’re going to kill me.” She took another turn and smiled. “Here we are: Murphey’s Place Jazz Club. A really good band is supposed to be playing tonight.”
“Jazz? We haven’t been out dancing in...I can’t remember the last time we went. This is great.” Lola unfastened her seatbelt and reached for her door handle. “Should I wait for you to open it?”
Santana rolled her eyes. “Smartass. You can open your own door, just for that.” She got out and waited in front of car, tapping her heel against the pavement, resisting the urge to open the door. She couldn’t explain the urge. It just felt... powerful. And like she was needed.
Lola sat in the car and waited patiently for Santana to open the door. She kept reaching for the handle, but stopping just shy of the door.
Grinning as Lola just sat in the car, Santana gave it another moment before sighing dramatically and opening the door. She offered her hand. “May I?”
Placing her hand in Santana’s, Lola turned her legs to the side first, standing from the car gracefully. “You may. You’re such a gentleman.”
Santana trapped Lola against the car. “I’m not much of a gentleman,” she husked, trailing her hand up Lola’s thigh.
“San...” Lola gasped as arousal moved through her. “You’re so bad.”
Santana’s hand slid higher up Lola’s thigh, fisting the material of her dress. “But I’m really good at being bad. Like, really good.” She leaned her forehead against Lola’s. “We don’t have to go dancing. We can get in the car and I can make the forty-five minute drive a half an hour, at most. Your call.”
Lola bit her bottom lip as she tried to decide. She really just wanted to suggest a quickie in the backseat because she didn’t even think she’d make it the thirty minutes, but tonight was supposed to be about reconnecting. “We should go inside,” she said slowly, as the part of her anatomy with a mind of its own screamed in protest. “Waiting will make it better, right?”
Santana groaned and dropped her (what) to Lola’s shoulder, slowly letting her fist relax and Lola’s dress fall back into place. “Right,” she murmured against Lola’s skin. She straightened up and smiled shakily, trying to calm herself down. “Come on, hot stuff. We haven’t danced in a while. I might have to show you again how it’s done.”
“Please,” Lola replied, grabbing Santana’s hand. “I might not have been a cheerleader, but I know how to move my body.”
“Well, here’s your chance to prove it,” Santana said as they checked their coats and sat down at a small table just off the dance floor. She liked places like this - smokey, dimly light, sleezy-looking without the threat of someone hitting on them. “Want a drink?” she asked as the waitress came over to take their order.
“Sure, I think I’d like a bay breeze.” Lola didn’t drink too often. She tried to maintain a healthy diet, but tonight was special.
“Make that two, please,” Santana directed at the waitress. She watched a few couples dancing around them, the live band on stage really playing their heart out, and figured they could get in a dance before their drinks got to the table. She stood and offered Lola her hand again. “Come on.”
Lola stood and followed Santana onto the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around the other woman’s neck and moved into her, letting her hips sway in time with the music.
Santana rested her hands on Lola’s hips and let the other woman’s motions move her. “Maybe you’re better than I remember you being,” she murmured into Lola’s ear. She stepped in closer and the beat picked up.
“Maybe you never actually focused on the dancing before. As I remember it, we’ve never danced for very long,” Lola whispered back, letting her lips move over Santana’s neck.
“We were dancing. Just not this kind of dance.” Santana slid her hands up Lola’s back and wrapped a strand of straight, blonde hair in her hand, twisting it around her finger.
“Which kind do you prefer?” Lola’s fingers settled around Santana’s waist and she stroked the fabric distractedly.
Santana arched into Lola’s body, away from the tickling fingers. “Either. I like this. This is nice.”
Lola rested her head on Santana’s shoulder, just letting her boy move in time with her fiancee’s. “Yeah, this is nice.”