Cameras pt.6

They rode home in silence. The anticipation had both of them in deep thought. Drake’s anticipation of finally getting to make love to the woman he loved, the woman he loved for years. Years and years of dreaming and it was finally coming true. He was ecstatic. Despite his happiness and anticipation, he was nervous. Thoughts of not being able to satisfy the one person he’d wanted to satisfy the most and the way things would turn out afterwards circulated through his mind.

“No. Positive thoughts. That’s it. You’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Positive, Aubrey. Positivity.”

Nicki’s anticipation was made up of feeling those feelings again. The feelings of love making and the feelings of being with someone in such and intense state. It’d been so long since she’d felt those feelings. She was glad that it was with Drake. Being with him made her see that she did in fact have feelings for him. Everything was falling right into place. She was nervous about some things, but she decided not to focus on them.

“Finally, Onika. It’s been soooooo looooonnnngggggg. And it’s with him. Drake. Aubrey. Those big arms and that build. Lawd. Tonight is going to be perfect.”

She closed her eyes and started to picture everything, but her imagination was interrupted by Drake. His voice was deep yet quiet.

“We’re here.” He got out of the car, walked to Nicki’s side, opened her door, and lifted her out of the car, cradling her to his chest. She looked up at him and he tried to look down at her but couldn’t. His nerves were getting to him. She stroked his face as he unlocked the door and walked them in. He finally forced himself to look down at her and speak.

“You sure?” He didn’t even have to say it. You could feel the tension in the air. It spoke for itself.

She shook her head yes and reached for his lips, kissing them gently and getting more intense with every touch. He shifted her in his arms so that her legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck.  He moved them to the couch and laid her down. She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in close. They both reached for each other’s shirts at the same time, making both of them giggle. Being a gentleman, he let her take his shirt off first. She ran her fingers up and down his abs, making him shiver. The chills gave him confidence and he pulsed forward, planting an intense kiss on her neck. She moaned and let her eyes close, taking it all in.  Adrenaline pulsed through Drake’s veins. Nicki could feel it. As soon as she felt it, her mind immediately jumped.

“CONDOM. WE NEED A CONDOM.”

He jumped, a little startled. “Oh, uh, yeah. Hold on.” He headed to his room and opened the drawer, searching for that gold square.

“FUUUUCCKKK.” He erupted from in his room. Nicki hopped up, worried, and ran to his room.

“What’s wrong, babe!?”

Her term of endearment almost put his anger out, but not quite.

“I’m out of fucking condoms.”

“…So we’re not gonna do this?”

“What!? No, we are.”

“Not without a condom.”

His heart sunk.

“Are you serious!? Go to the gahtdamn CVS and get some!” She yelled at him.

“Oh, shit! That’s right!” He ran to the living room, grabbed his car keys and ran to the door, then ran back and kissed Nicki before he left. She laughed and pushed him away.

“Go, go! Hurry up!”

He ran towards the door in a rush.

“Wait, Drake your shirt!” She picked it up and ran it over to him. He took it, kissed her once more and ran for his car. She smiled to herself and sauntered over to the kitchen to find something to do. From the corner of her eye, she saw something glisten. There sat Drake’s wine collection in a gold case in the far end of his kitchen.

“Wow. He has it in a case. That boy is crazy about his wine. I still don’t see what is so good about it.”

She walked over to the case and eyed his selection, about to head back for the couch when something caught her eye.

“Ooh! Pink wine. Yummy.”  She opened his case and grabbed the bottle of Pink Yellowglen, hoping he wouldn’t mind. “This has to taste good, it’s pink.” She got a wine glass and poured just a little. “Hmm. Not bad. A little bitter. Let’s try again.” She poured a little more into the glass and threw it back. “Woah. Strong. But it’s good.” She filled the glass again and took another swig…and another… and another until the bottle was only half full.

By the time she was finished, she was all mixed up. She spoke aloud now, slow and slurred. “Woah. Woah. Woahwoahwoahwoahwoaaaaahhhhh. That was…that was delicious.”  She twirled her way over to the couch, falling backwards with a “Woooohhhh!”

“Wheeeereeeeee is Drizzy? Whereeeeeeee is Drake? He needs to get back so we can…so we can….” She trailed off in search of something that rhymed with “Drake”. “Ohhhh, whatever.” She squirmed on the couch and fell off just as Drake walked through the door.

“Woah!”

“Nicki?”

“It is I, the Onika Marajjjjjjj.” She exaggerated the ending in her name.

“What the hell?” He walked over to her, picked her up and sat her on the couch. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing baby, I missed youuuuuuuu.” She reached up for him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted her lips right on his. As soon as they kissed he could taste the wine on her lips.

“Were you drinking?” He questioned her in a bewildered tone.

“Ummmmmm. Un poco.” She put the tips of her pointer finger and thumb together and looked up at him with an adorable smile, exposing her deep dimples.

“Wow.” He looked over to his kitchen and saw the evidence.

“Shit.” He sat down on the floor in front of the couch and just looked at her.

“What’s wrong, zaddy?” She said, batting her eyelashes.

“I can’t have sex with you, Nicki.”

“Whaattttt!? Why noooootttttttt!?”

“Because you’re drunk.”

She sat for a minute, confused.

“Soooo, because I’m drunk…you can’t fuck me. Why not?” She said in a saddened tone, letting her chin drop.

“Because I can’t take advantage of you like that.”

“Buuuuuut we were gonna do it before, so why not nowwwww?”

“It’s not the same.”

“Buuut…” He cut her off.

“Look, Nic I’m kinda tired, can we just go to bed?”

She looked at him, trying to figure him out. “Okay, lets go.”  She hopped off the couch and bounded to his room, stopping when she realized he wasn’t following her.

“Come on.”  She motioned for him to follow her.

“Um, nah I’m gonna sleep out here tonight.”

“Oh. Okiee dokieee then.” She continued to his room, not really feeling anything just yet, just a little confused.

Back in the living room, Drake was lying on the couch, upset.

“Just as things were about to start, something fucks up. I don’t get it. Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen.” The thought was too much for him to think about, so he just closed his eyes and attempted sleep.