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‘Take a Breath- Part 2′ Drake x MC fan fiction

Thank you to everyone that read part 1! I love reading fan fiction, I love that someone has created something with characters you love, and filled the ‘moments in between’. So this is attempt number 2 for me at fan fiction. Just FYI, I’m VERY new to this, and spend most my real life in a toddler-induced sleep deprived state, so there’s plenty of typos etc.

Parts 1 and 2 were written as I personally felt that after the scene in the Beaumont study and the interaction between Drake and MC at the coronation ball, SOMETHING must have been happening!?! There is so many things that they needed to acknowledge, both together and mentally. So this is my take on how things went down. It’s a bit angsty but how can it not be? As much as the last chapter of TRR annoyed me, at least we can hopefully have a guilt free option in Drake in book 2.  I hope you enjoy.

Rating: M

I don’t own the characters, but I wish I owned Drake

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Drake

Tears cling to her lashes, and I can hear her sharp intake of breath as she processes my declaration that yes, that night where we gave into the passion, and pressed as close as we could clothed, meant everything. And nothing. As she exhales, I see the moment she registers that nothing can change, and her eyes harden with resignation. I raise my hand, and gently wipe the tears away with my thumbs and pull her close, saying a silent goodbye in my head. My chin rests on her hair, my stubble teasing it into an even more untameable mess. Her theatrics from flinging herself on the bed earlier have loosened her signature front plait, and I find myself absentmindedly combing my fingers through the ends. The light scent of her shampoo teases my senses and I know that saying goodbye to her will stay with me forever, never knowing what could, and should be. 'It's not enough, is it Drake?' she sighs. She knows there's no response either of us will like so I just pull her closer, keeping silent, savouring the feel of her delicate frame enveloped in mine. It's cruel that she fits so perfectly, our bodies moulding to accommodate the other so naturally. 'I messed up bad tonight, I can't think how to fix this'. I feel the tell tale signs of sobs beginning to quake her shoulder until she suddenly jerks away, straightens up and wipes her face carelessly on the back of her hand. The tears held back make her eyes glitter, and I feel like I can actually hear, not just feel, the snap as a piece of me breaks away and attaches itself to her, to Riley forever. She's never looked more beautiful, in grief she's utterly heart-breaking, hair astray and her minimal makeup washed clean from her face. 'I know that you think this can never happen between us, and I know why, but I need you to understand one thing.' She looks to me, waiting for my permission for her to continue. I nod, there's not a lot more I can bring myself to do at this point. 'After the meteor shower, I knew. I knew that Liam would never have the effect that you do on me.' She takes another breath, calming the tears that are threatening to leak, and I'm helpless to do anything but wait for her to regain her composure, both willing her to stop, yet needing her to finish.

Riley

'I nearly left that night, but I stayed, I had a plan!' I laugh bitterly, not finding the situation or the naivety of my past self remotely humorous. 'I've distanced myself from Liam ever since, hoping that he will choose another, and we would be free to explore what we are. I didn't see any other way you would consider us an option'. It made sense to me at the time. If I didn't actively compete, how could he possibly pick me over the others? I've maintained eye contact with Drake the entirety of my little speech, knowing this is goodbye, but needing him to know that I chose him. Needing him to know that it's all been for him, and that until my ridiculous stunt at the spa, I was never playing games, that maybe even my plan would have worked. His face has softened, his mouth agape, the usual walls in place having slipped as he processes my words, my declaration. All of a sudden, he closes the gap between us, cradling the back of my neck in one hand as he lowers his mouth to hover just in front of mine, and I place my palms on his broad, defined chest, anticipating his next move. It's intoxicating, like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing how close you are to the next step being your last. 'Tanner, what are you doing to me?' he mutters, prolonging the moment. Impatient I make the choice, and the rest of the journey to his lips, myself. We start slow, exploring each others mouths gently, teasing, tasting, savoring each kiss like it’s the last. My hands roam his chest, his back, his arms, god his arms, their definition alone inflaming my desire further. He is much more hesitant, sticking to my hips, playing it safe, holding back, always cautious, afraid I'm more breakable than I actually am. I bite his lower lip, needing more and I feel him thrust into me in response. He groans, and my body arches into his with a cry, attuned to his wants. We're no longer thinking, just being, as if its only us in the world. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his back, pushing his hardness closer, aching at how ready he is for me. 'Tanner! You need to slow down.' his eyes are closed, and I cant help but push myself against him again, eliciting a throaty rumble from him. He lowers me down, and I'm vaguely aware I'm perched on the antique dressing table, not caring as trinkets hit the floor in a domino fashion. He trails kisses down my neck, and finally, finally one of his hands makes its way up to my breast, under my dress, massaging firmly until he pinches one of my nipples. Pleasure rips through me as I hiss, my hips buck, and legs widen, giving him unspoken permission to move closer, my body completely under his control. I'm delirious, I'm panting, and internally begging him to continue. We're still fully clothed, and I've never been this turned on in my life. I start to tug at his waistband, undoing his belt, wanting so much more with every touch, and I start to lower his trousers. Then he abruptly stops kissing me, and steps away. 'What the hell Drake?' I'm breathless with pure need, for him, all of him, mind body and soul. 'I can't Riley, I want to, I mean, fuck, I want to. Do you even know what this is doing to me right now? To stop, well now'. I see him adjust himself in his trousers and I let out a frustrated squeak. 'Talk about blue balls!' I mutter. 'Liam could still pick you Riley! Hell, I think he will, I mean, you spent tonight with him!'. His voice breaks, and he begins pacing, looking everywhere but me. I'm regretting smashing the only bottle of whiskey, knowing that I could definitely do with one after his speedy change of heart and the reminder that more than one set of lips have been on mine tonight. The moment our connection was broken, the uncertainties of the situation came rushing back into the room to play. 'What do I do then Drake? Do you want me to marry him? End us? Or be my dirty little secret?' his face pales, sickened with the idea of being unfaithful behind Liam's back. I have to admit, I'd only thrown it in to try and reiterate the gravity of the situation if I married his best friend. Any moral compass I thought I possessed was obliterated around Drake.

Drake

My stomach clenches at the thought of being 'the other man' and betraying Liam like that. There is literally no outcome in which we can be together without destroying Liam. Urghh, I feel utterly disgusted with myself and I resume my pacing, knowing there's only one outcome I can live with, and therefore I force myself to say what needs to be said, finally pausing to look at her directly so she believes me. 'I care for you Tanner, but this has got too messy. I don't want what you want, I don't want marriage, to settle down, I don't want you like that.' I almost choke on the lie and I see her reel in shock and disbelief. 'Listen, about what's just happened, I'm attracted to you and we have a similar background, but that's all, it's not worth breaking hearts over. That's why I stopped…that. You're in deeper than me, I don’t want to use you.'

That's not why I stopped at all, I broke our encounter before I fell for her any harder than I have, because with Riley, a taste would never be enough. My body and my actions were beginning to betray me. I held back because I would have ended up making love to her, and I'm not sure I understood the difference between that and sex until we nearly took that step. I also know if we had crossed that line, I'd never be able to let her go, ever. I need her to believe my lies, I've hardened my gaze, dug out the scowl, and put the walls back up, because her continuing as Liam's suitor is the only way we have any chance of getting out of this mess hurting the minimal amount of people. 'I don't…I don't believe you Drake' she stutters, and the resolve I'm holding on to is wavering as her gaze attempts to penetrate my armour.I look away. 'What you should believe is that Liam loves you far more than I ever could, and he want's to give you the world. Going to the coronation and carrying on as normal is the only option'. She turns her back to me, and picks out some nightwear from the dresser, studiously ignoring me for several minutes, until she begins to head to the bathroom. 'It's been a long night Drake, maybe you should just leave now.' I nod stiffly, and make my way to the door. Every step away from her is agonizing. All I want to do is hold her, touch her, mark every inch of her as mine. I want to memorize every freckle, caress every smile with my lips, I want to call her mine.  

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