One Shot: Drake on Elle ★ Nicki on Ellen

Special thanks to: @MinajFanDetroit and @BriLovesNM. ^_^

Drake's Elle Interveiw:

"So Drake, I'm glad you could make it. Let's get started, shall we?"

"I'm glad I could be here. Thanks for havin me. I appreciate it *smile*"

"Alright. So now that you're on the road and you're touring, working on your new album. How does it feel? Being... alone?"

"When you're on the road and moving city to city, when someone isn't there at the end of the night, you feel empty. The 15 or 20 seconds after a man reaches his climax is the realest moment he'll ever have in his life. And if you happen to be with somebody that isn't someone you want to converse with, you start feeling like, I wish I was just here watching True Blood by myself."

"Hahaha, I see you're a fan of the show too. I can't get enough of it. Haha, now speaking of being with somebody, what was that whole Twitter marriage with you and Nicki Minaj about? Were you guys just pretending? Playing a little joke on the media? What was that?"

"I don't know if we were really pretending. I'd marry Nicki. I think Nicki would be one of the only people that would understand me at the end of all of this and be able to love me."

"Oohh, wooow. *grin* I hope she hears about this then, huh? Haha, I suppose we should be expecting a wedding soon. That'd be pretty intense I bet. Your parents and her parents. Your families. Hahaha, has she met mom? Has any girl met mom?"

"The most intense thing I've ever done was bring a girl to Passover dinner. My mom just wants me to be happy, but I'm sure she'd love it if I married a Jewish girl."

"Mom seems pretty traditional. I can respect that. *flips through index cards* We're going to switch topics really quick. I wanna touch on as much as I can."

"Hahaha. Pauz as Nic would say. *smile*"

"Nic?"

"Oh yea, Nicki Minaj. Thas what I call her. She's Nic."

"Pet names already? Hahaha, and what might she call you?"

"Hahahaha, oh wow. *adjusts self in seat* Naw, no pet names. She jus calls me Drake. Haha."

"Haha, ok. Back to the cue cards then. *shuffles them* Oh. Here's a good one. What's your take on nude photos? Do you send them? Ask for them? How often does Drake get naked pictures sent his way?"

"If you send them without me asking, it's like, You've done this before. But I'm away a lot. If there's a woman I'm into, I might want to get a picture from her to handle business myself, as opposed to doing something I might regret."

"That's not too surprising. You don't seem like the kind of guy to sext."

"Hahaha! I didn't say that. I jus don't send pictures. Thas jus somethin I personally don't do."

"Haha, what else doesn't Drake do? Have you ever been in a threesome?"

"Oh wow, you right on time with those questions aren't you? Haha. I've never had one. I swear. I'm a one-woman kind of guy."

"You're a different kind of man and I adore that. Most rappers I've interviewed have had millions. I'm scared to see their track records."

"Hahaha. I'm a different kinda rapper. It's jus who I am. I only need one girl in the world."

"It's strange you say that because this next question is about the only girl in the world. Rihanna. What happened between you and her? I don't wanna delve into it too much because I respect you, but this is my job and someone has to ask these questions so I'll go light. How'd it feel when she..."

"I don't mean to cut you off, but I know what you're getting at so I'll jus go 'head and answer. *clears throat, sits up* At the time it hurt, but she didn't mean to. I'll never put that on her. I was hurt because I slowly started to realize what it was. I guess I thought it was more. That was the first girl with any fame that paid me any mind. You spend days reading about this person in magazines. All of a sudden you have this number-one song and you're at some birthday party and there she is. And you're just some naive kid from Toronto staying in some shitty-ass hotel who got invited to this party on a whim. That's just how it happened."

"Sorry to hear that."

"No need for apology. It's all in the past now. I'm jus lookin to move forward with my life."

"Smart decision *smile* Well it looks like that's all the time we have. I see your manager over there giving me the signal. Haha."

"Tez ain't nobody, hahaha. But I prolly should get going. I have a show later."

"Alright then. It was a pleasure interveiwing you. *stands up* Thank you."

"*stands* No, thank you. *shakes hand*"

Nicki after Ellen:

"Oh my God Safaree! Did you see her?! She was so excited! I'm surprised I didn't cry cuz you know me! *opens car door* and Rosie?! Her liddle hypegirl was too cute! She seemed a bit shy, but I loved them both. Ellen is so amazing. *buckles seat belt*"

"That was luuug! Ellen is my dog. And those kids were happy as fuck. That Sophie girl almost had a conniption. Screamin nd shit."

"Hahahaha!! Her name's Sophia you buffoon! Sophia Grace Brownlie. Rememba dat!"

"No need. *buckles seat belt* Rosie's the real star. She too cool to give a damn. Real tough guy jus like me. We boss."

"Shut up Safaree. *pulls off*"

At an interview:

"So Nicki, it was a pleasure having you, but before you go, I wanna know if you've seen this? *hands her Elle mag* read the pink highlighted part."

"Mkay..." As Nicki read, her eyes grew wide. A smile peeked across her face as she tried her best not to let it show. She looked up and handed the magazine back.

"So what do you have to say about that Ms. Minaj?"

Nicki smirked and took a minute to think. Another smile spread itself on her lips and quickly faded. "Drake... he's such a character. Hahaha, you can't take anything he says seriously."

"So he's lying?"

Nicki got quiet. "Well... I don't know. It's Drake *shrugs* Haha, I can't answer that. I mean, he's definitely not a liar, but he plays a lot. We both do. It's jus the kind of relationship we have. He knows I love'm like a brother. I like playing with him."

The interviewer gave her a look. Nicki quickly caught herself.

"PAUZ! Hahahahaha!! I'm sorry. Pauz that please."

"Hahaha, consider it paused. You've been an amazing guest Nicki.  You really have. My favorite thus far. You're so sweet and polite."

"Awww, thank you. You're so cute!"

The interviewer blushed. "Haha, thanks Nicki. I hope we meet again."

"Me too."

They both stood up and Nicki hugged him. She then walked out to her Bentley with SB on her heels. It was nearly lunch time and they were both starving so she drove to get something to eat. They arrived at the Cheesecake Factory and were immediately guided to their booth. Nicki had been thinkin about what Drake said about her. She thought it was cute and silly, nothing more. But yet, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Nicki shook it off and picked up her menu. She flipped through it while Safaree ate most of the appetizers. That familiar thought soon came crawling back up to her mind. Nicki decided to BBM Drake.

Hey you. So when r we getting married?

Nicki waited six minutes until her phone buzzed.

Lol, u read that?

Yea, news travels fast 'round these parts ;)

U rite. And as soon as I get my tux out the cleaners we can go, you got ya dress rite?

LOL! Stop playin wit me boy. Wyd?

On my way 2 sound check. I have a show around 8 2nite. This is a long ass ride. Wyd?

Eating with SB. BBM'ing u. Havin a busy day nd all I wanna do is relax. Where's the show?

LA. I'm there til 2maro 

Nicki perked up. Safaree glanced at her while gnawing on a buffalo wing, but she paid him no mind. 

You're here?! Omg, cum c me! I'm at the Cheesecake Factory dwntwn!

Haha, I'd love to. But you're forgetting I have a show.

Oh shit... Lol, that's rite :/ Well I'll cum c u then? After the show? I'm not doin anything later. And I kinda sorta miss ya

Hahaha, u miss me? Thas wussup.

Nicki sucked her teeth. "This nigga..."

Dn't get cocky. You kno I haven't seen you in like 2mos. I cn't miss mi family?

It's cool cuz I miss u to.

Ard nw, dn't get weird on me Drake, lol. BBM me when ur shows over so we can hang, but pls, leave the slutty girls at the show k? Thanx. :)

I didn't plan on havin company 2nite anyway. You're the only exception.

:p

Nicki placed her blackberry on the table and the waiter was right there to take their orders. After they ate, Nic and SB headed to her apartment in downtown LA instead of her house in the hills. Safaree decided to take his Ferrari for a spin while Nic freshened up a bit. Before she knew it, Drake was texting her back with directions to where he was. Nicki called Safaree and told him she was going to go see him for a while then she left.

At Drake's:

*Diiing, Dooong!!!*

Drake walked to his intercom and hit the buzzer. He already knew it was Nic because she texted him before she stepped foot out of her car. About five minutes later, Nicki made it all the way up to the penthouse.

*knock knock*

Drake smoothly opened the door. Nicki stood there with a shy smile. She wiggled her fingers at him and he smiled.

"Hey Nic. Glad you came." He let her in, closing the door behind her. "Gimme a hug. I missed you girl."

Nicki grinned and held her arms out wide. "And you think I haven't missed you?! You better get over here."

They both embraced with giggles. They let go and Nicki looked around his apartment. "This is really pretty Drake." She allowed herself to go on a tour; walking slowly with her fingertips unknowingly grazing the walls. She passed the pictures of Princess Diana, Alicia Keys and Aaliyah then wandered into the kitchen. Dying orchids decorated Drake's island sink. She touched a leaf and the brittle petal fell to the counter.

"Drake? How you gon let flowers this pretty die?"

He giggled with a shrug. "Come on. We're done in here. Lets go sit in the living room." Nicki followed him as he led the way. They both sat on his leather couch. The room was dark, only lit by vanilla scented candles. The flames flickered in the dark, illuminating their faces.

"Drake? Why is it all romantical in here? You're not tryin to seduce me are you?"

"Hahaha! No?! I jus like it like this." He smiled. "It's nice and quiet. Perfect for me."

"You've always been so weird."

"Haha, yea.... you thirsty?"

"Not really, but if you're getting something I might as well. But nothing heavy though. Maybe jus some Mascoto."

Drake got up to go in the kitchen. He came back minutes later with two wine glasses. Nicki's pink mascoto and his pinot grigio and club soda with ice. He handed her her glass then sat down next to her.
"So miss Nicki, tell me about yourself. How you been? *sips wine*"

She smiled. "Well hubby, I've been fine. Thanks for asking. Currently working on my sophomore album and I jus did a few features for a few people. Jus been busy I guess."

"Haha, I like how you called me hubby. Cute. And I'm happy to hear you got a lot goin on. I heard you nominated for somethin wit the AMA's?"

"Yup! Nominated for best..." Nicki scrunched her face up trying to remember. "Ugh, I can't quite remember, but I know it's like two categories or something." Nicki sipped her wine.

"Nice. I'm proud of you Nic. I really am."

Nicki smiled. "Thank you Drake." She sat her glass on the trunk in front of her. "Um... why do you have a trunk for a coffee table?"

"Cuz *sips wine* it's rustic. I like it."

Nicki rolled her eyes and adjusted her twisted bandeau top. She caught Drake's eyes wandering.

"Don't stare. It's rude."

"Sorry, but you're the one wearing the bra. If you didn't want people staring, you wouldn't've put it on."

Nicki sucked her teeth and playfully punched him in the knee. "Hahaha, Shut up."

Drake half smiled and leaned back on the couch. He closed his eyes for a minute and yawned.

"I guess I should go since you're all tired." Nicki motioned to stand, but Drake grabbed her arm.

"No, don't go. You jus got here. I'm not goin to sleep yet."

Nicki sat back down. "Ok."

The two talked for a while, catching up on each others lives. Nicki's mind wandered as he spoke. She started thinking about his Elle mag interview again. She drifted in and out, adding to the conversation and agreeing. Nicki finally decided to seriously ask him about it. 

"Drake? Um... I can't stop thinkin about this... this thing, so I'm jus gonna get it off my chest now."

"What is it?"

"I know it may sound silly, but it's about that interview you did with Elle... Did you mean what you said? About the whole you'd marry me thing?"

Drake sat up, placing his wine glass on the makeshift coffee table. "Of course I meant that. I always mean what I say about you Nic."

"I know, but I jus thought you were kidding. You know how you play."

"Naw... I wasn't playin..."

The air in the room softened. It was quiet, warm and comfortable. They both looked at each other wondering if they were on the same page. Nicki scooted closer to him.

"So you did mean that.... it... wasn't a joke..."

"Yea.... I meant that.... every word..."
He placed a hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

"I really care about you Nic. I'm not jus sayin that either. I know you think I jus have a small crush on you, but to me it's more than that. I don't wanna scare you away with these words I'm bout to say, but I want you to know I can honestly see myself with you. I'm glad we're friends cuz in this business it's hard to call jus anybody ya friend. You can barely trust the people in this industry, but I trust you. You're a real, sweet genuine person. You're smart, you have a huge heart and you're easy to talk to. Very open-minded and you don't give a damn who thinks what about you. You're strong, tough skinned and you're determined. I love that about you." He scooted closer.

"Wow Drake... I knew you liked me, but I never knew you felt all that."

"Feel... feel all that. I still like you. I'll never stop. Im jus waiting on you. I'll be here when you're ready."

"You're like the best person ever. You don't give up no matter how impossible something seems... I respect that. You're very driven."

"If I'm driven then you must be the chauffeur... you take the wheel and you don't allow life to drive you crazy. You're so in control of your life."

Nicki smiled causing him to grin. Drake looked at her, squinting his eyes and leaning in.

"You got a lil somethin right..." He touched the side of her face, placing his thumb on her bottom lip. "there..." He kissed her. Nicki was a bit startled causing her to jump. When he pulled away, she sat there looking at him with wide eyes. She wanted to speak. Her lips were trying to open, but no words were forming. Drake leaned in once more and kissed her again. Nicki put her hands on his chest to push him away, but she didn't. She held them there. Drake pulled back.

"You like that?" He whispered against her lips, his hand inching up her thigh.

"Drake.... I really don't think we should-"

He kissed her again.

"Should what?"

"Stop. We shouldn't be-"

Drake kissed her once more, with tongue this time. Nicki didn't pull away. She kissed him back.

"What shouldn't we do Nicki?"

"Stop... we shouldn't stop..." Nicki held his face in her hands with his tongue in her mouth. Drake's hand was on her upper thigh. He caressed her there, gently rubbing his soft fingers across her skin. He got bold and moved his hand lower. Drake swiped his thumb over Nicki's privates. Her response didn't show on the outside, but on the inside her heart was beating outrageously fast. Her stomach tightened sending the butterflies free. They aimlessly fluttered around inside her. Nicki opened her legs a little, giving Drake more access. He swiped his thumb over her clit again. This time Nicki let out a small breath. Drake kissed her cheek then moved down to her neck. He took two fingers and slid them over her jewels; he held them there.

"You gon let me do that to you?" He whispered in her ear.

"Mmm.... yes..." She breathed.

Drake began rubbing her in circular motions. Nicki bit her lip with furrowed brows. She held on to the back of his head while he kissed her neck. Drake could feel her starting to moisten through her panties. He ran his other hand up her skirt and pulled them down to her knees.

"Can I take these off?"

Nicki nodded her head. Drake then slid them off over her blue and black boots. He reached under her calf's and lifted her legs onto the couch. Nicki scooted back against the arm of the sofa, allowing him to fall between her knees. He kissed on her breasts as his hands traveled back inside her floral skirt. Drake softly inserted his two into her sweet spot. Nicki let a moan escape her lips. He moved his fingers in and out in the most satisfying rhythm. Drake then kissed down to her stomach, stopping at the rainbow band stitched to her lengthy skirt. He looked up at Nic as he rolled up her bottoms, revealing yellow fabric underneath. He rolled that too and leaned down to kiss her knee. Drake worked his way up her thigh. He allowed Nicki's skirt to fall over his head and continued to kiss her inner thighs. Drake put her legs over his broad shoulders and increased his kisses. When he reached her clit, he kissed it. Stuck his tongue out and tasted it. Put his mouth around it and sucked on it. Nicki closed her eyes and arched her back. Her toes curled in her boots as his lips massaged her bean. Drake was thirsty and Nicki had the juice he wanted. His tongue absorbed her like a sponge soaking up water.

"Ooohhh, Drake?!?? That feels so good!!!! Uuuuhhh!!!! Please don't stop!"

Drake repeatedly licked her clit with his entire tongue. He moved fast and so did she. No matter how fast he licked, Nicki kept getting wetter.

"Oh my Gooood!!!" Her hands found their way to her boobz. She held onto them giving them both a couple squeezes and pressing them together. With her back arched, Nicki started to roll her hips against Drake's mouth. His tongue was now exploring her slot, slipping in and out.

"Oooohhh God!!!! Uuuhhh!!! Uuuhhhh!!!!! Aaaahhh!!!"
Nicki's hands roamed down her torso. She clutched her skirt, bunching it up in her palms. "Fuuuuuck!!!!! Ooohh fuuuck!!!! Uuuhhhh!!!! Ssss, YEEEESSSSS!!!!"

Drake continued to eat her out. Nicki's legs started to shake as her body tingled.

"Oooohhh!!!! Draaaake?!?! Stop! Please stop! I hafta pee!!"

Nicki put her hands on top of her skirt pushing his head away. He pulled his head from out of her skirt and moved up to kiss her mouth.

"You don't...." He slipped his fingers between her wet pussy lips and stroked her clit at a fast speed.

"Yeeesss!!!! I do Drake! Stop?!"

"I'm tellin you you don't. If you'ont believe me jus let it happen... I'll show you."

"But I... I... Uuuuuhhhhh!!!!" Nicki came and Drake removed his hand.

"See?" He kissed her. "You're fine Nic..." Drake seductively smiled at her as he unbuckled his pants and whipped out his cock. He kissed Nicki again, inserting himself inside her.

"Waaiiit!!! Do you have a condom???"

"I'll pull out. I promise."

"NO! No no no!!" She moaned. "Put one on.... for me please?"

Drake pulled out and ran to his bedroom to fetch a magnum. He quickly came back, pulled it on and pushed back inside her.

"Thank you..."

Drake kissed her. "No problem..."

He rowed his boat in her stream, pleasing her by all means. He kissed her boobz while her hands traveled up his back inside his shirt. Drake pumped her full of all nine and a half of his inches. There was no room for her vagina to breathe.

"Damn Nicki.... you tight as fuck..." He pushed deeper.

"Uuuhhh!!! That's it Drizzy! I'm almost there!!"
Drake stroked until her legs began trembling again. Minutes later, she reached her climax a second time. Three strokes later, Drake reached his as well.

"Oh my God...." Nicki lie on his couch trying to catch her breath. She wiped the sweat from her forehead as her body cooled down.

"You good?"

"Yea..."

"Ard, I'll be right back."

Drake stood, holding up his jeans. His belt buckle jingled as he walked to the bathroom. Nicki sat up, grabbing her thongs off of the sofa cushion. Drake came back looking brand new. He smiled at Nicki as he walked over to the couch. She smiled back.

"Can I use your bathroom? I need to wash up really quick."

"Yea. Wash cloths are on the sink."

"Kay. Thanks."

She stood up, wobbling a little and almost losing her balance. Drake caught her by the arm to stop her from falling.

"Haha, you good?"

She smiled. "I'm fine. I jus tripped..."

Drake looked down. All he saw were their feet on the floor, nothing more. "I bet..."

Nicki blushed and turned away from him. She walked around the trunk and made her way to his bathroom. After she cleaned up, Nicki walked back into the living room to find Drake sprawled out on the sofa with his eyes closed. She stared at him for a moment with a half smile on her face. Nic then headed over to him and tapped his knee.

"Drake? I'm leaving."

He opened his eyes and looked at his blackberry, it was 3:15am. He stood up and walked her to the door.

"I guess this is goodbye?" She asked.

"Not necessarily. I'll see you again."

"Yea, but you never know when." She looked down biting the edge of her bottom lip. Drake pulled out his phone and began typing something. Nicki looked at him like 'what the hell are you doing? I'm still standing here' Her phone then buzzed in her hand. She looked away from him to check it. Drake put his phone in his pocket and waited. Nicki smiled and looked up at him.

"Haha, you're too much Drake."

"But I made you smile."

Nicki smiled harder, showing her teeth and dimples.

"You're so beautiful."

"Thank you."

They hugged and he kissed her on the cheek. Nicki opened the door and stood between it and the frame.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too Nic. Be careful out there." He placed his hand on the doors edge.

"I will... bye." Nicki slipped out of the door. Drake watched her walk down the hallway.

"Take Care..."

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