Author’s Note: Just a fun little Drake x Emma fic that incorporates a few fic requests. I don’t want to give anything away so I’ll explain after the story. Thanks for reading! 😘
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“Em, honestly … I don’t understand why you’re so mad.” Drake watched his wife pace franctically around their quarters, gradually discarding bits of jewelry, shoes and her cocktail dress throughout the room as she disrobed incoherently in a fit of rage. She draped her dress across the open door of her armoire as he completed his sentence, immediately turning to face him with clenched fists. Her nostrils flared and eyes widened as she glared at him defiantly.
“You! You’re why I’m so mad, Drake!” She snarled at him. She marched over to where he was sitting on the bed and stopped in front of him, gaze focused intently on him. “We just spent the past three hours at dinner with the German consulate and I swear I only heard you say maybe five words the whole time! You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?!?!”
“But I don’t even speak German … “ he quipped playfully, attempting to lighten the mood with humor.
But Emma didn’t fall for it. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no. You know very well that everyone in that room spoke perfect English, in addition to many other languages. Yet you still chose to stay on the sidelines and let me do all the talking. So instead of trying to joke your way out of this, my advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass and own up to it.” She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, attempting to calm herself as she slowly released the breath. When she finally opened her eyes again, the anger had been replaced with sadness. “What happened in there, Drake?”
Drake startled a bit at her outburst. He had rarely seen Emma this worked up in their two years together, and hardly ever was it directed at him. But tonight he knew he had not been on his best behavior. He knew he wasn’t the best at schmoozing dignitaries or making small talk, but he could usually handle his own at these political dinners with Emma by his side and a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. But tonight … tonight he’d felt way out of his element. And he was pretty sure it was somehow related to the dashingly handsome (despite being much older) German ambassador kissing his wife’s ass all night while he had to to just tolerate it and watch.
He reached up to loosen his tie, which suddenly felt like it was suffocating him. He peered up into Emma’s deep blue eyes, tinged with pain and confusion as she awaited his reply. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Em … I’m sorry. I just … “ his eyes dropped, embarrassed by his jealousy. “I just hate having to play the dignified noble when some jackass is hitting on you right in front of me.”
“Hey … “ Emma placed a hand to his cheek and guided him to look back up at her, whispering softly. “You know you have nothing to be jealous of, right? My body, mind and soul will always belong to you.” One side of her mouth quirked up at the corner as she spoke. “Besides, you know those German men love to flirt. You can’t control how everyone else acts.”
He chuckled. “Are you implying I’m a control freak again?” He raised his eyebrows, daring her to continue.
“Of course not!” Emma exclaimed, overly dramatic. “You just like things done your way. All the time.” She smirked as she sashayed up to him seductively, standing in front of him in just her bra and panties. His eyes widened when she leaned forward, pressing her mouth against his ear and her fingers tracing up the sides of his ribcage. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to let loose a little.” Suddenly her delicate touch turned aggressive as she leapt forward into his lap, wriggling her hands in his sides in a full-fledged tickle attack.
Drake squirmed against her fingers, trying to push her away as he writhed and laughed. “Fine, fine … I give!” She paused and cocked her head, ready to pounce again as she awaited his confession. “I mmmaaayyyy have some slight controlling tendencies. But I can work on that …” He raised one finger to tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear delicately, a gentle smile on his lips. “I promise to work on that.”
Emma grinned widely at her victory, leaning down to place a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Good. Thank you. I was getting tired of consoling the housemaids after you berate them for not filing your undies in the appropriate color scheme.”
Drake’s jaw dropped at her ridiculous implication. He scooped her off her feet and threw her on the bed, pinning her down beneath him jokingly. “Okay, now you’re just pushing it Mrs. Walker! I have never done anything to that effect!” He tickled her sides as she squirmed against him. “Is this how you get when you’re mad at me? Please tell me this is the worst it gets!”
Emma gasped between giggles, trying to respond. “You deserved it … you … old grump!” She finally completed her sentence as the tickle assault came to an end, Drake perched above her and watching as she laughed up at him. She felt the flutter of excitement run through her core as his stare darkened with desire. “You know, you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.” She said in a low, seductive whisper.
He gladly accepted her invitation as he trailed one finger down her near-naked frame. “So tell me, Wife … what did you you have in mind?” His eyes never left hers as he ventured down her body to the waistband of her panties, causing her breath to hitch in anticipation. He bent down to nuzzle his nose in the crook of her neck when she pushed him back to lay on the bed and straddled his lap. She slowly reached down and finished loosening his tie, pulling it from his collar and laying it on the pillow beside them before she continued removing his shirt and pants. He stared at her as she worked, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder and tickling his flesh as she moved down his body.
”Maybe I want the chance to call the shots tonight. Would that be okay?” She spoke in a raspy tone laced with desire. She picked up his necktie that she’d set aside and ran it through her fingers, waiting patiently for his consent.
Drake swallowed hard, trying to remember how to speak again. Damn, she’s sexy when she’s in control. “Ye- yeah … You can call the shots tonight, Em.”
She smiled mischeviously and grasped one wrist, tying one end of the tie in a secure knot around it. Her eyes met his in a wicked stare before leaning up to loop the fabric through the rung of the headboard and then tying the loose end around his bare wrist. She sat up and admired her handiwork as Drake stared up helplessly at his wife. “So now that I have your attention … “ She pushed back and off the bed, wandering towards her clutch sitting on the armchair to fish out her phone. She started scrolling through the contents, searching for the perfect soundtrack for this moment.
Drake watched in heated anticipation as she sauntered back and poised herself at near the head of the bed. “Now Drake, I just want you to remember how much I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” The corners of her lips turned up in a sly grin as she pressed play.
Thank you for choosing Rosetta Stone. Today we will be learning conversational German …
Drake scowled in confusion as he listened to the calming voice of the translator until his eyebrows shot up in understanding. “This isn’t funny, Em! I said I was sorry!” He struggled against his restraints to no avail as Emma watched in amusement.
“I beg to differ, I find this very funny Drake. Did you really think that I was going to let you seduce me into forgetting what happened earlier?” She leaned forward and pressed a sensuous kiss to his lips. “And when you can apologize nicely, in German, then we can continue the rest of your punishment.” She winked as she snapped the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs, then turned and waltzed towards the bathroom. “Now I’m gonna freshen up while you brush off your old high school German!” She called playfully over her shoulder before closing the door behind her.
“But Em! I never took German!” Drake yelled after her. Hello … Hallo. Goodbye … Auf Wiedersehen. He groaned as heresigned himself to settle on the bed and pay attention to his lesson.
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Author’s Note (continued): I am trying to wrap up all my old fic requests and I’ve been putting off these last two TRR requests for a while. The first was an anonymous NSFW request for #25 ‘Playful use of a man’s tie;’ I just couldn’t think of the right situation for Emma and Drake to use a tie since (as I’ve stated before) I’ve always imagined them having a very premium vanilla sex life. But combining with all of these sarcastic requests … I think it made for an entertaining (although not fully NSFW) read. 😂
I also received an anonymous challenge to choose my own Sarcastic prompt for either the TRR or LH gang. So I chose not one, not two … but five prompts to incorporate into this fic! I hope this made you laugh!
(Sarcastic prompts used: #102 “You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?”; #78 “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”; #7 “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”; #104 “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”; AND #95 “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”)