Summary: After Madeleine was poisoned, Drake and Olivia keep company to each other and share more than just their thoughts about the events of that unusual evening.
Based on the (music) prompt: Lover, Please Stay
Warning: This piece involves sexual explicit contents (mature language and several unconventional sexual practices). Reader discretion is advised.
Drake sat by the headboard of Olivia’s bed, watching her moisturizing her skin, her hand firmly massaging one of her legs. After Madeleine passed out and she was rushed to the hospital, Liam and Jade followed the ambulance to meet Adelaide and Regina. Olivia and Drake stayed at the estate to allow security detail search for the traitor and ensure the safety of all the noble guests, especially the Royal Couple, at the estate.
As much as he would try to hide it, being with her at Lythikos felt right. Since his last visit to her duchy, Olivia would always leave her door open so they could chat, watch movies, have sex or just sleep, cuddling during the coldest nights. It was like entering a safe zone where he could say and do anything. Olivia could be judgmental, but at least she was a good listener. “She was particularly cruel tonight, but she didn’t deserve to be poisoned,” he added, grimacing at the memory of a pale Madeleine lied on the ballroom floor.
“When isn’t Madeleine cruel?” She taunted.
“Do you really want to know?” he raised an eyebrow.
A sly smile spread across her lips as she looked over her shoulder. “Of course I do.”
“When I get her on her knees, she turns into this submissive little girl, desperate for attention, wishing for me to punish her.”
“She’s always desperate for attention. Have you seen her parents and her need to always be perfect and right? She wanted to get under your skin so you can punish her and fuck her.”
“Yeah, I figured as much. But did she have to open a healing wound?”
“Is it really healing, Walker?” She queried, looking at him through the mirror of her vanity dresser. “If it hurt you that much when Madeleine said that you’re still in love with Jade, maybe you’re not ready to let her go.”
“Said the woman who pined over Liam for years and almost tried to run over his future fiancee with her Royals Royce the night she saw Liam wearing a Beaumont suit matching her opponent’s dress,” he snorted.
“First of all,” Olivia turned around and glared at him as he tried to suppress a smile. “Jade was his future fiancee as much as I was back then. Secondly, he knows he pissed off a lot of people, including his parents, when he did that. And thirdly, I just thought about it. I didn’t do it,” she snapped. “I accepted defeat at the night of his coronation. He’s happier with her.” Drake frowned. Olivia noticed his sad expression and went to the bed, sitting by his side and tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “You have to admit it too, Drake. It’s for the best.”
“I know. It’s just…” he trailed off. “I didn’t think it would be this hard. I never really cared about any of those girls he dated, they were just a bunch of crown chasers. He didn’t care much about them either. But Jade is different. And she proves it every single day going through all these ordeals to be the perfect fiancee for Liam and future queen of Cordonia.”
“It’s hard not to like her. Or not liking them as a couple,” she took his hand and squeezed it gently. “It’ll get better, Drake. You just have to let her go.”
Drake heaved a sigh and leaned back on the headboard. Olivia kissed his neck softly at first, but as he groaned, her kisses grew heavier, leaving bites and suck marks. He pulled her on his lap and lifted up her red satin nightgown, removing them and caressing her thighs. He was always pleased to get her panties as a souvenir of their nights, but it thrilled him to know she didn’t wear when he was around. Her wet folds brushed on his bulge as they kissed fervently. Pulling her up and laying her on the bed, Drake kneeled on the bed and removed his boxers, brushing the tip of his cock between her lower lips and plunged into her.
Olivia pulled his hair back as he rammed into her steady and deep. “Ah, you’re so wet, Liv,” He growled.
“Harder,” she panted. Drake began to slam hard, but still at a slow pace and watched her contort at every thrust, rubbing her breasts.
“Tell me what you want, Liv.”
“You,” she murmured. “And the dildo on the bottom drawer of the nightstand,” she cupped one side of his face and kissed him before he reached for the toy.
A mischievous grin appeared on his lips as he grabbed the dildo. “It needs some lubrication, Liv,” Drake added. Olivia opened her mouth and he placed in it, thrusting into her and watching her tongue swirl around the phallic shaped object, glistening with her saliva. Removing the dildo from her mouth, he turned it on and pressed it against her clit. Olivia moaned louder, scraping her nails on her body. Drake turned her to the side and began to tease her rim with it. The vibrancy of the dildo made her contort herself and she pushed her hips closer to it, the dildo slowly entering her. He pumped into her a few times then pulled his dick and dildo out.
“What the hell?” she barked.
“Just switching entrances here. I can’t let the dildo have all the fun,” he smiled playfully. She laid on her stomach, flexing her legs to push her ass up as he stroked his hard member from her folds to her ass and penetrated her, moving in and out of her slowly. They moaned loud and he rubbed the dildo on her sensitive nub again, making her whimper.
“Do it,” she begged. He obliged, brushing the vibrator down and entering her folds. Olivia shuddered at the intensity of being thrust on both ends by the only man who always knew how to please her.
“God, you’re so tight,” Drake panted. Watching Olivia writhe in pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut and fists clenching on the sheets was all he needed at the moment. He was close, so close, but didn’t want to come first.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she whimpered.
“Come for me, Liv,” he murmured, ramming faster into her, closing his eyes as her walls pulsated around his manhood. Olivia stood on her hands and knees, her body moving to meet his and roared as she succumbed to pleasure. Drake quickly followed, spilling himself inside her. He eased his softened member and the dildo out of her and both of them fell spent on the bed. “God, I missed fucking you.”
“Of course you did. Who else would fulfill your wildest dreams?” She smirked. He covered his eyes grinning. She was right. No other woman has ever made him feel so satisfied. But before he could make a smart ass comment, he heard voices coming from the hallway.
“Are you sure you’re alright, my love?”
“Yeah, it was just a lot to take in one single night.”
Drake inhaled sharply as he recognized the voices.
“Try to get some rest and don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, okay?
“Okay. Don’t stay up so late writing speeches or reading documents. You did all you could for Madeleine and you need to rest too. The doctors will keep us informed of her condition.”
“I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Jay.”
“Goodnight, Li.”
The doors next to Olivia’s room made a shutting sound and Drake let out a breath he didn’t notice he was holding. He closed his eyes and shook his head, then felt a gentle squeeze on his hand. He turned his head to the side and Olivia smiled weakly. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” she said sitting up.
She got out of the bed pulling him by the hand towards the bathroom and guiding him to the shower. They cleaned each other’s bodies quietly and hugged for a long moment as the warm water cascaded over their bodies, washing away the soap and their tears. Despite everything, only they knew how much it hurt to be on the other side of wall listening to the woman and the man they loved together. After several minutes in silence, they dried themselves and went back to bed, cuddling until they drifted off to sleep.
