Cameras pt.5

The sunlight broke through the window, shining right on Drake’s face, causing him to wake up. He was bewildered for a moment and a force of multiple emotions knocked him into realization.

“NICKI!” He shouted to himself in his head. He turned over, expecting to see her there, but she wasn’t. His heart sunk.

“She left. Damn.” Another idea occurred to him. “No. She wouldn’t do that. Wow. I must’ve been dreaming. Best dream I’ve EVER had.” He sighed and fell back into the pillows, throwing the cover over his head, letting out a long sigh.

“What is wrong with you?” A voice said to him from the door.

He poked his head up from under the covers. “Nicki!?”

“Um. Yes. Who else would it be?”

“Ah, nobody, nothing.” He shook his head, trying to get himself together but to no avail when he actually saw her. She still had on his OVO tee, but something was missing. His sweatpants were gone, a pink thong in their place. She noticed his staring.

“Oh. Sorry. It got hot last night and I don’t like sleeping in clothes anyway. You’re lucky I kept your shirt on.” She said, forgetting who she was talking to.

He shook his head again, at a loss for words. She was in his bed in a pink thong and his tee shirt and he slept through it.  He cursed himself internally.

“I cooked. Hope you don’t mind.”

“No, no I don’t mind at all.” He cursed himself again for sleeping through her cooking in his tee and her pink thong. He got up and sauntered to the kitchen. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the room.

“Eggs?”

“Omelet. Spinach.”

“Ooh. Yum.” He got a plate and dug in. The flavors enveloped his taste buds, causing him to let out a low moan of satisfaction.

“You like?”

“Nic.”

“What?”

“This is heaven. Heaven.”

She laughed and walked over to him. She took his fork.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh.”

She picked up a piece of the omelet with the fork. “Open.”

He obeyed her order and opened his mouth. She slowly brought the fork to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it and pulled back slowly.

“Damn.”

“Mhmmm.” She walked over to the couch and waited for him to finish.

“So, what are we doing today?”

“You’re staying?”

“If you want me to.”

“Of course.”

“K, so what do you want to do?”

“Are you speaking in terms of leaving the apartment, or…?”

“Not necessarily. We can if you want.”

She made a face at him. “What do you wanna do!?”

“Alright, alright. Hmmm.” He thought of somewhere he could take her.

“Studio?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to go to the studio?”

“What for?”

“Just to go.”

“Hm. Alright. I need to shower. I don’t have any clothes though.” She made a pouty face.

“I have a sweatshirt you can wear and just wear the leggings you came in.”

“Okay.”

“There’s towels and everything in the bathroom.”

“Okay.” She winked at him before running to the bathroom. He laughed and shook his head as he headed to his other bathroom to shower. He reentered the living room and plopped down on the couch to go over the past day in his head. He didn’t get too far.

“Drake?”

“Coming.” He got off the couch and walked into his room, expecting to see her ready and dressed. She wasn’t.

“What’s u….oh.” She was wrapped in one of his black towels, hair dripping and all.

“The sweatshirt I’m supposed to wear, where is it?”

“Oh. My bad.” He walked to his closet and pulled out his favorite OVO sweatshirt with the owl on the front. He walked back over to Nicki and stood real close to her before setting it on the bed, all 6 feet 2 inches of him towering over her. He reached for her towel and she looked up at him.

“Don’t play.”

He laughed and walked out of the room.

“Hurry up, slow poke. “ He said as he left.

“Okay, I’m ready.” She entered the living room with his sweatshirt on, black yoga pants and no shoes. Her wild curls framing her face as they had the night before.

“Shoes?”

“I have a pair in my car, I’m not wearing heels with this. I refuse to look ratchet, regardless of the circumstances.”

He laughed. “Okay. Up you go.” He said as he turned his back towards her.

“Up I go?”

“Yeah. You don’t wanna walk outside with nothing on your feet do you? So, hop up here.”

She hopped on his back. “To the Barbie Bentley!” He carried her out of his apartment and to her car. He reached for the passenger door handle.

“Uh uh.” She shook her head.

“Why not?”

“Too conspicuous. We’re taking your car.”

“Fine.” He said, disappointed. He was looking forward to driving with Nic in her Barbie Bently.

“Aww, boo. I’ll take you for a spin when we get back.” She winked at him and headed to his car. He opened the door for her and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Who’s studio are we going to?”

“Mine.”

“Will anyone be there?”

“Nah.”

“Okay.” She turned up the radio and sang along to all the songs she knew as he drove them to his studio.

“We’re here.” He got out, walked over to her door and waited for her to hop out before heading into the studio.

“Well, this is my studio.” Drake said, flipping on a few lights.

“Kay, let’s get down to business. What did we come here for?”

He shrugged. “Do you wanna throw something together?”

“I’m down. Something like what?”

“Do you wanna start from scratch or do something like a remix?”

“What’d you have in mind in terms of a remix?”

“Eh. Anything.”

“Okay. I wanna get on Shut It Down.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. But, I wanna sing.”

“Ohhhhh? Okay.”

“And I wanna make it real sexy. Like, mad sexy.”

He blinked at her for a minute. “Well, damn. Go ‘head.”

“Okay!”

She stepped in the booth and put the headphones on.

“Do you need a pen?”

“Nah. I’m just gonna sing over it for a minute. Do you have a version without The Dream?”

“I sure do.” He pulled it up for her and she closed her eyes to get into the music.

She matched her alto voice to his voice and sang along to his adlibs.

“Run that back.” He played it back so she could hear it.

“What do you think? And don’t give me any BS, I want your real opinion.”

“It’s working.”

“What’s working?”

“The whole sexy thing you were going for. Our voices sound sexy together.” She laughed and signaled him to play the track again. She adlibbed over his verse, ran it back, sang his verse over him, and added her own verse to the track. By the time she was finished, a masterpiece had been created and Nicki’s attempt at sexiness had worked well on Drake. He had his eyes locked on her in the booth. Her monster like recording skills on top of the way her voice sounded on top of the things she was saying had him turned all the way on. He put the newly finished track on repeat and walked into the booth with her. He stood behind her, pushed her hair to one side, pressed his lips to her shoulder, and planted kisses all the way up to her ear. When he reached her ear he lightly grazed it with his teeth, causing her to shiver. She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, reaching up to kiss him.

“Let’s go back to your place.”