Dricki Love & Lust Chronicles

Mine

"What the fuck do you want?" Was all that could be heard as the large front door was yanked open by the tiny person. Nicki had been in her kitchen simultaneously preparing her dinner, cleaning and, doing her laundry only to be interrupted by an uninvited and unwanted visitor.

"Damn Nic," he said but she couldn't tell if he was saying it in surprise or in response to her outfit, a cute little pink crop top jersey and a pair of white cotton athletic shorts that stretched around her waist just barely covering all that they needed to. The fact that she was braless also caught Drake's attention. She also had on her little hello kitty house slippers that reached up to the middle of her caff. He licked his lips at the sight of her and Nicki narrowed her eyes at him.

She was already in a bad mood and just the thought of the person standing on her porch arouse a mix of emotions, but actually seeing him made a whole other truck load of feelings run over her tiny 5' 2 frame but the woman kept her resolve. But even with all those feelings she got, she could just feel her blood boil. "I would have used my key but," he began with a charming smile and licked his lips again before continuing. "I didn't know if you were home or not."

"Theres this amazing thing called a phone," she stated while crossing her arms and cocking her hip to the side. "But it ain't like you even know how to use one anyways," she muttered and he stepped closer.

"Could say the same thing about you," he bantered and placed his hands in his pockets. "Are you even gonna let me in or not?" He asked and she just turned, walking away leaving the door open, unintentionally adding a bit of swing to her hips as she walked, feeling his eye burn holes into her backside. She didn't care if he stayed or not, she wasn't about to let him get to her, but maybe she could get to him a little.

'He'll eventually leave again anyways' she thought to herself as her tiny feet carried her back into the kitchen. Drake took her actions as a way of her letting him in and stepped over the threshold, into her home before shutting and locking her door behind himself. He slipped off his shoes and placed them in the closet near the door before venturing up the hall to the kitchen.

"What do you want?" She asked as she dumped the laid of fresh laundry onto the island. Nicki felt like she needs to distract herself or rather detach herself from the situation before she ran back into his arms like she did every other time before. Drake watched as her meticulous, pink polished hands folded the disarray of clothing. He easily deciphered the true meaning of her behavior and stepped closer. She didn't even have to look up, but she could smell him and feel his large tall presence behind her.

Drake wrapped his arms around her and she inwardly sigh before reaching down to pick up a tank top that had fallen to the floor, during which she was able to break free of his strong embrace. "Don't," she muttered making Drake furrow his brows.

"Look I just came here so we could talk." he explained and Nicki could hear the truth in his words. That was usually his intention whenever it was time for them to repair the damage that had been done to either of them but she knew that by the end of their "talk" just like any other time, she'd end up with her body burning underneath his, singing and screaming his name over and over and over, begging for mercy until he finally reached his climax. The thought excited Nicki but it also made her heart drop into her stomach. She'd broken her celibacy for him on many occasions and for what? Him to have her for the moment. To show that he loves her until she wishes for him to commit to her and only her for however long he decided or until they fell into their usual argument, using it as an excuse to not move forward in the way they knew that they should.

"We spent a week in Miami wit the fam and you didn't have anythin' to say then so you probably have nothin' to say now." Nicki dismissed and Drake sighed.