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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