Summary: After everything is resolved at court, Mika and Drake finally get their happily ever after.
Note: Not canon.
Mika purposely picks a dress that she knows will make Drake stare at her all night. It’s not particularly revealing (they are attending a royal event, after all), but it’s fitted and shows off her legs, and it’s that deep blue color he once told her she looks good in. She slips into heels that give her a couple extra inches of height, spritzes on her favorite perfume, and heads down to the ballroom.
It’s full of people, some she recognizes, some she doesn’t. Some faces she’s come to expect to see are noticeably absent, in the wake of the scandal and the traitor being revealed. Cordonia has a long way to go, but it’s a relief not having to watch her every move, and, she’s sure, an even bigger relief for Liam.
The ballroom doors open as Liam enters, Drake close behind. Liam greets her warmly, pulling her in for a quick hug. Drake stares at her, looking half-stunned, and she almost giggles at how at a loss for words he seems.
“What are you wearing?” he asks hoarsely, leaning in close so as to not be overheard.
Mika shrugs, picking at an invisible piece of lint on her dress. “A dress?”
“I-“ Drake is interrupted as Liam continues to move around the room, greeting people and shaking hands.
“Duty calls,” Mika smiles. “I’ll save you a dance.”
Drake scowls, but she sees him trying to fight a smile. “Funny, Kelemen.”
The gathering is a formality, mostly for the press, Liam announcing that he is, of course, no longer engaged to Madeleine. He also announces that he’s drafted a new law allowing for a king or queen to rule Cordonia without having to be engaged or married. That takes quite a few people by surprise, though Mika suspects the media will be speculating on when he’ll get engaged, since he spends most of the night dancing with Olivia.
Mika dances with a few of the noblemen she knows, though she spends most of her time trying to sweet talk Drake into dancing with her.
“I don’t dance” he keeps protesting. And, “I’m on duty”, while he gestures at Liam.
“We can dance right next to Liam,” she tells him. “That’s closer than you being across the room.”
Drake huffs irritably. “You’re relentless, you know that?”
“Yes. I believe you’ve also called me a temptress. Come on, Drake. You know you’ll give in,” she says sweetly.
“Fine,” he eventually sighs, a little smile on his face as he leads her on to the floor.
Once he loosens up, he’s actually not a bad dancer. She wouldn’t care even if he was, though, relishing being held by him without having to worry about people seeing and gossiping. He’s been busy training for his new role in Liam’s guard since the traitor was revealed, and she’s hardly seen him at all the past few days.
Mika’s glad she’s had Hana and Penelope to pass the time with, though she aches to be with Drake. She wants to fall asleep next to him, wake up with him, longs to finally feel his bare skin against hers. The anticipation of being with him sometimes makes it hard to sleep. Now that they no longer have to hide, she’s about ready to lock him in a room and ignore the rest of the world.
“What’s that smile for?” Drake asks her as they glide along the room, interrupting her from her thoughts.
“What?” she asks, startled.
“You’re smiling.”
“Oh.” She grins suggestively, glancing around them before leaning in, inhaling his familiar scent and whispering, “Just thinking about you…me…finally getting to be alone…”
Drake swallows hard, his arm tightening around her back. “Damn it, Mika.”
“Can you blame me?” she murmurs.
She glances up at him, sucking in a breath at the raw desire written all over his face.
“I want you,” she can’t help but say.
Drake groans. “Believe me, I want you too.”
The rest of the night seems to drag on, Mika glancing at the clock regularly. She swears it’s stopped a few times. She chats with Penelope, with Hana, with Bertrand and Maxwell, but she only half-pays attention, watching Drake and trying to keep her thoughts from drifting too far. The look on his face when he catches her eye makes it nearly impossible.
When the evening is finally over, she waits for him patiently, sitting at one of the tables in the ballroom. Liam has graciously offered them a room at the palace for the night, but she’s had enough of the palace, in all honesty. She’s looking forward to the peaceful simplicity of Drake’s home. He finally emerges, apologizing for the wait as they head out to his truck.
“Everything okay?” she asks, smiling when he twines his fingers with hers.
“Yes. Just takes a little longer to review everything and catch up the oncoming guards when the team is new,” he explains, opening the door for her.
They ride in comfortable silence to his house, though her heart starts racing when they finally get there and walk inside. Mika toes her heels off, her fingers trembling as she undoes the buttons on her coat. Drake watches her with a soft expression on his face, taking her hands after she slides her coat off.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I know,” she says, trying to slow her pounding heart.
“What is it?” Drake asks, pulling her in close and wrapping his arms around her.
“I’ve just been wanting this for so long,” she explains in a quiet voice. “What if it’s…what I’m not-“
“Mika,” he interrupts her. “It’s not possible for this not to be…” he trails off, searching for the words, then shakes his head. “Just trust me, Mika. We’re going to be incredible.”
That makes her shake for an entirely different reason.
“Okay,” she whispers, smiling up at him as he tucks his finger under her chin and brushes his lips over hers.
She sighs into his mouth as they kiss, trailing her hands up his chest, tickling her fingers lightly over his neck before sliding them up into his hair.
“Mmm!” she gasps as he lifts her up easily, her legs wrapping around him.
He presses her against the wall, kissing her hungrily, his hands warm and strong as he grips her thighs.
“You looked so beautiful tonight,” he says hoarsely. “You made it difficult to think about anything else.”
She groans, closing her eyes as she presses her mouth to his. “You’ve made it difficult to think about anything but you for weeks.”
He spins them around, carrying her to his bedroom, his lips never leaving hers as he sets her down. Drake’s hand stops hers when she goes to unzip her dress.
“Wait,” he says in a low voice.
Her breath catches, her heart racing all over again as he slowly eases her zipper down, sliding the straps over her shoulders and down until the dress pools at her feet. Oh, the way he looks at her. No one’s ever looked at her the way Drake does.
His hands are feather light against her stomach and hips before he quietly tells her to lay down. He looms over her, pressing gentle kisses to her neck, then down to her collarbones and shoulders. Drake falters briefly when she moans his name, his teeth sinking into her skin. “I’ve thought about you saying my name like that,” he groans.
“Drake,” she whimpers, jumping slightly when he bites her again, a little harder.
As much as part of her just wants to rip his clothes off, the way he’s making her feel is so incredible that she doesn’t want to rush it. Mika sighs as he unhooks her bra and tosses it to the side, inhaling sharply as he presses hungry kisses to her bare skin, then takes one of her nipples into his mouth, working it into a hardened peak. He kisses his way across her chest, his tongue and his lips making her arch into him.
His hands run over the waistband of her underwear, but she nudges him to roll over. “You’re overdressed,” she murmurs, straddling him and tugging impatiently at the buttons on his shirt.
“Hold on,” he says, and she grips his shoulders as he wraps his arms around her back and sits them up.
Drake slips his shirt off, pulling his undershirt over his head and then lifting her and setting her next to him on the bed. He stands and starts to undo his belt buckle, but she stops him and rises to stand in front of him. Mika traces her fingers over his chest and stomach, his muscles twitching under her touch, then leans forward and brushes her lips over his skin. He’s warm and smells good, and it suddenly hits her, hard, how in love with him she is.
His hands settle low on her hips as she presses slow, wet kisses over his collarbones, nipping at his chest and kissing down his stomach. She reaches for his belt, undoing the buckle and sliding his zipper down.
“Jesus, Mika,” Drake groans as she pushes his pants down and slips her hand into his boxers.
He’s hot and hard as she massages his length, and she shivers at his size and the way he grunts and bucks against her, gently sinking her teeth into his chest until he pulls her back.
“You have to stop that, baby,” Drake murmurs, and she thinks he could call her ‘baby’ every day for the rest of their lives and it would still make her whimper and melt into him every time.
“Lay down,” he says, and she eases herself back on to his bed, anticipation rushing through her when he strips out of his pants and boxers and kneels between her legs.
His fingers glide along her legs as he takes her underwear off, his touch making her skin tingle.
“You are so damn beautiful,” Drake says, his eyes dark and full of uninhibited want and need.
He kisses his way up her calves and thighs, and she moans when he settles between her legs, his fingers dancing over her wet folds before he eases one in her, then another. She nearly sobs in relief at the feel of him touching her, finally, rocking against his hand and running her hands into his hair.
“I dreamt about you like this,” he confesses, kissing up her thighs and brushing his lips over her center, moving his hand away and pressing his tongue into her.
“Oh god, Drake,” she gasps, rocking her hips faster as he flutters his tongue inside her, his hands gripping her thighs.
“Please,” she whimpers, coming apart as he brings one of his hands down and presses his thumb against her.
Mika drops back against the pillow, breathing ragged, her fingers gripping his hair as he presses slow kisses along her hips. When she finally relaxes her fingers, he moves back up over her, kissing her deeply, and she moans at the taste of herself on his lips.
“You taste good,” Drake says against her mouth, and damn if that doesn’t send another flood of heat straight through her.
She moves her hand down between them, taking him in her hand. “I want you,” she pleads.
He kisses her again hungrily, nipping at her lower lip before easing into her, stilling for a moment when she sucks in a breath. When she sighs his name and presses her hips up into his, he starts moving, setting a slow, gentle pace against her. Mika wraps her legs around his back, burying her fingers in his hair and thrusting up into him impatiently.
“You in a hurry, Mika?” he asks, and she lets out a shaky laugh.
“No, I just…you feel good.”
“So do you,” he murmurs, and he suddenly slams his hips into hers.
Her legs tighten around him, her fingers raking desperately down his back as they move together.
“Drake,” she gasps, her eyes closing as the feel of him surrounding her, moving in her, overwhelms her.
“Don’t close your eyes, baby,” he says, his breathing ragged.
Forcing her eyes back open, she stares up at him in the near dark, can feel when he gets close, the movement of his hips erratic against her, his lips almost rough as he kisses her. He slips his hand down between them, brushing his fingers over her, and she cries out his name, arching against him as she comes.
Drake groans as her muscles clench around him, thrusting into her again as he reaches his release. He drops his forehead against hers, seeking her lips with his, then rolls to his back after a minute, tugging her over his chest and running his hand through her hair.
“Oh my god,” she finally says when she catches her breath, and Drake lets out a low chuckle.
“You were right,” Mika says, propping herself up and leaning down to kiss him.
“…about?”
“That was incredible,” she murmurs, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Drake chuckles again. “I told you.”
His expression turns suddenly serious, his stand stilling in her hair. She worries for half a second before he smiles at her almost hesitantly and says, “I love you, Mika.”
The sincerity in his voice almost brings her to tears. “I love you too,” she whispers.
His smile widens as he pulls her down against him and presses his lips to hers, again and again, making her laugh a little bit. She curls back against his chest when they finally part, both of them flushed and panting, finding his hand with hers and threading their fingers together. Drake falls asleep just before her, murmuring, “Good night, baby” in her ear.
“Good night,” she whispers back, smiling at finally being able to fall asleep next to him as her eyes drift closed.