Author’s Note: A quick little fic that popped into my head today two influences.
First, @lazychic28 so kindly gave me 3 prompts to answer my call for some fluff requests yesterday, so this will tackle two of them – #4 “You’re adorable, and I can’t believe I have you all to myself” And #9 “You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.” And second, I found the Drakiest ice cream ever today at the store and couldn’t help but incorporate into a fic. I hope you enjoy this yummy little piece of fluff! 😘
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“Hey Drake, I need to move. My arm is falling asleep.” Emma tried to wiggle out of Drake’s hold but was met with resistance as he secured his arm tighter around her waist and pulled him to her chest.
“Nuh uh, Mrs. Walker. You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.” They’d been curled up on the couch for over an hour already, enjoying a very rare Saturday night in without any social or political obligations. “Besides, this is the best part. You gotta watch the heist.” He tapped her hip and pointed towards the big screen TV, immediately enthralled again watching one of his all-time favorite movies, The Usual Suspects.
“Ugh, no . . . “ Emma pushed up off the couch more forceably this time, finally breaking free from his grasp. “Pause the movie. I need a break.” She stood up and scooted away before he had a chance to grab her again. “In fact, we need an ice cream break.”
“Argh, but I was so comfortable.” Drake groaned as he pressed pause on the movie and slowly moved to sit upright. “And don’t you try to make this ice cream break about me.” He raised an eyebrow at her in amusement. ”We both know who the ice cream fiend in this house is. I prefer my dessert in a glass on the rocks.”
“Well, I found something at the store today that may change your mind.” She smirked as she turned to walk towards the kitchen. “You, wait here!” She called back over her shoulder.
Drake sat in silence, fidgeting with a button on one of the throw pillows as he waited. He really just wanted to watch the movie, but he’d learned a while ago to not get in the way of Emma and her ice cream. After a few moments, Emma came back into the TV room with a pint of ice cream, two spoons and a few napkins. She plopped down next to him on the sofa looking very proud of herself as she handed him one spoon and the pint of ice cream. “Now if you don’t like THIS ice cream, Walker, I’ll be shocked.”
He eyed her curiously as he took the carton from her, then turned it around to look at the label. He chuckled as he read it. “Whiskey and Honey.” He grinned at her and shook his head. “Alright, I give. I’ll try it.” He opened the lid and dug out a spoonful, eyeing it before he placed it gingerly in his mouth. Emma studied his vapid expression as he swirled it on his tongue and then swallowed. He shrugged his shoulders at her. “Eh, it’s okay I guess.”
“What?!?!” Emma’s brow furrowed in frustration as she grabbed the carton from his hand. “I could have sworn you were going to love it.” She shoved a spoonful in her mouth, waiting for the underwhelming flavor to hit her tastebuds. But instead . . . she was overcome with the delicious combination of creamy, smoky and sweet sensations on her tongue. “Ohhhmygoooodddddd” she moaned as she took another huge bite, this time savoring it slowly before slowly swallowing it down. As she reached for her third scoop, she met eyes with a smirking Drake. “You lied, Walker.”
“Heh, maybe I did. But you know I can’t let you win that easy.” He dipped his spoon in once more and took a languid bite, closing his eyes for a minute to enjoy the flavor. “Okay, its pretty good. Although I still enjoy my whiskey in a glass.” He set his spoon down and walked over to the bar cart, pouring himself two fingers of the amber liquid.
“Fine, more ice cream for me.” Emma said triumphantly as she settled into the corner of the couch. She admired him as he sat in the middle of the couch and propped his legs up on the coffee table, one arm draped over the top of the couch near her head while he started messing with the remote again to queue up the movie again. ”You know, you’re adorable, and I can’t believe I have you all to myself tonight.” She gazed fondly at him. “We don’t get to do this as much as we should . . . this is nice.”
Drake leaned over and placed a sweet kiss to her lips. “Yes it is. I’d choose this over some formal event any day.” He leaned backed into the cushions and motioned to the TV with the remote. “Now, are you ready to finish one of the best movie of all times?”
“Hit it, Honey!” She quipped playfully as she nestled in to watch, ice cream carton in hand.
They sat in silence watching the movie for a while, Drake occasionally taking a slow draw of whiskey while Emma nibbled on her dessert. After about ten minutes, Emma began to notice Drake fidgeting every time he took a sip, his eyes darting towards her. She noticed his gaze seemed to linger a little too long on her lap . . . where she had set the carton of ice cream to rest.
“Draaaakkkeee???” She giggled as he looked up at her with an almost guilty look on his face, as if he’d been busted sneaking a peak in the girls locker room. “Drake, did you want some more ice cream?”
“Sorry, it’s just so good!” He exclaimed as he dove for the spoon and dug in to get another delicious mouthful.
“You just remember this the next time I ask you to try something new.” She smirked as he grumbled something incoherently under his breath, inhaling another mouthful of ice cream. She snuggled up against his side and laid her head on his shoulder, resigning herself to the watch the movie. She was pretty sure she wasn’t getting that ice cream back.
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