Chapter 7: Bathroom Love

Okay, so there’s really no point to this. I just felt like writing something. Enjoy. :)

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It was late in the day. A day of rehearsals and then a show for the 2010 summer jam tours Drake and Nicki were both on. After they got off stage, Drake and Nic both went back to their hotel rooms to rest. It had been hours since then, and Drake hadn’t heard from Nic, so he wanted to check on her. She hadn’t answered her phone the times he called, so he decided to go to her room and check on her. He knocked twice, no answer. By chance, he tried the handle and it was unlocked.

“Shit.” He thought. Why was her door unlocked?

“Nic?” He called as he entered her suite. No answer. He checked all other rooms before entering her bedroom. Her bed was unmade and her jeans and shirt were on the floor. Messy didn’t seem like her to him and he was getting even more anxious by the second until he heard a noise coming from the bathroom. He walked over to the door and rested his head there to try and decipher the noise.  He heard the lyrics to his song “Houstatlantavegas” and relaxed when he realized it was just Nicki singing. Then realization hit. She was singing his song. His heart warmed as he continued to listen to her melodic voice sing the chorus.

“And she dance to this song. And she dance to this songgggg, and it go “Hey na na, watch her go down.” Whoaaaa.”

He was so lost in her voice and the fact that she was singing his song that he mindlessly let his body go and leaned all of his weight on the slightly open door, making it open all the way.  

“OH.” He huffed as he hit the floor face first.

The sudden commotion knocked Nicki out of her reverie.

“WHAT THE FUCK!? WHO ARE…DRAAAAKEEEEE!?!?!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGGGG!?!”

He could barely answer her. The surprise and impact of the fall knocked his senses a bit off, and it didn’t help him at all when he realized what she was doing. She was sitting in a full, gold, round bathtub, surrounded with gold lit candles of a warm vanilla scent. His mind spun in circles at the scene he was taking in. Nicki sunk lower into the water so he couldn’t see her bare body.

“DRAKE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?”

“Wow. Um, Nic… I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, eyes down, trying not to invade her privacy more than he already was. “I was looking for you cause I hadn’t heard from you in hours, so I was just checking to see if you were okay and when you didn’t answer your phone, I got nervous, so I came to your room, but you didn’t answer, so I tried the handle and it was unlocked, making me more nervous, so I came in and you weren’t anywhere, so I checked in your room and then I heard you from the bathroom singing and I…was about to leave, but I slipped. He couldn’t let her know that he was listening to her sing. She might get upset, he thought. He couldn’t keep his eyes away from her any longer, so he looked back up at her and lost his train of thought. She. Looked. So. Perfect. The gold candles illuminated her already warm, brown skin. Her hair glowed in the light and the water just covered her chest, making his mouth water.  She snapped her fingers, pulling him out of his trance.

“Drake! I said are you okay? You fell pretty hard and you’re still on the floor.” She said, making a worried, but confused face.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” He tried to get up, but lost his balance, falling back on the floor with a spinning head.

“Drake!” She exclaimed.

“Ahh, I’m fine. I just… give me another minute.”

“No, just let me get my towel, I’ll help you up.”

“NO.” He said, a bit too loud. He wasn’t ready for her to get out of the tub yet. The image was too perfect. He had to make it last longer.

“What? Why?”

“Because… You were probably relaxing so well before I came in and interrupted everything. Just relax and pretend I’m not even here.” She blinked twice at him before answering.

“Um… There’s not much relaxing I can do with a 6 foot 2 man lying on my bathroom floor.”

“Oh.” He said, feeling dejected. He tried to get up, but failed again, cursing under his breath.

She could tell how embarrassing this probably was for him, and how much he wanted to stay, so she humored him, trying to deny the fact that not only was she humoring him, but herself as well. She didn’t want him to leave.

“Buuuuuut, that same man’s voice was just playing on my speakers, so I guess you could stay.” She said, winking at him. He throbbed and cursed himself for putting himself in the position he was in. Nicki had a direct line to his pants. He prayed she couldn’t see anything and tried to twist himself forward to hide his problem.

She turned her music back on and the last chorus of Houstatlantavegas played. She laid her head back and hummed along to Drake’s voice. Despite the fact that he was awkwardly lying on the floor as the music played, she still felt quite relaxed. Nothing relaxed her more than the sound of his voice. She played him every night to help her fall asleep and whenever she needed to relieve stress.  Houstatlantavegas ended and Cece’s Interlude began. Her body flushed with embarrassment as she realized that her Drake playlist was on, and nothing but his songs would play.

“How ironic that this song would play.” He thought to himself as the lyrics “All night I’ve been staring. Can you tell I want you?” played loud and clear through the speakers. He wondered if she noticed the same thing. She was still in the middle of trying to get over how embarrassed she was when he questioned her.

“So you like my music, huh?”

“More like love.” She admitted.

“Really? Why?”

“Of course I love your music. What do you mean why? Do you hear your voice and the things you’re saying? How could anybody not love it?”

He smiled. “Well, your voice goes great with mine. Almost like they were meant to be heard together.”

She ignored his indirect comment and went back to what she was doing. She replayed the song and sang along to his lyrics, eyes closed, head back, exposing more and more of her chest not covered by the water.

“That’s when you start to laugh…Sayin’ I just want what I can’t have…Won’t even give me a chance…Claiming I’m just not as serious as you.”

He sang the next line.

“Shawty, if you only knew. This is serious.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. His face was serious, but gentle. She decided it was time for her to get out of the tub.

“You might want to close your eyes.”

“Why?” He questioned as she reached for her towel.

“I’m about to get out.”

“Oh, okay.” He said as he laid his head back on the bathroom rug.

“You don’t have to, though.” She said. But by the time he looked up, she already had the gold towel wrapped around her body. He looked back down, cursing himself, yet again, for missing that. She giggled quietly and stepped over him and out of the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” He questioned as she left.

“To put some clothes on, boy.”

He started to get up.

“No, stay there.”

“What?”

“Just stay there.”

She walked to the drawer holding her underwear and pajamas and pulled out a pair of pink boy short underwear, a black bra, a pair of black leggings and a pink tanktop. Drake’s line of sight allowed him to see the gold towel hit the floor, causing his problem to return. He groaned and rolled over, flat on his stomach.

“You’re weird.” She stated as she reentered the bathroom, fully clothed. She walked to where he was and laid down next to him.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh.” She put her finger to his lips and stroked the side of his face.

He was at a loss for words. What was she doing?

“Relax.” She stroked his ears and ran her fingers up and down his neck.

“It’s a bit hard to do anything with you touching me.”

“Why? You’re always touching me. Hugging me and kissing me on the cheek every chance you get. Why can’t I touch you?” She asked, moving her hands away from his face.

“No, Nicki, no, by all means you can touch me as much as you want to.”

“Pauz.”

“You know what I mean.” He said as he placed her hand back on his face. “I’m just confused as to why you’re actually touching me.”

“When you touch me, why do you touch me?”

“…Because I lo…like you.” He started to use the L word, but caught himself in fear or ruining the moment.

“Okay then.”

“So, you like me?”

“Shh.” She told him again.

She leaned in and gently tugged on his bottom lip.  He let out a low, deep moan and she kissed him. He went all out and pulled her closer, kissed her hard, and wrapped his arms tight around her.

“Mm. Mm.” She said, tapping his nose. She pulled away, sat up, and looked at him. His eyes were full of lust.

“Haha. You’re such an animal.” She leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose.

He laughed and pulled her into a tight bear hug. “Only for you.”

They spent the rest of the night on the bathroom floor, laughing, talking, and reminiscing until they both fell asleep; Nicki’s head nestled into his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her torso.