One Shot: Remorseful Temptations

Littered with locals and tourists alike, it was a busy Friday in Anguilla. Accompanied by a light breeze, the sun was out and shining. Drake, Chubbs and CJ, dressed casually for the weather, were spending their afternoon… spectating. Appropriately enough, a few women leaving a nail salon caught their eye.

“Aye, yo?” Chubbs spoke out. “Y’all peep that?”

“Peep what?” Drake, turning to him, asked.

“He’s pointin’ out shorties across the street.” CJ, also captivated by the women, answered.

Squinting, Drake looked over. He spotted a beauty in a yellow sundress; her back exposed and her hair pinned up. Lollipop in hand, shopping bag in another, she glanced across the street where the gentlemen stood. Drake watched as she sampled her candy. He then noticed her giving him a subtle wink before looking away.

“Daaayuum!” The three men echoed in sync.

“She winked at me.” Drake added, licking his lips. “Staring will get us nowhere fellas.”

“Amen.” CJ cosigned.

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“Damn it, I messed up a nail already.” The beauty in the yellow sundress pouted, stopping to inspect her fresh manicure. Her girlfriends, Candi and Lauren, turned around to have a look.

Candi spotted a trio coming toward them. “Girl, no time to complain. I think we have company.”

As she looked up, Drake and his boys approached them. “Oh, hi… can we help you?”

“Yes, actually.” Drake answered. “I saw you from across the street and uh… you gave me a wink. So I thought I’d —“

“Excuse me?” She interrupted him. “A what?”

“A wink? You winked at me.”

She gazed at him cluelessly. “Oh, wait… I’m sorry. No, I wasn’t winking at you. It’s these new eyelashes. My first time getting them and already they’re trouble.”

“Oh…”

“Well, this isn’t awkward.” Chubbs murmured.

“I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression.” She giggled. “I do apologize.”

“Your laugh… it’s cute.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

“Oh!” He quickly held out his hand. “I’m Drake by the way.”

She politely shook his hand.

“And these are my boys, Chubbs and CJ.”

The two men nodded their greetings.

“Can I get your name?”

“Call me Nic.”

“Nic…” Drake grinned. “Is that short for something? Nicole perhaps?”

“Onika. But everybody calls me Nic. Or Nicki.”

“Onika, eh? That’s beautiful. It fits you.”

“You’re just full of compliments aren’t you, Drake?” She asked rhetorically.

“Haha, I can go on forever.”

“Good to know… well, we gotta go. Nice meeting you, Drake. Fellas.” Nicki smiled and turned around.

“Wait,” Drake stopped her.

Facing him, she answered. “Yes?”

“Well, it was nice meeting you too, but uh… are you ladies doing anything tonight? I’m hosting a party at this club later. I’d love it if you all showed up.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not really a partygoer.” She shook her head.

“Aw, man. Well, that’s too bad… but if you change your mind,” Drake reached for the iPhone in her right hand. “Hit me up.”

After adding himself as a contact, he returned her cell and gave her a wink.

Awe stricken, Nicki watched as he and his crew walked away. “Did he just…”

“Gwoooorrrll!!” Candi began.

“Ch- You better call him. We’re going out tonight.” Lauren told her.

Grinning, Nicki placed her lolli back in her mouth as she watched the three men round the corner.

Six Hours Later…

“How do I look?”

“I’d do you.” Lauren admitted.

Candi laughed. Nicki scoffed.

“Well, thanks… but I’m not tryin’ to get laid tonight, Lauren. I just wanna look… nice. Not too much, ya know?”

“You think you’ll see this guy after tonight?” Candi asked while applying her lip gloss.

“Candice, we’re on vacation. I doubt I’ll even remember his name.”

Lauren cut in. “Which is exactly why you should get laid. By him. Tonight. You’re never even gonna see him again. Live a little.”

Nicki rolled her eyes as she fastened her earrings. “Look, I’m not tryin’ to have relations with this guy, alright? I’m just goin’ to this party to be nice. Nothing more.”

“Being nice? In that dress? Lord.” Lauren got up from the bed and headed over to her suitcase.

“Are we ready?” Nicki asked, reaching for her purse on the dresser.

“Hold up,” Lauren walked over to her. “Be generous.” She placed two Lifestyles in Nicki’s purse.

“I can’t with you…”

“Thank me later.”

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“Y’all havin’ a good time tonight?!”

The club roared with positive replies.

“A’ight, a’ight. This next one’s for the ladies!”

Popcaan’s “Ravin” dropped and the club roared once more. Drake looked out over the crowd before removing his headphones and placing them on his MacBook. From the corner of his eye, he noticed some familiar faces entering the DJ booth. He smiled immediately.

“My God, you look amazing! Can I say that shit?!”

Nicki laughed. “Oh, hush!”

“I’m glad you could make it! You look amazing!” He greeted her with a hug.

“You said that already, Drake!”

“I did?!”

“Yes!” Nicki nodded, with a smile.

“Oh, damn. I guess I’m just distracted!”

“I’m distracting?!”

Drake chuckled. “You wanna go get some drinks?! It’s quieter by the bar! I can barely hear you!”

“What?!”

“Drinks!”

“Okay!”

The two headed for the bar, leaving their friends to mingle amongst themselves.

“Quieter, right?” He asked as they took their seats on barstools.

“Much quieter.”

The bartender then approached them. “What are you guys having?”

Drake looked toward Nicki, signaling her to order first.

“Oh, um… water’s fine.”

“Water? What, are you not over twenty one?” He asked.

“Haha, of course I am. I just don’t drink much.”

“If I ordered you something, would you drink it?”

“Only if you’re having the same thing.”

“Fair enough.” He looked at the bartender. “Do you have any diced pineapples?”

He nodded.

“I’ll have two glasses of that with Ciroc. Thanks.”

The bartender returned with their drinks moments later.

Nicki stared at her glass. “Well, this looks… festive.”

“Taste it.” Drake said, sipping his own drink.

She took a sip.

“Good?”

“It gets better, right?”

“Yea.” He nodded with a grin.

“So, tell me about yourself.”

“After you. You from here?”

“No,” She answered. “from the states. I’m only here on vacation, you?”

“The states. East or west coast?”

“Raised in the east, living on the west.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“What? Did I say something wrong?” Nicki asked.

“I don’t know yet. I’m living on the west coast too.”

“Nuh uh! Los Angeles?”

“Yes.”

Nicki sucked her teeth. “I don’t believe you.”

He laughed, “Alright.”

“No, seriously. Are you really from Los Angeles?”

“I’m not from there originally, but I’m living there.”

“Well where you from?” She took a sip of her drink.

“Ontario, Canada. Toronto to be exact.”

“Ohhh, so you weren’t born in the states either? Neither was I.”

“Seriously? If you tell me you’re from Toronto, I swear I’ll marry you right now.”

Nicki grinned. “I was born in Trinidad.”

“Mi inna di club weht uhn island gyal nuh?”

She burst into laughter. “Oh. My. Gooood! I cannot with how good your accent is!” She playfully pushed his shoulder.

“Hahaha! I try… I’m so glad you didn’t wink at me earlier. This is actually the best time I’ve had in a while. Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” She smiled.

Drake was just finishing up his second glass when she started on hers.

“You wanna go back to the booth?” He asked her.

“Sure.”

Once they reached the booth, Drake put his headphones on halfway and began to spin a couple records.

“I hope y’all don’t mind!” He spoke into the mic. “I’m takin’ it back for y’all one time! Enjoy!”

“Tempted to Touch” began to echo through the speakers. Standing a few feet away from Drake, Nicki subtly began to whine her hips as she looked out over the crowd. Unbeknownst to her, he noticed. He smiled to himself and continued to watch.

Nicki was now working her hips to the rhythm with perfection. She soon got the feeling she was being watched. She looked over at Drake and he smiled. She then looked away from him and continued dancing. Licking his lips, Drake removed his headphones and approached her from behind without warning. Startled by the feel of his hands on her hips, she immediately looked over her shoulder.

“Don’t let me stop you.” He pulled her a little closer.

Nicki slowly began rolling her body against him. Together, they grinded to the beat as if they were alone. Soon, sweat started to form on her open chest. She lifted her hand to fan herself when Drake politely took hold of it, placing it on the nape of his neck.

“Hold on.” He whispered in her ear as he rested his hand on her stomach. His grind then hardened.

Nicki’s nostrils flared and she began sweating more. She closed her eyes and rolled her hips harder to keep up with him. Drake’s fingers slipped inside her dress, grazing her navel. He let his hand travel upward, slowly, stopping just a few centimeters beneath her breast. Feeling his breath linger on her neck, Nicki bit her lip. She then felt his lips contact her skin — once, then twice. Quickly, she turned to face him. Their eyes met, but neither said a word. She held onto his belt buckle as she continued to grind on him. Drake reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. He then brought her face closer to his. Nicki gripped his buckle a little tighter. With breaths heavy, they both licked their lips. Nicki could feel herself getting moist. She softened her grind, creating space between them.

“Too close?” Drake asked.

“I…” She searched for an excuse. “Bathroom. Excuse me.” Nicki backed away from him and swiftly made her way out of the booth.

Candi noticed her making a fast exit. She grabbed Lauren by the wrist and followed her path.

“Hey?! What are you doing?! I was just about to give Chubbs my number!”

Candi ignored her. The two ladies ended up near the restrooms. They spotted Nicki standing in a line. Candice went over to her.

“Onika?” She tapped her shoulder. “You okay, boo?”

Nicki turned around to see her girls standing there. “Yea, I’m fine. What’s up?”

“I don’t know. The way you left ‘ole boy back there I thought something was wrong. What happened?”

“Oh, that… nothing.”

“Nothing?” Lauren asked. “The way you two were dancin’ all up on each other and nothing happened? Yea, okay.” She took a sip of her martini.

“Did he come at you wrong, ma? Cuz I can go right back there and let him have it.”

“Candice, it’s not that serious. I’m fine, really. I just… needed some… air...” Nicki trailed off as she saw who was walking toward them.

“There you are.” He grinned.

Candi and Lauren looked behind them as Drake approached.

“You lost this.” He held up Nicki’s earring.

She felt her earlobes and one was surely missing. “Oh, wow.”

“Welp! We’d love to stay, but we don’t wanna intrude.” Lauren said, giving Nicki an animated wink. “Come on, Candice.” She then looped arms with her.

Nicki squinted at her as they walked away.

“Those lashes givin’ you trouble again?” Drake asked.

She looked at him. “Oh, no.” She giggled. “No.”

He smiled and held up her earring. “May I?”

Nicki allowed him to fasten her jewelry back on. “Thanks.”

“No problem... So did you go yet?” He asked, pointing to the bathroom.

“No.”

Drake took her by the hand. “You don’t have to wait here. Come with me.” He began to pull her from the line.

“Wait. Where are we goin’?”

“You have to go, don’t you?”

“Yea…”

“Well, alright. Just follow me.”

Drake led her to a room further past the restrooms. He opened the door and flipped the light switch on. “The bathroom is in the back.”

“What is this?” She asked, walking in.

“My dressing room. The club owner gave me access to it for the night. Ya know, since I’m hosting the party.” He shrugged, shutting the door.

“Oh? So you’re like secretly famous or something?” Nicki sat her purse on the dresser and looked into the lit mirror.

He laughed. “Nowhere near. I’m just a DJ with a lot of connections.”

“Impressive.”

“Thanks.” He watched her as she readjusted the front of her dress. “I uh… thought you had to go?”

She looked over at him. “Um… I guess it passed?”

He shook his head. “You’re a bad liar.” He chuckled, walking up behind her. “You never really had to go.”

“And what makes you say that?” She asked, taking her lip gloss out of her purse.

“Because… the line you were standing in wasn’t for the ladies room.”

Nicki stopped reapplying her lip gloss and looked at him through the mirror. “It… it wasn’t?”

Drake shook his head. “…Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asked, pulling her hair back over her shoulders.

“No.” She answered, trying not to appear nervous.

“You sure? Cuz you practically ran away from me.” He forced a dry chuckle.

“What’s with all the questions?” She asked, turning to face him.

“Oh… I’m sorry for being concerned. My mistake.”

“No,” She exhaled. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound so harsh. I was just—“

“It’s fine. No hard feelings.” He smiled.

Nicki smiled back. “Good, haha.”

“I love your smile by the way. It’s beautiful.”

She blushed. “Thank you.”

“Your dimples are beautiful too.” He placed his hand under her chin and ran his thumb over one of them.

“Thanks. I um, I have dimples in my elbows too… and on my back.” She nonchalantly admitted.

“Your back?”

Nicki reached behind her and pulled her dress down a little. “See?” She asked, looking over her shoulder to have a look too.

Drake peered into the mirror with her and spotted them. He licked his lips and placed his hand on her lower back. “You don’t mind, do you?”

She shook her head.

He gently ran his fingertips over the dimples in her lower back. “You’re just beautiful all over, aren’t you?” He glanced at her and noticed the corners of her mouth curving into a smile.

“You’re charming.” She said, letting her dress go.

Drake hadn’t moved his hand. The fabric rose over his fingers, but he was unbothered. Nicki turned to face him and he seemed closer to her than before. He looked at her as she looked at him and he continued to feel over her lower dimples. His hand then began to dip lower. Nicki placed her hands on his chest as if to push him away, for she was beginning to get that familiar feeling again. He smirked when he passed over the string of her thong.

“What color?”

“…pink.”

“Does it match?”

“Match?”

He looked down then back at her.

She nodded her head.

He was now caressing one of her cheeks. He then slipped his hand further, between her thighs. Their eye contact didn’t break for even the slightest second. She gripped his shirt when he reached her center.

“You’re wet…”

Nicki opened her mouth to speak, but swallowed her words instead.

“Were you expecting something? From me?”

She said nothing.

With no hesitation, Drake kissed her. “Answer me.” He told her, kissing her again.

“Yes.” She breathed, kissing him back.

His tongue teased her top lip, almost begging for entrance. She allowed him access. While they massaged tongues, Drake removed his hand from her dress. He then reached for her thighs with both his hands. As his fingers traveled upward, he began to pull the lower part of her dress over her bottom.

“Take’m off.” He whispered against her lips.

Nicki reached for her thongs, edging them off her hips with her thumbs. They fell to her ankles then she shook them off.

“Turn around.” He said as he reached in his back pocket.

She did so. Leaning over with her hands on the dresser, she watched him in the mirror as he tore open a golden wrapper with his teeth. Drake unbuckled his pants, sending them to his ankles; his boxers soon followed. He stroked himself a few times then put on the Magnum.

“Bend over.” He said, reaching for her hips.

Nicki was now resting on her forearms. He hastily began entering her.

“Ah!” She immediately reached back to stop him from going any further. “Go slow.” She ordered.

Drake eased up and entered her slowly.

“Ooo…” She hissed. “That’s it… yea…”

He watched the mirror as her face started to gain expression. He saw her brow furrowing and eyes closing. He sped up a bit.

“Oh, God…”

“You like that?”

“Yes.” She moaned. “Yes.”

Drake let his hand travel from her hip to her thigh. Carefully, he lifted her leg up to his waist and grinded into her.

“Ohh…”

He then reached for her other thigh, bringing that leg up to his waist too.

“Hold onto me.” He said.

She bent her knees and crossed her ankles around his back.

Drake clutched her hips and thrust deeper into her. For a moment, she had forgotten how to breathe. Moving faster now, he repeated the same action, giving her a couple more inches.

“Ohh, fuck!” She cried out, arching her back. Her moans filled the room with his every stroke. She rested her forehead on her arm and continued receiving him.

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” He extended his hand forward, ran his fingers through her hair, and grabbed a fistful. He then pulled back, forcing her head up. “Stay with me.”

He proceeded to thrust further into her until he was balls deep. She squeezed her eyes shut when a stray tear rolled down her cheek. Drake let go of her hair and patted the side of her thigh.

“Stand up.”

Nicki looked back at him.

“Stand up.” He told her as he pulled out.

She carefully placed both her feet on the ground. Drake took her by the arm and spun her around to face him. He then grasped her waist and lifted her onto the dresser. Standing in between her thighs, he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Nicki looked down, watching him enter her for the second time. He pumped into her slowly, bringing his hand to rest just below her navel. She looked up at him and he began massaging her pearl with his thumb.

“Mmm…” Nicki arched her body, throwing her head back.

Drake brought his lips to her neck and began kissing and suckling on her smooth skin. He then quickened his thrust and massaged her a little faster.

“Ohh, yes!”

He reached for her calves and watched her lean back onto her hands. He then lifted both legs onto one shoulder. Gripping one of her ankles, he crossed an arm over both her thighs, holding them to his body as he grinded into her.

“You feel so… good.” She moaned. Sweat glistened on her chest as she reached up to massage her breast. She drew in a breath upon feeling Drake’s fingers vigorously kneading her clit. Her face and ears began to flush and she began to whimper as her temperature spiked. A barrage of colorful melodies soon escaped her. She continued to sing out while waves of euphoric ecstasy washed over her body.

As she trembled in Drake’s arms, he too began to feel a titillating sensation. “Aw, fuck…” He squeezed his eyes shut and clutched the inside of her thigh, persisting to drill into her. Beads of sweat started to trickle down his face. He grunted when the feeling became greater than him. His body jolted and immediately, he released. “Damn, girl…” He said as they caught their breaths.

Nicki watched him as he pulled out. She took her legs from over his shoulder and sat upright on the dresser. Drake looked at her then pulled his jeans up from around his ankles. He kissed her cheek and headed to the bathroom. She watched him go. While sitting there, she began to think about what had just occurred. Her satisfaction quickly turned to shame.

“Holy shit.” She said to herself. “I just… no.” She shook her head, climbing down from the dresser. “No, no, no, no, no.” She instantly picked her thongs up off the floor and stuffed them in her purse. Pulling her dress down, she glanced in the mirror, hurriedly pinning up her messy hair. Nicki made a dash for the door, looking back toward the bathroom before slipping out.

When she returned to the party, she spotted Candi dancing alone by the turntables.

“Candice!” She called, walking over to her. “Candice?!”

Candi turned around when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Oh, hey, boo. Where were—“

“Candice, we have to go. Now. Where’s Lauren?”

“By the bar… What’s wrong?”

Nicki took her by the arm and headed to the bar to find Lauren. She saw her sitting with Chubbs.

“Lauren, come on. We’re leaving.”

Lauren looked at her. “What? Why? It’s not even 12 o’clock yet.”

“I don’t care! Come on!”

Lauren rolled her eyes and slid off her barstool. The girls followed Nicki out of the club, trying to keep up with her.

“Hey?! Slow down!” Candi told her, but Nicki only walked faster.

When the ladies reached the rental car, they all got in on their respective sides; Nic in the driver’s seat, Lauren in the passenger’s and Candi in the back. Nicki fumbled through her purse searching for the car’s key when Candice spoke up.

“So you’re not gonna tell us why the hell you dragged us out of that party when we were having a good time?”

“No.” Nicki inserted the key into the ignition. Before she could start the engine, Lauren snatched the key.

“What the fuck, Lauren??”

“No. What the fuck, Onika? We’re not going anywhere until you tell us what the hell your problem is.”

“Nothing. Give me the key.” She reached for it.

Lauren held it away from her. “Not until you tell us what’s… wait…” She gave her a puzzled look.

“What?” Nicki asked.

Lauren looked back at Candi. “Her hair wasn’t like that when we got here, was it?”

They both looked at Nicki.

“I got hot, alright? Now give me the key.”

“Hold up… did you… did you hook up with pretty boy?” Candi asked.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You guys were MIA for a bit.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nicki turned toward the steering wheel.

Lauren and Candi looked at each other.

“Well… that’s good.” Lauren began. “Because Chubbs was just telling me how his boy Drake is quite the ladies man.”

Nicki side eyed her.

“I meant heartbreaker… he’s got girls lined up back home. I bet his body count is massive. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had an STD.”

“Shut the fuck up, Lauren. Drake does not have an STD.”

“Whooaa! What’s with the attitude???”  

“She fucked him. That’s what.” Candi said.

“You know what, Candice?” Nicki turned to face her. “That’s exactly what happened. We fucked, alright? Is there anything else you want me to tell you??”

“Ahhhh!” Lauren squealed. “I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

“Oh, wow.” Candi rolled her eyes.

“So… how was he?” Lauren asked.

Nicki folded her arms, turning back around in her seat. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Aw, what happened? Was he bad?”

“I said I don’t wanna discuss it.”

“How come? He didn’t—“

Candi cut her off. “Drop it, Lauren.” She looked toward Nicki. “Are you alright?”

She shrugged. “…I haven’t even known this guy twenty four hours and already I’ve given him the goods. What does that say about me, Candice?”

“Well for one, it’s not like this is the norm for you. So what, you slipped up. Everybody makes mistakes. Tonight just happened to be yours.”

“But why? Why now? Why this? This isn’t like me at all.”

“True.” Lauren said.

“I’m so used to turning guys down left and right. I see right through their bullshit they call game. I see through all of it. But what happened tonight? It was really hard for me to read Drake. He seemed… sincere. I can’t believe I actually let him get to me.”

“If it helps you any,” Candi began. “We don’t ever have to speak about this again?”

“Yea, we won’t even mention homeboy’s name.” Lauren added.

Nicki sighed. “Alright… yea. Let’s just forget about this entire night. It never happened.”

“Works for us.” Lauren handed Nicki the car key back.

“Thanks, girls.” She started the engine. “And if either of you ever bring this shit up again, I’m disowning yo ass.”  

They all laughed while Nicki reached in her purse to check her phone. Her smile soon faded when she saw that she had a text from Drake.

Hey… where’d you go? :-/

Nicki stared at his message, wondering if she should reply or delete.

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One Shot: Marilyn MoNika

Very brief post, but I heard the song & felt like writing from Nic's perspective…

Dear Diary,

I try my best and it seems as if my best isn't good enough… What do they want from me? I can't do everything. I'm only human. I can't please everyone. I have my down days… my ups. Lately everything has been working in my favor and it feels great. I'm finally living the life I dreamed of. It seems like it took forever to get here, but here I am. And I'm still not where I want to be. At least it doesn't feel like it. I can't get comfortable now. I must keep moving forward. I'm going to accomplish a great deal in my life. I'm going to open doors for millions of girls and boys. This is it. This is me. This is who I've become. People know me as Nicki Minaj, but nobody knows Onika. Only he does… he knows me inside and out. Everything about me he knows. Sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself. And it's kinda funny to me. He's different. He prefers me… bare. No makeup, dressed down, maybe a wig. The black one though. I can tell he'd rather me wear my hair natural, but he tolerates it and I love that. He always puts my feelings before his. I remember once I came in the studio to record with him thinking I was dressed as casually as possible, but he stopped me after we hugged. He goes, "What are those?" looking at my face. I forgot I had my lashes on, lol. He is so pressed about those, it's so cute though. I told him they were just lashes and I looove my lashes. I feel naked without them. He gave me a small smile and we left it at that. I smiled back, shaking my head and we got down to business. Make Me Proud was the finished product. It turned out great. I can't wait til it hits the airways. Everyone's gonna love it. I know TM will. Those are my babies. It's weird the relationship I have with my fans. My team. It's hard to explain. You just have to feel it. Feel the love to understand. They accept me for who I am and we've come a long way. They've been with me since I first started this crazy journey. I love them with all my heart. I just wish there was some way I could hold them all. They always tell me they love me and I'll never understand how much, but I get it. The love is mutual. Shoot, I think I love my team more than they love me, lol. I can't thank them enough for allowing me to be who I am. And it's funny the names they give me. I remember the first was LapDanceNika. I couldn't stop laughing when I heard that and it doesn't even stop there. There's just so many I can't even recall them all. TM is the best. The absolute best. And they're the only ones that really matter. I do this for them. They witness my mistakes and I try not to show my insecurities, but I can't deny that they're there. And they still support me. I mean, everyone has flaws, right? I tend to be selfish and a bit impatient too. And yea, I can get real low sometimes. But then I have those days where I can get high and I feel untouchable. Like, I'm flying where nobody can get to me and I can never come down. You can call it a curse or you can just call me blessed. It's up to you to decide. I wonder… is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? I'm sure this must be how Marilyn Monroe felt. I remember she had this quote I really liked. It's basically saying if you can't handle me at my worst then you don't deserve me at my best. That's how I feel. And it seems like all the good things fall apart, but if you stay true to yourself, I believe you won't end up losing your soul. You won't lose who you are as a person. And I'll never be perfect, but believe me, I'm worth it so take me or leave me.

xoxo

One Shot: Some of Her Things ♥

Well... you've all heard Drake's Big Boy radio interview so no need to explain it. Jus kno that interview inspired this one shot. ^_^

December 2009:

"Yoooo!!! That show was CRAZY!!!" Wayne yelled, slapping hands with Mack Maine.

"Dead ass. You see shorty in the front row?" T Streetz asked Wayne while slapping up Gudda.

"I'ont know what the fuck you saw, B. That was a man in weave!" Jae Millz blurted out, hugging Shanell.

Everybody laughed at Streetz, who was clutching a pint-sized bottle of Hennessy. They were all headed back to the tour bus to chill until the after party. They'd just murdered the stage with their hit song, "Bedrock" along with many others. The crowd loved it and that showed.

"Yea man, if you wasn't glued to dat bottle, you might could see straight young blood." Birdman added, strolling along with his hands in his coat pockets.

Streetz didn't have anything much to say. He just took another swig. "Whateva…"

"Ayo? Where's Nic?" Tyga asked.

"You know she takes forever to get dressed. She still changin. Said she'd meet up with us at the bus." Shanell said, Wayne's arm around her shoulder.

"Oh." Tyga said, fixing the chains around his neck. "Aye? But um… Drizzy ain't here either… explain that Shanell?"

She squinted, trying to think. "He went to the bathroom after he left the stage. But I don't know where he is now." She shrugged.

"Nigga always ghost." Streetz shook his head. "He'll surface. He know where the bus at." He added, finishing off his liquor.

The octet headed out of the arena through the double doors facing the back lot.

Meanwhile, Nicki was backstage, clad in bra and panty. She was taking off her jeans behind a curtained off area. Drake, typing something into his cell, paid no mind to the curtains before him as he continued to walk. He pushed them open with one hand still looking down at his phone, oblivious to his surroundings. When he looked up, he noticed Nicki standing with one hand on the wall and her back facing him as she looked down, trying to pull her tight pants over her tiny foot.

"Dayum!" He heard himself say. Unaware that he'd just uttered that aloud.

Nicki spun around with bright eyes. "SHIT!" She said noticing Drake standing a few feet away from her, looking her over. Nicki quickly pulled the pants off, covering her chest with the seat of them and her crotch with one of the legs. "Fuck are you doin?!" Nicki asked, breaking him out of his trance.

"Huh??? Oh!! Uhh, sorry!" He said, still staring.

"STOP!!!!"

"What?! YOU decided to change near the stage! What am I supposed to do?! Look away?!"

"YES! Jus... jus pass me my sweats please." Nicki pointed to the chair to the right of him. She hurriedly held out her hand and he handed them to her. "Close your eyes."

"Why? I've already se—"

Nicki shot him a look.

"Fine..." Drake closed his eyes and turned around.

Nicki dropped the jeans and quickly slid on her sweats before anyone else popped up. "Pass me my shirt?"

Drake felt for her tee on the chair beside him. He found it and held it out to her, eyes still closed.

Nicki took it from him and pulled it on. "Ok. You're good." She said, pulling her hair out of the back of her shirt.

Drake opened his eyes and turned around. "Would it be rude to compliment you right now?"

"No. But I'd keep it to myself if I were you, seein as how I was jus half naked." Nicki grabbed her hoodie and put it on. "Why are you still here?"

"Had to take care of a few things. Boutta head back to the bus." Drake picked her jeans up off the floor and folded them for her.

"Thanks." She said, taking them. Nicki picked up her purse from off the chair and stuffed her pants inside. "So are you like a professional spook now?" She smirked, stepping into her sneakers. 

Drake chuckled. "No, it was an accident. But next time you wanna undress, set up your quick change elsewhere."

Nicki side eyed him. "Thaaanks. I'll take note." She said sarcastically.

The two of them walked down the corridor leading to the double doors. It was lit with florescent bulbs and smelled of many different colognes.

"Sooo... you ready for the after party?" Drake asked, breaking the few minutes of silence they'd had.

"Party?"

"Yea. We all headin out to the club in the next hour or so."

"I'm tired Drake. And you know I'm a dud. I don't do too many parties."

"Yea, I know. Jus thought I'd give it a try." He smiled. "Want me to stay with you?"

"It's ok. I'm jus gonna fall asleep anyway. I don't wanna bore you with my night." She smiled. "Go. Have fun."

"Ard, I'll bring you back some girls."

"What?!" Nicki looked at him crazy.

"Haha, I'm kidding. It's a joke." He grinned.

Nicki grinned back. "Haha, you're not so good at that joke thing. Don't ever become a comedian." She giggled.

When they reached the end of the hall, Drake pushed one of the doors open, letting Nicki walk out first.

"Jesus Christ!" She yelled as the wind blew in her face. She folded her arms into her chest, pulling the ends of her sleeves over her hands. "It was NOT this cold when we got here earlier." Her teeth started to chatter. Drake noticed and began to take off his winter coat.

"Here." He placed the oversized coat around her shoulders as they walked.

"Aww, Draaake? You don't haftu."

"You're freezing Nic. It's nothin."

"But aren't you cold?" She asked, slipping her arms into his huge sleeves, which were too big, leaving empty space at the ends.

"I'm from Toronto. It gets colder up there. I'm used to it." He put his arm around her and they both walked toward the tour bus. The closer they got to the bus, the louder the bus seemed to get. The inside lights were on and they both heard music blaring. Drake knocked on the door, but got no answer. Nicki leaned her back against the bus waiting for someone to answer it. Drake knocked again, no answer. "Fuck they doin?" He murmured to himself. Drake banged on the door of the tour bus and the music immediately lost volume. He heard feet heading towards the door. He stepped back and the door crept open.

Wayne peeped his head out. He sucked his teeth when he noticed it was Drake and opened it wider. "It's jus you nigga! Had me thinkin it was the cops or some shit." He looked at Drake puzzled. "Where's ya coat man? I kno it's freezin out there."

Nicki peeped into the bus. "Are you gonna let us in or keep askin questions?"

Wayne looked at her. "Oh... there's ya coat... well yea, come on." He let go of the door and headed back up the steps.

Drake held the door open for Nicki. "Ladies first."

Nicki smiled and went inside, Drake following behind. All eyes were on them when they walked in.

"There y'all go." Tyga said.

"Where have you guys been?" Shanell asked, looking at Nicki in Drake's coat.

Nicki looked at herself and removed his garment, handing it back to him. "Nowhere."

Drake took his coat and walked toward the couch behind the booth. He sat down alongside Gudda. Streetz and Tyga were seated in the booth playing cards on the table. Nicki went to sit next to Millz on the couch across from the booth. Baby had a chair to himself while Wayne shared the couch with Drake, Gudda and Shanell, who was sitting on his lap. Twist and Chuckee weren't on the bus with them that night. They went for a joy ride around town with Chuckee's dad. They'd be staying at his house until the next day.

"Y'all ready?" Millz asked, lacing up his sneakers.

"Yea, let's go." Wayne said.

Shanell stood up, fixing her dress. "You comin, babe?" She asked Nicki.

"No... I'm gonna stay here. You guys have fun."

"Drizzy?" She asked, looking at Drake. Nicki glanced at him too.

"Not tonight." He said, flashing a quick look at Nic.

Shanell caught it. "Fine with me. Have fun you two." She zipped up her coat with the rest of YM and grabbed her purse off the couch. They all headed out with Wayne yelling random things about his foam cups. There was loud laughter then the sound of a door shutting. Everything on the bus quieted down as Drake moved into the booth and shuffled the deck of playing cards.

"Why didn't you go with them?" Nic asked, stretching out on the leather couch.

"I wasn't gonna leave you here alone. What kinda friend would I be?" He smiled.

"I don't know." She answered. "Jus don't get mad at me when I fall asleep on you."

"You'd do that?"

"Yea, I'm—" Nicki caught herself. She sucked her teeth and started laughing. "Shut up Drake. You know what I mean."

He smiled. "Haha, I know. I jus like playin witchu."

"Pauz."

"Whateva."

Nicki smiled and picked up the remote. She turned on the television and flipped through channels. "You need that light?" She asked Drake as he continued to shuffle the playing cards.

"Naw, go 'head."

Nic pointed the remote at the light and off it went. Drake put the cards back in the box and watched the tv screen flip from channel to channel. The blue light from the screen was the only thing illuminating the bus.

"Why don't you jus find a movie?"

Nicki side eyed him and kept flipping through channels. Drake got up and went over to her.

"What are you doin?" She asked, holding the remote away from him.

"Takin the remote?" He said like she should know.

"No. Go sit down please."

Drake reached for it again, almost successful this time, he had his hand around the bottom end of it.

"Drake please. Go sit down!" She giggled. "I'll find a movie! Move!"

Drake smiled, still trying to take the remote. "It's ok. I'll find us one to watch."

Nicki sat up as they tugged on the remote control. Drake plopped down in the area where her head had been. "I'll bite you." She threatened. Drake let go of the remote control.

"Thas unnecessary Nicki."

She laughed. "I was kidding. I won't bite you... unless you want me to."

"Is that a promise?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nicki jus laughed again and turned her attention back towards the television. She leaned back and felt Drake's knee where her head had been. "Excuse me, sir? Can you move please?"

"I can't sit here?"

Nicki looked back at him. "Fine... jus move your knee please. It's in my back."

Drake put both his feet up on the couch so Nic would have space to lay next to him. Even though he did more than she asked, she didn't complain. Nicki scooted herself back, turning in toward his body. She then rested her cheek on Drake's chest. "Does this bother you?" She asked.

"Not at all." He answered.

Nicki finally found something for them to watch. She started yawning halfway into the second movie, but didn't doze off. Nicki turned her body to face the outside of the couch, trying to get comfortable. The movie no longer interested her. She scooted back, causing her butt to come in contact with Drake's zipper.

"Nic?" He called.

"What?" She answered with a yawn.

"You uhh, might wanna move."

"No. I'm good." She admitted, scooting back a little more.

Drake didn't exactly know what to do. Should I move? He thought to himself. Is… is she dropping hints??

Drake lifted up, motioning to move off the couch.

"No, where are you goin?" Nicki asked, looking up at him.

"I was jus movin. I'ont know if you were aware, but you were all up on my junk."

"I said I know that." She giggled. "I'm not sleep Drake. I know what I'm doin. Will you lay back down? Please?"

"Oh... ok… I guess..." Drake laid back down, wrapping his arm around Nicki's waist. She put her arm on top of his, caressing the back of his soft hand before entwining their fingers moments later.

Nicki scooted back into him some more. "Mmm, you're so warm Drake." She pressed her bottom into him again.

"You keep doin that, you'll get more than warm." He admitted while placing his face in the crook of her neck. Nicki smiled, testing him, she pushed back into him harder, biting the edge of her bottom lip.

"I warned you, girl." Drake whispered in her ear. They both had their eyes closed. He then began to delicately kiss her. He kissed her earlobe then down to her neck. Drake gently rubbed his fingers across Nicki's torso. She slowly let his hand go as it traveled downward. He reached under her shirt, running his thumb back and forth over her stomach. He then crept up to her breasts, massaging her right one through her bra. "Can I compliment you now?" He asked, speaking into her neck.

"Yes…" She breathlessly responded.

"I wanted to tell you you're beautiful. I love your eyes... your smile... those dimples. You're body glows."

"Really?" She moaned.

"Really..." Drake's hand traveled back down her body. He reached the rim of her sweat pants, letting his fingers linger there for awhile.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Kiss me."

Nicki opened her eyes and turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. They stared at each other for a few seconds before their lips connected. Drake eased his left hand into Nicki's sweats, slipping his fingers into the front of her thongs. Feeling over her fresh Brazilian, Drake slid his digits in between her wet folds. Nicki let out a moan, encountering a touch she hadn't felt in a couple years. It felt great. Drake massaged her diamond with more feeling. Nicki kissed him harder, reaching her left hand up and grabbing him by the nape of his neck, pulling him in. She sucked on his bottom lip a few times and repeatedly inserted her tongue into his mouth as he pleased her. Drake then moved his fingers down some. He carefully squeezed one into her tight, slippery slot causing her to draw in a breath.

"Uuuhh!" Nicki furrowed her brow and immediately kicked off her size five's, exposing her pink ankle socks. "Ooh Drake!" She moaned, rolling her hips against his finger. Nicki grabbed at her sweat pants with both hands as he skillfully moved his finger in and out of her. She tugged them over her thighs and used her feet to get them off the rest of the way. "Fuck me…" She moaned, almost begging. Nicki took her thongs off and disconnected Drake's hand from her center. She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. Nicki focused on unbuckling his belt while she straddled him. Drake lifted his hips a little, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. He then opened his wallet and pulled out a magnum. Nicki saw this and quickened her pace. "Oh my God." She said, trying to pull his pants down. She stopped when she heard voices. "Please tell me that's jus the tv." Nicki looked at Drake with pleading eyes. He muted the television, only making the voices she heard more audible. They were nearing the bus with speed. Nicki jumped when she heard someone banging on the door.

"Police!! Open up!!!" Streetz yelled, with thunderous laughter following behind. "Haha! Ain't, ain't das what she say in'nat um..." He snapped his fingers. "Dat warnin' shit! It's the police, Nickiii!" He repeated, drunker than ever before.

"Fuck!" Drake sat up fast, causing Nicki to fall back onto the couch. He threw her her sweats and thongs. She hopped up and ran to the bathroom as the knocking at the door continued.

"It's cold as shit out here, B!" Jae Millz yelled.

"Fuck y'all doin?! Fuckin?!" Streetz yelled out.

"Drizzay?!" Wayne yelled. "Open the door! Niggas freezin balls off and shit!"

Drake was buckling his pants as they yelled out for him. He looked toward the bathroom door and noticed Nicki dropped her thongs. He walked over and heavily tapped on the bathroom door. "Ayo Nic? It's me, you dropped ya thongs." He picked them up, waiting for her to open the door. "Nic?!" He heard water running, but got no response so he just pocketed them. Drake then ran to let the fam in.

"The fuck took ya ass so long?" Millz asked.

"I uh, was asleep." He lied. "Didn't hear you guys. Y'all a'ight?" Drake asked, holding the door open for them to walk in.

"Yea man. We good." Gudda answered.

Drake shut the door and walked to the center of the bus with them.

"Why is it so dark in here?" Tyga asked.

"I said I was sleep, man." Drake sat back down on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned the lights on. "So... how'd everything go?"

Everybody explained how their night out went. About ten minutes passed before they noticed someone was missing.

"Where Nic?" Gudda asked.

She walked out of the bathroom putting her hair up into a messy bun. All eyes turned to her. "Hey... what'd I miss?" She smiled, sitting down next to Drake on the couch.

"I don't know, you tell us." Shanell smiled.

"Huh?"

"You look extra happy. All smiles. What's up?"

"Nothing. I can't smile Nell?"

Shanell threw her hands up in surrender. "Maybe I read you wrong. Smile all you want."

Nicki giggled and turned her attention to everyone else, who'd began to talk amongst themselves.

"Be back." Drake whispered to Nic as he stood up. She nodded her head, watching him head to the bathroom. Nicki then turned her head back around. Her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw Wayne picking up a golden wrapper.

"Aye, one of y'all nigga's drop this?" He asked, waving it about as he checked his own pockets. The guys looked at each other before checking their own pockets. They all shook their heads no.

"Ain't mine." Gudda admitted.

Nicki wished she were anywhere, but on that bus when Drake came strolling out of the bathroom.

"Drizzy?" Wayne asked, holding up the condom.

"What?"

"This yours?"

Drake saw Nicki watching him from the corner of his eye as he felt for his wallet. He could tell she was nervous by the look on her face.

"Naw, it ain't mine." Drake closed his wallet and put it back in his pocket. Nicki almost smiled when he sat back down next to her, she was beyond relieved. 

"Welp, mine now." Weezy stuffed it in his back pocket and sat down.

About a half-hour later, when the bus driver arrived to take them to the hotel, everybody drifted into their own worlds. Drake pulled out his Blackberry and bbm'd Nicki. She reached into her purse when she felt her phone vibrate.

|I have something u mite want bak|

|My thongs?|

Drake chuckled to himself before replying.

|Yea|

|Keep them ;)|

Nicki looked up at him. He looked back at her after reading the message. He licked his lips as he stared her down. Nicki winked at him, crossing her legs over his lap.

[In case you haven't heard his interview: http://www.radiobigboy.com/?p=26623]

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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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