Scandalous
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a few minutes and will return them when I am done.
Author’s Notes- This is a response to two requests: teasing in public and sex against a wall. This is set sometime during the Unity Tour.
Pairing- Drake/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Drake and Amelia find a way to spice up a boring dinner during the Unity Tour.
Words- 685
I resisted the urge to tap my fork on my plate in boredom as I listened to the noblewoman beside me prattle on. I looked at Drake beside me and saw that he looked even more bored than I felt and also a little panicked.
I decided that I needed to spice things up a bit so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I’m not wearing underwear.”
I watched Drake swallow hard, his eyes darkening with obvious desire, then felt his hands slide across my thigh under the hem of my dress, obviously feeling the need to see if I was telling the truth. I bit back a moan as his hand crept higher and higher.
The woman beside me continued to talk to me, forcing me to concentrate, not an easy task, given where Drake’s fingers were. Drake was also engaged in conversation, but that didn’t stop him from sliding one of his fingers inside of me, making me sigh.
“Duchess Amelia, is everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine,” I gasped, forcing a smile.
The woman nodded, but she didn’t look convinced. However she started asking me about wedding plans and I answered politely, after all selling my wedding as the event of the season was the reason we were here, forcing myself to stay calm even as Drake’s capable hands sent waves of pleasures rushing through me.
I gripped the tablecloth as I hit my peak, doing my best to focus on the prattle about flowers. The woman was staring at me expectantly and I realized I’d missed a question. I stumbled for an answer, catching Drake’s amused gaze. I shot him a glare and then did my best to focus on the conversation, though it was hard when I was so aware of him.
As soon as dinner was over, I grabbed Drake’s hand and led him to the first available room. I closed the door and locked it and then I kissed Drake passionately. He met me eagerly, his hands tangling in my hair as he pushed me up against the door.
“What was that about?” I gasped between hungry kisses, threading my leg in between his.
“Exactly what you wanted when you made that little announcement,” he pointed out, trailing kisses along my neck and then sucking slightly and making me gasp.
I tugged at his belt, quickly undoing it. “I want you,” I told him, pushing my hips against his.
Drake swore a little bit and then yanked his pants down before roughly hoisting me up, my dress rising to my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around him, gasping as he slammed into me.
He stilled, letting me adjust to the feel of him before starting to thrust again, his mouth hot and demanding against mine as he continued to move. I met him thrust for thrust, eager to take all of him. It was fast and desperate, both of us eager for each other. We came together, our passionate kisses muffling our moans.
Drake rested his forehead against mine before helping me to my feet and straightening my dress. “I love you.”
I smiled up at him, “I know.” I leaned forward and kissed him one more time and then sighed. “We should probably get back out there before people start gossiping.”
“I’d say let them gossip, but that’s probably counter-productive, huh?” Drake asked with a sigh.
I grinned, “I don’t know, it might make them want to attend our wedding out of sheer curiosity, the scandalous duchess and duke who can’t keep their hands off each other.”
Drake laughed, a sound that filled me with joy. “Well, that sounds like more fun than sucking up to them.”
He unlocked the door and offered me his hand. I took it happily, this engagement tour wasn’t either of our idea of a good time but the stolen moments helped and they reminded me of what mattered. The tour would end soon enough and then it would be Drake and I and a lifetime of scandalous moments or at least I certainly hoped so.
- End
