Dricki Love & Lust Chronicles

My First pt. 2

The pair fell back into silence, all that could be heard was quite heavy breathing and the soft hum of his bedroom's air conditioner. The sheets were warm and wrinkled on their skin as they caught their breath.

Drake thought about what he'd just done to her. What she allowed him to do. What he allowed himself to do, knowing that the moment they fell back onto the pillows, he should have pushed himself up off her body.

Every cry of pain she let out, her nails digging into his skin from the pressure, took the line of friendship and burned it, leaving them both wondering where they stood with one another.

They both silently prayed the other would say something, make the first move to assure that nothing had changed or would change between the both of them but it was hard to say what was really going on since neither of them understood what their reality was anymore.

And they both knew that to say nothing was going to change would be a lie.

Nicki laid in his arms, her skin still hot and achy, her head laid on his bare chest as a soft hand rubbed her back to sooth her. The pads of his fingers ghosted over her back and her eyes were shut tight to keep from looking at him.

She didn't want to.

She couldn't bring herself to.

She felt too ashamed to do so.

Nicki felt dirty and used for some reason and Drake could tell that's how she felt making him feel like he needed to do something, anything to make her remember all the love he held for her.

Did he take care of her while they did what they did, of course. Only ever whispering words of encouragement as they shed their clothing, always asking if she was sure that this was what she wanted before getting on top of her. He used his kisses as a soother while placing the condom on himself and pushing inside her, swallow her cries of pain and kiss her tears away before laying his forehead on hers.

When she adjusted he did his best to be gentle and savour the moment he'd been waiting practically his whole life for. He knew that she had imagine something very different for her first time and was thinking of doing something much more special for her when the time was right but he knew that if this was what she wanted to do, who was he to deny her. That was always what he thought was a major character flaw within himself, the inability to tell Nicki no. If anyone truly spoiled her, it was Drake and now they laid naked in his sheets, the room humid and filled with the smell of rain and sex as thunder and lightning filled the silent void.

She felt him kiss the top of her head and tears fell from her eyes.

"Remember when we ran away?" Drake asked suddenly and Nicki didn't move.

"Y-yeah," she croaked as her throat locked up. Drake felt the tears hit his chest and a huge wave of guilt washed over him, but surprisingly there was no regret. Did he feel like a cad for what had happened, yes but would he take it back? Not for anything in the world.

He let out a little chuckle as he remembered her and himself at the tender age of five. He remembered it was the day his father left and his mother told him of their divorce. It was also one of the rare days Nicki's father made a drunken appearance but instead of hiding in her bedroom closet, Nicki called Drake. She remembered the number because her mother taught her that the three numbers she need to know was theirs, Drake's and 911 if she ever got lost or needed help.

Drake remembered answering the phone sounding completely unemotional while she cried to him over the phone. FInally he spoke up and told her to pack a bag and grab her piggy bank. He then said that he'd come to get her soon before hanging up. Nicki did as he told her to like she always did and ran up the steps past her parents room but the door was open a crack and as any other curious little kid, she looked in and saw something she still represses to this very day. The only thing she can barely remember now being her mother's cries of pain.