Dricki Love & Lust Chronicles

How To Love The Sweetest Girl

"Onika wake up!" Drake demanded, and Nicki opened her eyes, her body curling into the warmth of his. 'She must have came in the middle of the night,' he thought to himself.

Drake softly wiped the tears that were falling fast down her cheeks and held her as she cried. Her body shaking in his arms, tiny hands clutching his shirt pulling him as close as possible.

"Shhh baby girl it was just a bad dream," he soothed and kissed her hair. Her cries filled the bedroom and he rocked her softly back and forth. "Its okay now, go back to sleep" Drake instructed. Nicki felt him lay down and then laid her head on his chest.

Nicki cried to him as he rubbed her back attempting to soothe her achey irritated body. Drake held her close and she let his scent and warmth lull her back to sleep.

No matter what she came back to him, it was in that moment he knew she was still his and he was still hers. Sure the fight they had was bigger than any before and they had completely shut one another out but that didn't mean they loved one another any less.

Nicki missed his touch, the way his arms fit perfectly around her tiny frame, the way a simple hug or kiss could make all the pain go away, as if he was the sweetest dosage of morphine.

She felt as though she was slipping towards the end without him there to pull her back but everyone thought she looked as if she couldn't be happier. She was a trained actress.

Drake tilted her head up, kissing her lips softly knowing that it would instantly calm her down, giving her that sense of peace and love that she needed from him and him alone.

"Baby girl its okay, I promise you that it is." He said into her neck and she trembled as she spoke softly.

"B-but it was so- so real." Nicki whispered to him and Drake got her tiny body bundled in his keeping her warm.

"But it wasn't and everything is alright." He said and she paused wanting to ask him something but decided against it. Once she'd calmed down and fallen back to sleep, Drake held her and rubbed her back before following suit.

The next morning began like all the others before it. Drake sat up and smiled down at Nicki who was still curled up in his chest. He ran his fingers through the thick dark curls, admiring her. She stirred and yawned before turning on him. He tightened his grip on her and Nicki felt him rubbing her back, she opened her eyes slowly.

Drake kissed her forehead and gave her a tiny smile. A silent reassurance that everything would be okay in the end. Nicki nestled her body closer to his, the heat of his body giving her an aura of security and compassion. She listened to heartbeat and it soothed her.

They both laid there silently for some time just enjoying the company of one another. He missed this between them, she was the only woman to lay in that bed with him and not have him expect sex.

She was more than just a toy to him.

Eventually, Drake placed her on the bed gently before getting up, taking her tiny hand in his and lead Nicki into the bathroom. She went to the sink farthest from the door and grabbed her toothbrush before she began brushing her teeth, just as Drake did the same just a small ways away in the only other free sink in the bathroom.

It was silent. Not comforting. Not daunting. Just silent.

He always hated having the extra sink being left unused, reminding him that he was alone without her there. It wouldn't matter who came and went, if it wasn't Nicki, Drake thought of himself as alone, now more than ever.

Once they finished brushing their teeth the pair took off their pajamas and got into the shower. As usual, Drake washed Nicki's body tentatively, making sure he moved slowly, keeping her calm before washing his own. He moved slowly over her body, taking in every unchanged detail. Nothing on her had changed physically but he could tell that both mentally and emotionally, his lover was tired and drained.