Summary: What are the chances of two people in different places reading the same thing and having the same thoughts? Pretty small right? Well evidently not for Drake and Elizabeth Walker…
A/N: I got bored of the usual format for the abc so here’s my spin on it. Bold is Drake, Italics is Liz
‘Let us know if you need anything at all Your Grace,’ the flight attendant was saying as she handed Elizabeth Richmond-Walker her requested mimosa. ‘We’re here to make your flight as pleasant as possible.’
‘Thank you so much.’ The duchess smiled in reply, settling in for the flight back to Cordonia.
For some reason the three hour journey seemed almost impossible to bear when she thought of what — or rather who — was waiting for her at home. Lately her duties as part of the royal council had been taking her all over Europe to oversee the various treaties and projects Liam had initiated. While she loved her work and was able to really feel like she was making a difference, after a week apart, she’d missed home and she’d missed her marshmallow.
They’d only been married for a year but she couldn’t imagine them getting sick of each other any time soon. While they did keep in touch via FaceTime and over the phone, there was no better feeling that being in his arms, Elizabeth decided, sipping her drink.
The flight had barely taken off and already she was picturing running right into his arms the moment he opened the door. She’d tug him up to their shared bedroom and feel him make good on all the deliciously naughty things he’d promised on those late night Skype calls. Elizabeth found herself almost drooling at the thought and immediately straightened up in her seat, hoping the flight attendant wouldn’t guess that she’d just been salivating over the thought of her own husband. She tried compose herself she reached for a magazine, Cosmopolitan to be exact, and her eyes were magnetically drawn to the caption on the cover.
How Well Do You Know You Own Sex Life: The NSFW Alphabet.
After taking a cursory glance around, she eagerly opened up to page 69 and began reading.
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Miles away in the kingdom of Cordonia, Drake Walker had just returned home from work. A quick glance at his watch indicated that he still had 2.5 hours until his wife arrived home from her business trip. A week was clearly too long to be away from each other, he decided as he bounded up the stairs to their bedroom, having decided to freshen up before Elizabeth got home. A quick shower and shave later, he grabbed his electric clippers for a bout of manscaping. He intending on showing his beautiful wife exactly how much he’d missed her but first a little trimming was in order. Satisfied with the final product, he reached for his toothbrush eager to get the taste of that horrible dish the Icelandic ambassador had insisted on serving at lunch today.
As he brushed, he eyed himself in the mirror examining his earlier handiwork, unable to stop him mind from going to thoughts of Elizabeth. On the morning before she left he’d been in this exact position, brushing his teeth at their shared bathroom sink before she shuffled in, still half asleep and wrapped her arms around him, head resting against his broad back. He’d almost thought she’d fallen asleep against him when he felt her hands travel over his abs, past his bellybutton downwards to where his towel hung low on his hips. Her hand had only ventured past the fabric for a few seconds before he couldn’t take it any longer, spitting in the sink and turning around, intent on giving her a proper goodb—
CRASH!
Drake cursed as his elbow hit the rack next to their sink, holding Elizabeth’s collection of magazines. The entire instalment went tumbling to the ground, magazines scattering everywhere. Grumbling he bent to pick them all up before one article struck caught his attention.
How Well Do You Know You Own Sex Life: The NSFW Alphabet.
In an instant his eyebrows perked up, scanning over the questions and he quickly finished up in the bathroom before heading flopping down onto their bed, blushing slightly at the thought of Elizabeth catching him reading one of her trashy magazines.
She’d never let me live this down…
A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Though he might seem the rough-around-the-edges type, Drake is such a gentleman after we’ve been together, no matter how rough we’ve just gotten. He’ll rub my back after I come down from the incredible orgasm he’s just given me and clean me up with a warm towel if needed. Honestly there’s no better feeling in the world than when he wraps me up in those arms of his and holds me close while we pillow talk.
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If we’re particularly dirty and take a shower, she loves to wash my hair — apparently I have a hair kink? Huh sounds fake to me. Occasionally she lets me reciprocate but all of Cordonia knows not to interfere with Elizabeth Walker’s hair washing schedule by now. Usually I turn up to court the next day (or later that day) smelling like her peach scented shampoo. Liam and Maxwell tried to roast me about it once but stopped after a well placed threat. Truth be told, its just another part of her I love carrying around with me.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Nothing turns me on like those V lines of his. Nothing. They’re so sexy and defined, leaving me a nice trail to nibble down to before getting to his cock. I may be biased but I think my husband has the best cock in the entire country. I wouldn’t really use the word ‘beautiful’ to describe one but when its all thick and juicy looking like his is, anything goes. Of course I’d never say this to him because we all know how men are about their dicks. God knows I have a thing for that man’s back too and he’s gone to work many a day with long scratches down his back because I need something to cling onto when he’s pounding into me right?
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Is everything an answer? Because I really do love everything about her… though… there’s nothing sexier than when Elizabeth walks those long toned legs over to me in nothing but her heels. I’m not one for expensive stuff and Liz knows that but I am damn glad I invested in that pair of Louboutin’s she was admiring when we were in Paris.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)
We had a big talk about kids after we got married. Drake really wants at least two but I think we should wait a little while before jumping straight in. I just want to get to know each other, away from the craziness that had been our entire relationship and engagement. It was a compromise: we made the decision to switch back to condoms from birth control so my cycle could even out in preparation for kids but..
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Fuck I miss cumming in her. We had that big talk about kids though and I see her point. I mean Liz is fucking amazing at blowjobs, she swallows it like a pro but there was an intimacy in being able to cum inside her warm wetness that can’t be duplicated.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Crap, oh god. My dirty secret… It pales in comparison to Athena’s really but I’ve always wanted to try… choking. There I said it. I’ve always wondered if it really does make it feel better. Drake would never agree because it can go wrong easily and that is why I will probably never bring it up. However I’m really interested to see how he answers this question but my husband would laugh in my face if I ever brought up doing this questionnaire together.
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Fuck. Uhm.. well I’m sure Liz has a couple of her own stored up coz I’ve overheard her conversations with her best friend Athena. Her and Damien sound rather… kinky. I don’t know if we’re anywhere near there level but we’re on the subject.. I’ve always had this one fantasy… Liz walking to me, that sexy swing in her hips, dressed in nothing but her blue bikini, her hair done up all wavy-like, flowing in the breeze looking like a… mermaid. I have no idea where I’m going with this.. I’ve heard of underwater blowjobs but it sounds kinda dangerous. How I’d ever bring this up, I have no idea…
Maybe somethings should be stay fantasies… right?
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Yeah I learnt my way around the bedroom from the odd hookup here and there plus a couple of boyfriends in the past but none of them serious (at least not serious enough to take home to my family) but I’ve never had I heard a rumour going around that Drake actually fucked his professor in college. Am yet to verify it.. Hmm maybe the next time we play a drinking game..?
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The teacher thing? Totally true. Will I ever admit it? Not a chance in hell. Experience-wise? Thats the same as asking how long is a piece of string… More than a few noble girls eager to take a turn on the commoner side, a couple of college girlfriends (including one called Zoe who was an absolute freak). We’ve talked about numbers before and while I suspect mine is on the higher side, I don’t wanna know Liz’s because I like to forget there was ever anyone before her.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
Just one? Damn.. I go wild for anything that allows me to mark up that handsome muscled back especially when he’s got me pinned against the wall, hands under my thighs, my legs locked around his waist and free rein to dig my nails in. (Did it just get hot in here or is it just me?)
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That’s easy: Anything where I can see her face. Elizabeth is gorgeous and I’m grateful every day that she picked me. Whether she’s riding me (I’ve got a special preference for this one) or if I’ve bent her in half, there’s not a better sight in the world than her looking fucking breathtaking when she comes on my cock.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Sex with Drake is always so intense, whether we’re taking it rough or slow, there’s barely any room for humour and goofiness really. We’re usually so desperate for each other after teasing all night that the only real source of laughter is if we end up tied up in some compromising position with our clothes. This reminds me of the time I was wearing a particularly scrappy outfit and Drake somehow got his jacket stuck to my dress! His look of horror was hilarious when he realised what he’d done and by the time we managed to get ourselves unstuck, I had tears running down my face.
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Yeah, yeah there was that one time I accidentally got stuck to Elizabeth’s dress but in my defence it was totally her fault for wearing such a ridiculous outfit and teasing me during the delegate’s dinner. Other than that, I wouldn’t say goofy is really our thing.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Being Indian, grooming is a MUST for me, if people think my hair washing schedule is strict then boy, are they in for a surprise when they hear my grooming routine. I’ve had past partners that… didn’t prioritise this and ugh…. that was NOT fun. During our first time together, I was so relieved that Drake cleans up down there too because I get kind queasy about it.. The memory of getting hair stuck in my teeth is still a nightmare. It would have been so embarrassing even thinking about breaching the subject with him and I am beyond grateful that he has maintained this ever since.
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Yeah before I met Elizabeth grooming was an… optional concept. I never had the motivation to clean up for someone down there before but after hearing her and Hana talk extensively about it after that first spa visit, I sure am glad I remembered to ‘manscape’ the area in preparation for our first time together. By the look on Elizabeth’s face when we saw each other naked for the first time, she was too. (This was also part of the reason that I wanted to wait until we were back in Cordonia before finally doing it). Since then, I’ve resigned myself to a less strict schedule than hers and though she’s never said so, I can tell she appreciates it.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Drake Walker is probably the most romantic man I have ever met. I mean I should have known when he lit dozens of candles in my room for our first time together. He replicated it for our first anniversary, this time with rose petals and champagne, I don’t think I have ever felt so pampered before. Even during regular sex with him, (especially sleepy morning sessions) he never fails to show me in some way how much he loves me. I never thought that would be possible when I was getting pounded like no tomorrow but he manages to pull of romantic then too.
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I’m not good with words. Never have been. That’s why I really try to show Elizabeth every time we’re together how much I love and appreciate her. I don’t know how she did it, but she made a romantic of this cynical bastard. Still I wouldn’t change that for the world. She, of course, reciprocates, holding me close and my favourite thing is to fall asleep to the feeling of her fingers running gently across my back.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Proper sex with Drake is always preferable to getting off on my own but during long trip apart like this one, I just can’t control my body’s need for him and I’ll have to rely on my trusty silver bullet to tide me over until I can get the real thing. On particularly long trips, we have been known to have the odd naughty Skype session too.
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I never thought I’d be into video sex. The first time was awkward as hell but with Liz’s duchess duties taking her all over the world, I’ve actually started to enjoy it. I’ve learnt that my wife can get real descriptive too, like during last night’s session. As good as those calls get, it doesn’t even begin to compare to the real thing of course.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Competition. Hands down our top kink. We’re both competitive people and edging has become a staple in our relationship. No matter who’s in charge that night, we’re both holding out on that big O, edging each other on until one of us caves and its game over. I have been known to get dominant from time to time, like that one time Drake came home late. His hair kink is fun too though he’ll never admit it.
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Heh, if Liz were here, I know she’d mention competition. All it takes is a heated look from either of us and oh fuck its on. We’re both stubborn as hell and we’d gonna hold out until the last possible second — which makes the climax better of course. Yeah and apparently she tells me I have a hair kink too? No idea what she’s talking about.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Mmm we usually do it in our bedroom or any place in our duchy (and I do meanany place, we’ve done it on the stairs to the basement too) but I’m not opposed to a quickie on the closest bathroom sink during those boring conferences. My absolute favourite place was on Liam’s private jet where we joined the mile high club, realising too late that we’d woken everyone up despite trying to be quiet.
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I prefer to take her in the privacy of our own home and the many new nooks and crannies we’ve discovered (who knew Atlantea had secret underground tunnels). But my ultimate favourite had to be on the roof of my old place, under the stars, reminding me of that first meteor shower we watched together.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Fuck there’s nothing that gets me going more than when Drake’s in his element. That is outside, performing some type of manual labour, shirtless, looking sexy as hell. I can’t count the number of times I’ve wanted to pounce on him, seriously its like the man does it on purpose.
Actually wait, I know he does.
There was one time when he was fixing the air conditioning system outside that got me so riled up I just had to have him there and then. Thank god, I had the good sense to give the servants the day off that day because that I would rank that orgasm as one of the best he’s ever given me. There’s also a certain Prince Charming costume (white pants) that just begs for me to rip it off whenever he wears it.
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Is it weird that I get turned on watching her put unreasonable diplomats in their place?
Because I do. Success is sexy on her.
My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world and seeing her all dressed up, makes me want to tear it all off and ditch whatever function we’ve gotta attend — I rarely get my way though, one look is enough to send the message across that its not an option.She’s very skilled at using her body too, she knows what those wandering hands and swinging hips do to me and she isn’t afraid to use them, that temptress.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I’m fine with a little experimentation to spice it up but anything further than fisting is too much for me. I am completely opposed to anything humiliating or degrading.The Walkers aren’t sharers either. No one gets my man but me.
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That woman is mine and only mine. I know she likes it rough sometimes, but I’d never do anything to hurt Elizabeth not even in the name of pleasure. None of that kinky shit and nothing too bdsm either.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Did I mention how much I love that man’s cock? All it takes is a quick flick of his eyes downwards to get this duchess on her knees. I’m very generous and its fun to see how quickly I can make him cum. Drake always returns the favour tenfold, the man has a talented tongue — he can have me cumming in mere minutes when he wants to— and I thank who ever taught him how to use it.
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Liz’s blowjob skills are unparalleled, she does this thing with her tongue… that just reduces me to a puddle… Fuck I’m so turned on thinking of it. How long until she gets back? Too fucking long. And being the gentleman I am, I’ve been known to give her many a screaming orgasm, one of my main tactics to get her stubborn ass out of bed in the morning.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the mood, if its a quickie then well… what else can you do when there’s a time constraint? Unless its sleepy morning sex, we’re usually too impatient for anything other than hard and deep.
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We try to take it slow sometimes, we really do but between the sensation of Liz’s nails scraping down my back and her warm, wet tunnel pulling me in, well how can I resist…
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
I know Drake would rather take his time safely behind the walls of our home but goddamn if it isn’t fun to turn him on during another boring council meeting or conference. He makes it too easy sometimes and that usually ends up with me on the nearest bathroom sink with him staring over me with those smouldering eyes and well… mission accomplished!
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That woman’s favourite thing to do seems to be seducing me in the most inconvenient place possible — usually during a meeting or state dinner. When Elizabeth gets that look in her eyes, usually following with a hushed whisper, I know I’m done for. Quickies never really do it for me so we usually go for another round or two when we get back home — not that she minds.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I’m definitely the more experimental one in this relationship. He’s the only partner I’ve ever completely trusted enough to suggest new things in bed and I know I can count on him for honest feedback. So far handcuffs, ice play too, inspired by that one time in the ice palace and the great outdoors have proven a success, now how do I convince him to try choking?
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I used to be a simple man but she’s broadened my horizons so much since we met. Somethings we’ve liked and somethings we haven’t. The latest thing to try has been food play… I’m not sure exactly what entails but when it involves my two favourite things: Elizabeth and whiskey, how can I say no?
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
God my stamina has definitely increased after being married to Drake. Plus with our edging competitions, I’d learnt to hold out for a while until he does that thing with his tongue that he knows just gets me. We do have the occasional all-nighter sex marathon which I’ve never don’t before meeting him. That reminds me.. we haven’t done one of those in a while… Maybe tonight?
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We got through at least three rounds every time we’re together, more if we’ve been edging each other beyond belief. Nothing compares to our all nighters however. If Liz isn’t too tired after her flight, I might bring it suggest it — it has been a while after all…
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I do have my trusty silver bullet on hand if the need arises and Drake’s not around to help out. I’ve been coerced into trying a few crazy ones over the years but I always go back to that one. We have experimented a little but otherwise, we don’t really use toys together in bed, because Drake prefers to get me off all on his own – which I have no complaints about.
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Handcuffs are fun, especially to torture my ever impatient wife, especially when I’ve put one of those god-awful silk ties she’s always begging me to wear, around her eyes. Liz has her vibrator but other than that nah, not really. Actually there was that one time…
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Hah if Drake was here, he’d tell me I am the queen of teasing. There’s a reason why he calls me his ‘temptress’ and that is because he is SO easy to mess with. Really all I have to do is give him a sly come-fuck-me look and with a wandering hand, I’ve got his attention. Sometimes I’ll add a naughty whisper to the mix and if I’m feeling really bold, trace the outside of his ear and that does it, he’s dragging me out the door. Oh marshmallow, you are at my mercy.
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Never have I met a woman so annoyingly skilled at teasing than Elizabeth Walker. Its like she purposely picks the most inconvenient places to unleash her evil powers. The amount of ambassadors that must think I’m a madman for dragging my wife out of a meeting with her placed strategically in front of my crotch is mortifying. I do manage to get her back sometimes but not nearly as often as I’d like.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
I had never experienced a screaming orgasm until I met Drake and he spent the better part of an hour edging me with his tongue and fingers. When I finally came I swear they would have been able to hear me from NYC. I’d learned to be quiet, sneaking around in college and usually I just bite down on his shoulder to keep the volume down but when he does that thing with his tongue all bets are off.
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Heh, Elizabeth is definitely louder especially when I edge her. I’m not too bad but sometimes when we’re doing it just right… its a good thing this manor is so big because neither of us can hold back.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Okay story time: One day I came home to a small box placed neatly on our bed with a note saying: You’ll thank me later. The red flowing script told me it was none other than Olivia’s doing. Carefully I unwrapped the ‘gift’ so find a pair of… vibrating panties? Just my luck too because Drake happened to walk in just in time to catch the surprised look on my face. And of course his smirk only grew when he realised what I was holding. After a little cajoling, I was finally convinced to put it on. You should have seen the look on his face when we figured out it came with an app — it was like Christmas had come early for him.
At dinner he started it on low just as I was about to greet Olivia and that tipped her off right away. It took every ounce of self control to keep myself composed and Drake knew it. After an hour of back and forth between low and medium, he finally turned it to the highest setting just when our dessert arrived. I couldn’t very well orgasm at the table so I was left no choice but to feign sickness and drag him into the bathroom to finish me off.
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Heh that vibrating panty incident was fun. I’ll never thank Olivia for anything but if I had to this would be it. Seeing Liz squirm and writhe like that was probably the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life. She held off longer than I expected and she definitely got her revenge the next night. She’d finally convinced me to go to the opera with her, Maxwell and Hana, we’d borrowed Liam’s private box to see her favourite show.
About twenty minutes into the two hour affair just as I was beginning to doze off, Elizabeth slyly slid her shawl over my lap and I felt her hand creeping across the suit pants she’d wheedled me into earlier, proceeding to give me a hand job for the rest of the opera, edging me beyond belief. No one would have been able to tell because she looked perfectly innocent and enraptured by the performance while I was completely focus on not grabbing her and giving her the pounding she deserved for all the teasing.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Drake’s easily 6.5 inches but fuck.. that girth… The man doesn’t know this but I baulked a little the first time because of how thick it was. Now it stretches me in the best ways, thanks to those kegels *winks*
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No complaints from either of us on size that’s for sure. Hang on are we x-raying Liz too?
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I thought mine was pretty decent (like once in a couple of weeks decent) until I met Mr Walker and we often surpass three times a week. If I was younger I’d definitely considered myself a nymho but when I’ve got a man as sexy as Drake for a husband, how’s a girl meant to resist?
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Mine’s definitely higher when we got engaged but Elizabeth quickly caught up. We went through a phase during our extended honeymoon where we had a whole week of sex marathons and that got all that pent up frustration that had built up over the course of our relationship out of our systems and well… when I’ve got a woman as sexy as Elizabeth for a wife, how’s a guy meant to resist?
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After said sex marathons, we usually fall asleep instantaneously. Otherwise Drake makes it through about 15 mins of pillow talk before he’s out like a light.
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During our lazy morning sessions, Elizabeth can get very tempted to fall back asleep after, particularly in winter, and its my job to make sure she stays awake – usually ensured by the promise of round two in the shower.
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‘Your Grace, welcome home.’
The drivers voice pulled Elizabeth out of her trance. Having got off the plane and into the car around letters S and T, she now realised she was indeed at her Atlantean manor. Judging by the light on the second floor, so was someone else… She’d just managed to get the door open when Drake appeared in the hallway and dropping everything, ran at full speed into his arms, crashing her lips onto his for the first time all week. She could feel his moan as he returned the kiss with full fervour.
‘I missed you Mr Walker.’
‘I missed you too Mrs Walker, so so much.’
He helped her carry her things into the house before stooping to pick up the magazine she’d dropped her haste to see him and Elizabeth immediately blushed as he read the cover.
‘Liz…’ He began, looking at her curiously.
‘So there was this article that I read about in a magazine..’ She cut in, hoping to brush off the incident quickly before catching the strange look on his face. ‘Drake..?’
‘You’ve got the same article in your magazines upstairs…’
Elizabeth frowned. ‘How would you know that? Unless…’
The pair stood shock still, the silent understanding dawning on them at what might have just happened. What were the chances of them reading the exact same thing at the exact same time… just miles apart? Elizabeth was the first to speak.
‘Drake…you can’t mean…’
‘Lets test that,’ he declared, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. That night, they proved themselves right, many, many, manytimes over.