**Nicki's POV**
Drake frowned,"I'm boredddd."
I giggled,"We're just waiting for Sherika to get here then we will leave."
"Okay" Drake said.
I then started to walk back downstairs.
Drake called me back in his baby voice,"baeeeeeee!"
I turned back around,"Yea?"
"Come lay wiff me..pwease" Drake whined.
"Why you so damn comfortable in my house like this ain't ya first time being here?" I smirked," But I got you Papi." as I laid beside him.
Drake opened his mouth to speak,"You are my wife, I think I should be getting comfortable."
"If you weren't having a party I could show you how comfortable your WIFE can get at your house playboy . But it'll have to wait." I said giggling at the end.
"Or we can get even more comfortable right now if you'd like. I mean, what's the point of waiting?" Drake asked. I could tell he was ready. I am too but not while my friends are still here... No.
"Papi, my friends are still downstairs.." I said. He changed the subject to something different, so we won't go on about when we're going to 'do it'.
"Do you really need an outfit? Like, your closet is huge. You probably still have clothes in there with tags on them." Drake said almost confident.
"Yes I really need an outfit, and I know I still have clothes with tags on them." I laughed because I know he's still trying to get some, so he doesn't want to go to the store.
"I'm still missing the damn point here." He said.
"My point is, we will wait Papi. Maybe, tomorrow. Okay? I said, trying to make it clear to Drake.
"Nahh, we're going to compromise right now. How about after the party you stay over at my place? I NEED some Nic cake!" He said desperately.
"Okay, Papi." I stated. Then, I kissed his lips, passionately.
Drake got on top of me and started kissing and biting my neck...and then down to my stomach. He stopped. "Can I taste you ma?"
I moaned,"Tonight P-papi."
Drake rolled back on the side of me. "You keep calling me that, but I'll have you screaming it tonight, that's a promise Nic."
"I'm sure you will" I dreamed as I laid on his chest.
Drake gently moved the hairs out of my face,"I love you Nicki."
"I love you Papi" I said before kissing him.
Drake pulled away laughing,"You sure love kissing me!"
I laughed,"I really do!"
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Forever is Perfect
FanfictionIs forever really perfect? Or is perfection a goal only attainable by the ability to power through and accept imperfection?