"Santana, can I come out yet?"
"Just a few more minutes," your muted voice comes through the closed door of the bathroom and I stop fidgeting against the countertop long enough to turn around and look at myself in the mirror.
We'd gotten dressed just enough to not scandalize the pizza delivery guy and while I paid him, you'd brought the toy into the bathroom to clean. You'd emerged from the bathroom, hands still wet, when you heard the guy complimenting my running shorts. I'm not sure what you mouthed to him over my shoulder but whatever it was earned me a handful of coupons and mumbled goodbye, his lack of eye contact prompting me to turn around to find you smiling widely at me. Wiping your hands on your yoga pants, you'd taken the pizza box from me and simply kissed me when I asked what just happened. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little bit of a turn on and I'd spent most of dinner indulging in thoughts of you taking me again with the strap-on. But, I did promise you that it would be my turn to use it on you and that's how I found myself, naked except for a short robe and the harness and toy, pushed into the bathroom with a kiss and request to stay in there until you were ready for me. At least 15 minutes had passed and with the exception of a few shuffling sounds, I hadn't heard a peep from you.
Deciding that I'd waited long enough, I reach out to grab the door handle only to have the door cracked open, your smiling face peering into the bathroom. "You're so impatient, Britt."
Stepping forward, I go to push on the door only to have your weight block it, your smile growing as I frown at you. "Santana...let me out of the bathroom. What are you doing?"
"I want you to close your eyes first."
Looking at you, I watch as your smile softens with your plea and I feel my heart rate kick up at the thought of what might be waiting for me in our bedroom. Dropping my hands to my sides, I smile back and close my eyes, feeling a shiver of anticipation roll over me as I hear the door open and feel you standing in front of me. Grabbing my hands you lead me out of the bathroom and after a few moments, you pull me to a stop, your hands going to the tie on my robe instead. "Okay, open your eyes."
Following your request, the first thing I become aware of are the dozens of candles you've spread around the room, their flickering light bringing a smile to my face. The second thing I become aware of is the pile of bedding sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, our bed stripped bare except for the sheet and a single pillow. Swallowing, I look over to find you watching me, your hands very slowly untying the sash around my robe.
"So, I had some time to think while I was in here before and it occurred to me that faking the dinner reservation wasn't a very nice thing to do, Britt."
Pouting, I go to speak only to have you press two fingers to my mouth, your other hand giving a final tug on the sash, the action parting my robe slightly. I keep my mouth closed, pursing my lips to kiss your fingertips before you remove them, both of your hands sliding between the robe and my shoulders. Pausing there, you step closer, your fingers slowly sliding the robe off my body as you rub your cheek along mine to whisper in my ear. "I think that you should have to make it up to me. What do you think?"
Nodding my head, I kick the fallen robe behind me and reach forward to touch you only to have you grab my hands and keep them pressed against my side, laughing softly as you take a step back. Helpless, I can only watch as you pull your t-shirt over your head and drop it next to the bed, your yoga pants quickly following until you stand naked in front of me. My eyes follow the candlelight as it plays across your body, your smile giving way to a smirk when I shuffle forward towards you, my hands going to grab your waist as I meet your gaze. "You're so beautiful."
"And you're very sweet." Once again, you take my hands in yours and hold them at my sides, leaning up to press a soft kiss to my mouth before stepping back. "But you still don't get to touch yet."
