Drive her home.

While Rebecca staggers to the restrooms, you raise your hand to signal the staff. Eventually a waiter appears out of the dim atmosphere, handing you the bill for your meal. You hastily pull a bunch of notes from your wallet and bring the lot to the counter at the entrance, where Rebecca is already waiting. She clasps your hand tightly as you exit the establishment, and you can't help but cast a glance back at the waiter at the counter. Was that a smirk he flashed at you just as you left? A throb in your pants reminds you that you've got bigger priorities.

The two of you silently bundle into your car, and you drive back home in almost deafening silence. Rebecca fidgets about in her seat, and you have an idea that she's trying her best not to jump you. You'd definitely rather be stroking her curves than the curves of your steering wheel.

Somehow you manage to drive back to your apartment complex without incident. Rebecca remains silent as you lead her to the elevator and take the ride up to your apartment, but as you retrieve your keys from your pocket you feel a hard grip on your groin. Shakily you fumble with the lock before entering your apartment, a little clumsily with Rebecca still awkwardly holding onto you. You barely lock the door behind you and kick both your shoes off before Rebecca pulls you by the collar with an almost feral need, dragging you in for a kiss. Relaxing a little, you welcome her invading tongue with some caresses of your own, tasting the wine and gravy scents mingled with her spit.

"I think," she gasps, finally separating from your face, with one hand grasping your shirt and the other on your groin. "It's time I had a closer look at your hardware."