Summary: After a fight the previous night, Drake surprises MC (Riley) early in the morning to make amends and things take a fortuitous turn.
The morning was still early and gray when Riley’s eyes fluttered open. She was disoriented, still half lost in a fading dream she couldn’t quite remember. It took a moment to realize someone was knocking on the door, a tentative rap rap rap on the wood.
“Come in,” Riley called as she forced herself into a sitting position, blinking sleep out of her eyes. The door opened and she saw the sleeve of his blue shirt before his face.
“Hey,” Drake said nervously, shutting the door behind him. “Can I talk to you?”
Riley let herself fall back on her pillows and patted the bed beside her. Drake crossed the room and sat down gingerly, like he was afraid she was going to throw him out at any second. She watched him with a raised eyebrow.
“I … I’m sorry,” Drake said as he stared at his hands, knotting and unknotting his fingers.
“You have to stop pushing me away,” she said.
“You deserve better than me.”
“Tough shit, I picked you,” Riley said. Her body was still exhausted, but she pushed herself back up to a sitting position in an effort to keep her eyes open.
“My god, why?” he asked. Riley pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Drake, I’m way too tired to have this fight with you again. God, what time is it anyway?”
“A little after five.”
“And this couldn’t have waited until later?”
“Riley,” Drake said quietly. The use of her first name stilled her the way it always did and she looked at him. “Some of these people … if you not being with me means you’re better protected from them, then I’m willing to do that for you. I want to do that for you.”
“Hey,” Riley said as she reached over and took his hand. “It’s you and me, always. Liam knows it, Hana knows it, the Beaumonts know it … you’re the only one who doesn’t seem to be on board.”
“I love you,” Drake said, looking her in the eyes for the first time.
“Then shut up and kiss me already,” Riley said. Drake smiled and leaned over, gently cupping her face in his hands before he lightly touched his lips to hers.
“I’m sorry I woke you up so early,” he said. “I couldn’t sleep after our fight last night, but I waited as long as I could before I came to your room.”
Riley smiled and pulled back the covers, patting the bed beside her. Drake opened his mouth as if to protest, but he changed his mind, kicked off his shoes, and climbed in beside her, pulling her close against his chest. Riley listened to the steady metronome of his heartbeat for a moment, deeply inhaling the comforting smell of the man she loved.
Riley had been so exhausted before, but now, with Drake so close to her, she felt very much awake. She tilted her face up towards his and kissed him again. His lips were warm and welcoming against hers. She slipped her tongue against his and he pulled her closer to him.
“I thought you were tired,” Drake said, trailing his hand down her side.
“You woke me up,” she replied with a grin. “In more ways than one.”
He laughed and kissed her again. Riley felt his hand slide under her shirt, his fingers pressed against the small of her back. She crossed her leg over his, pressing her hips against him. Drake’s touch moved from her back to her front, his hand warm against her breast. Riley sighed as his fingertips traced her nipple, tugging it gently. He pulled away from her for a moment as he pushed up her shirt before he dipped his head, kissing her bare skin as he took her nipple in his mouth, then the other. Riley moaned softly as he flicked his tongue against each of them in turn and slipped his hand down over her panties. She felt the warmth of his touch, lightly tracing the fabric over her center, and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching down for his hand, pushing it inside her panties instead. Drake grinned as he pulled down the damp fabric and she kicked it away, lost in the sheets.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that patience is a virtue?” he murmured as he kissed her neck and traced his fingers along her warm and wet lips.
“I had to wait long enough for you,” she said, pushing her hips against his hand. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Drake obliged and pushed a finger inside of her, then two, his thumb centering on her clit. He moved his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster, pumping against her quivering hips as she writhed against his touch. She closed her eyes as she came, the force of her climax pulling her shoulders off the mattress. Drake’s touch was unrelenting until she couldn’t take anymore. When Riley opened her eyes, she saw Drake watching her intently.
“What?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath.
“I love watching you come,” he said, his voice low and husky. Riley grinned and cupped him through the jeans she’d forgotten he was still wearing. He was hard, straining against the fabric.
“Not half as much as I love making you come,” she whispered in his ear before running her tongue along his ear.
Drake quickly yanked off his pants and boxers, throwing them aside as Riley rolled on her side away from him, pressing her back against him. He took her top leg and hooked his arm under her knee as she guided him inside her, still slightly throbbing from her climax. Drake groaned at the feel of her and he began to slide in and out of her, burying his face in her hair. Riley found his rhythm and moved with him, overcome by the pleasure of him stretching her, filling her. She reached a hand between her legs and began to rub herself as Drake thrust in and out of her, each push feeling better than the last. It wasn’t long before she felt another climax rising within her.
“Drake, I–” she started to say, unable to finish the words. It didn’t matter, he understood her anyway and he thrust harder, pushing her closer until whatever words she might’ve had left were lost in a cry of ecstasy. He came during the curve of her own crescendo, his sweaty face buried between her shoulder blades as he groaned her name into her skin. Riley tightened around him and he shuddered, gripping her harder than ever until he finally relaxed his hold in satisfied exhaustion.
Riley rolled over to face him and he caught her lips with his, pulling her tightly to him. She kissed his mouth, his cheek, his nose, and his forehead before finally snuggling against him, her lips brushing against his ear.
“You,” she whispered, “are exactly what I want.”
“It’s you and me,” he said. “Always.”
