Drake Walker Appreciation

And what an ass it was! It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed it before, it was just that before she’d been more focused on his pecs and abs. She also had never seen him in anything quite as tight and revealing as the yoga pants he’d purchased at the counter before class began.

She was having a lot of trouble focusing.

When the instructor gave the signal, she reluctantly pushed up into the correct pose, replacing Drake’s ass with her feet in her field of vision.

She spent the rest of the class trying to not be obvious about where her attention was focused.

When the class ended, Drake stalked toward the water cooler while she watched him go, ignoring whatever Penelope was rambling about.

“He has a nice ass, doesn’t he?” A voice whispered in her ear.

“Shit! Max! What are you doing?” Kiara nearly fell over.

“Sorry, I was trying to be quiet,” he chuckled, “didn’t think you’d want everyone to know you were checking out Drake’s ass.”

“What? No! I mean, I wasn’t!” heat flamed across her face.

Penelope stopped talking about poodles to interject, “Oh, but I thought you said he had the best ass in Cordonia and that you would lick whipped cream off his-“

“Penelope! That’s enough!” Kiara screeched in mortification.

“Everything okay over here?” the instructor had come to see what the commotion was about.  

“Oh, ah…” Max stumbled over his words a little under the scrutiny of the smoking-hot yoga instructor.

Adam Winchester was the real reason Max had been going to hot yoga three times a week.

“What’s happening?” Drake asked as he walked back to the group with a cup of water in his hand.

“Nothing!” Max blurted out, “We were just admiring your ass!”

“What? No!” Kiara shook her head frantically from side to side in denial.

“Don’t be weird, Beaumont,” Drake lifted the cup to his lips completely unperturbed.

“No, I know we’re just friends. I’m not hitting on you, I promise. I’m just saying-“

“So, you’re gay?” Adam interrupted.

Max blinked, “What?”

“What?” Adam held his hands up in front of him, “It’s just a question!”

“I am gay…and you?”

“Gay as fuuuuuck,” Adam smiled at him enticingly, “Can I get your snap?”

“It’s whatskraken, but like the squid… let me spell that for you…..”

Kiara, Drake, and Penelope rolled up their mats as Max flirted with the instructor.

“You do have a nice ass, Drake,” Penelope chirped as they headed for the door.

“….thanks…”

“Mon Dieu!” Kiara cursed softly under her breath.

“What was that?” Drake glanced back at her as Maxwell caught up to them at the exit.

“Nothing!” she squeaked as they exited the studio.

Less than five minutes later, Penelope’s poodle obsession had separated her from the opportunity to have lunch with Drake. She sighed as they walked back to her car.

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Ava had been a little disappointed when her fiancée insisted on a quiet, low key 29th birthday.

"I just want to enjoy some time alone with my girl." He'd told her

But it was the first birthday of his that they were celebrating as a couple. Drake had pulled out all the stops for hers a few months earlier and Ava had been ready to return the favour, however he had been adamant. 

In the end she managed to win a small comprise out of the most wonderful but stubborn man she'd ever met, and he’d agreed to an intimate meal with just two of their closest friends, Liam and Kiara.

But that part was the plan for the evening.

In the meantime, they were going hacking together out in the Cordonian countryside, which was why she was up at the crack of dawn preparing Narishka. 

She was just finishing with adjusting the stirrups when she heard him approaching with Lonestar.

"Ready?" He asked with a smile. 

"Yup" 

She followed as he made his way out from the barn, then after mounting, they went on their way.

It was a perfect day for this, despite it being the middle of July, the heat wasn't overly harsh. The trail was laden with trees and led them up through the hills, Drake leading the way, Parts were a little steep, but they kept the horses at a steady pace, pausing at one point to let them stop and drink. 

"I've been wanting to do this trail with you for a while." He admitted. "Just never got around to it, I guess."

"It is beautiful." She looked out at the mountainous view that was peaking through the trees. " Looks never ending though!"

He chuckled. "It'll be worth it, trust me."

She regarded him tenderly. "You know I do."

She watched as he scooped some water from the perfectly blue stream and splashed it over his face. He was in his element here, nothing made him happier than being out in nature, But she loved it too, spending time with him like this, learning new things and making memories. 

They soon broke into a clearing and Ava looked around at the rugged, hilly Mediterranean landscape in awe.

“We’re ready for a jog over here. You coming?”

She turned to face him, and he gave her a smirk before letting an eager Lonestar canter off. Narishka took off after them without Ava even having to prompt her. She enjoyed the rush of wind that whipped past her and the smoothness of Narishka’s elegant gait. 

After a few minutes, they came to a stop, Drake quickly dismounted before catching Ava as she slid down from her own mount.

“Come and look.” He told her. He then took her hand and led her forwards to where the hill dropped down, revealing a massive lake below. Beyond that were more hills and mountains as far as the eye could see.

“Wow!”

” Impressive huh!” He smiled and went about unpacking their saddlebags that contained a blanket as well as food and drink. Together they set everything up and made themselves comfortable while the two horses began to graze contentedly. 

Once they’d finished, Ava led next to Drake, resting her head against his chest  as they enjoyed the serenity of their surroundings. 

It was a good several hours before they began to make their way back and Ava immediately started on the food for them and their two friends. Drake stayed out of her way. If she wanted help, he knew she’d ask, but she usually preferred to be left alone. 

He went out into the backyard to play with the dogs, while she remained in the kitchen. They both kept an eye on each other, exchanging smiles and laughs through the window until he eventually came inside to make coffee, setting one down for her too before heading to the living room.

Ava busied herself with the meal, and the dessert. She was looking forward to the evening get together, even though it was small. 

It was then her phone began to ring. She put the stirring spoon down and quickly washed her hands before answering, only to be greeted with a dial tone.

“Coño!” She looked at her phone to see who it was. ‘1 missed call. Kiara’ it said on the screen. She wondered what she wanted, was she going to be late for the meal? Had something come up?

“Babe?” Drake called out from the other room.

“Just a minute!” She hit the call button, but it was engaged and a few moments later a voicemail notification popped up.

Drake then appeared in the doorway. “Come look at this.”

“Uno momento, Kiara’s trying to get hold of me.” She looked up at him as she held the phone to her ear to listen to the message. He was stood leaning against the door frame with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Salud!” Kiara’s stressed voice came through the phone, along with shouting in the background. “Unfortunately, we won’t be able to make it tonight. Je su…” A loud noise in the background cut her sentence short. 

“An merde!” I will call back and explain later.”

The line clicked dead and Ava looked down at her phone in confusion and disbelief. She heard Drake chuckled. “Lemme guess, Liam and Kiara cancelled?”

“Yes” Ava confirmed, still confused. “How did you know? What’s so funny? Why are you being so weird?”

He motioned with his head for her to follow, and she did so. He led her to the living room, where the TV was on and showing a serious looking news anchor.

“Apparently, the attack happened when the president was golfing at his Mar-a-Lago and had been retrieving his ball from the edge of a pond. Witnesses, who were out of the line of sight, report hearing a splash and a shout. They rushed to the scene, but there was no sign of the commander in chief except his red baseball cap that he had been wearing.” Brian Thomas, reports from Mar-a-Lago.”

Ava stared at the screen dumbfounded. “What, the?”

Another sombre news anchor appeared on the screen, stood outdoors with palm trees behind him.

“Thank you, Rachel. Yes, this happened just a little over an hour ago, we’ve not yet heard confirmation on whether the president’s body has been recovered from the water. Now there is speculation that an alligator had been seen on the grounds as recently as yesterday, but the reports are conflicting over the size of the animal, some saying seven ft long, others claiming ten. This will mean however that Mike Pence will be sworn in as President, and he is apparently on his way to the resort now.”

Ava’s jaw dropped. “No me diga! Is this for real?!”

“Yup! This is turning out to be the best birthday ever”

“Wow!” She pursed her lips, trying to remain serious. Someone had lost their life in a horrific manner and was leaving behind a young son. She wasn’t sad, though, in fact after everything he’d done, she wasn’t even sorry. 

Still, she was confused. “But,” She began. “ This doesn’t explain why Kiara and Liam cancelled on us.”

“Sure dose! The palace is now in mourning. No one from the royal family is allowed to take part in social events during a mourning period.”

“Oh! So does Cordonia do this every time a foreign leader dies?”

Drake shook his head. “Nope!”

“So why then?”

“Because Connie insisted on it.”

Ava rolled her eyes, she might have known. 

“Sad to lose his fuck buddy no doubt!” Drake quipped.

She sniggered. “Behave you!”

“What? It’s true. They were fucking!”

“They were not!” She laughed

“No, seriously, they were!”

She looked at him, half smiling. “Oh yeah, then why were they both married, to women?”

He shrugged. “Guess they both wanted to have their cake and eat it. Either way, hardly anyone knew about it.”

“And you did?” She looked at him skeptically.

He grimaced. “Yeah, but not through choice!”

“What do you mean?” 

“I overheard them once, they were going at it in Connie's office.”

Ava gasped. “Ay no!”

“Tell me about it! I will never unhear it for the rest of my life!”

She stared at him, hand over her mouth, half horrified and half finding it hilarious. 

“Now, can we please change the subject before I lose my appetite?”

“Okay!” Ava turned and made her way back to the Kitchen, her head reeling from the bombshell. There was no way she would look at Connie the same way ever again!

Ok..

So the idea for this came about when my co-worker made an offhand comment about Trump being eaten by an alligator when he was mentioned in a news story that came on the radio as we were working... Then my brain then went

Then I remembered a comment @burnsoslow made once in a response to something I'd written

omg I bet Trump and Connie are FUCKING please write this

So here we are. This one is for you, burns . Wherever you are, I really hope you see this and get a kick out of it. Miss you! Xxx

“Luna,” Selena called over her shoulder as she swiped another smudge of hot pink icing along the finished cake. “You know you’re not supposed to be there.”

The feline in question huffed a meow before jumping off the counter. She bumped her head annoyingly but affectionately against her calf before slinked off to where her brother, Salem, sat watching (stalking) their mistress as she decorated the cake. Selena glanced up and caught the identical looks of longing in their jade eyes staring out from their round furry faces, their black coats shining so brightly in the late afternoon sun.

“Nope,” she said, waving her mini spatula at them, blowing away one of the curls that managed to escape her messy bun. The cats’ eyes trailed after the pink icing on the end, both cats sneaking a tongue out to lick their chops. “This kind of icing is not for kitties.” They trilled at her softly. Her heart melted. “Stop being so adorable.” They trilled again, and she rolled her eyes. “Dammit! Fine!” She set the spatula to the side and grabbed the small bakery box that Luna had been trying to sneak into. She pulled out two of the mini cupcakes specially made for cats. The cats immediately bounded over, meowing over each other and moving around her ankles until she set their treats on the floor. “Just a taste!”

A key turning in the lock on the front door alerted her to an unannounced arrival. She stood up immediately in surprise, ready to hit the security button underneath the countertop of the kitchen island when she saw her husband’s familiar face peering at her. She screamed. Both cats and her husband jumped nearly a foot in the air.

“Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!” She desperately tried to block the cake with her hands and small spatula.

Drake slapped a hand over his eyes. “Jesus Christ! Stop screaming!” He nearly dropped the tote bag in his hands.

“Sorry! Sorry!” she said, voice still loud but at a more acceptable volume. She reached down and petted her two cats, who had resumed eating their treats once they realized that no one was going to get attacked. Less than a year after her stalker had been caught in their house, the little family was still recovering and getting used to feeling safe in their home again.

Drake blindly shut the door behind him while still holding a hand over his eyes. “It’s okay, Darlin’. You didn’t get the security alert?”

Selena looked at her phone and saw that she still had it on Do Not Disturb. She saw the alerts that indicated that Drake had arrived at the front gates to their property. “Whoops!” She blushed and quickly turned off the setting. “Still on work mode. Sorry, Sweetheart.” She blew him a kiss but saw that he still couldn’t see. She picked up her spatula to put the finishing touches on the cake she had spent all afternoon baking and decorating. She glanced up every so often to admire her husband. He must have showered and changed out of his work clothes at the beach house he and his crew were currently renovating. His t-shirt was a pristine white, and his blue jeans looked clean, soft, and faded. After a year of being married, she still found him to be deliciously distracting in all of the best ways. 

“Can I look now?” He shifted on his feet.

“Wait!” She exclaimed. “30 more seconds.” She grabbed the black gel icing and carefully applied clusters of black dots and dashes around the cake. The cats meowed their way over to Drake, and she watched as he carefully bent over to greet and pet each one while still keeping his eyes covered. She smiled and set her decorating supplies aside and pulled out the dessert plates and forks.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Her smile widened to a grin when he dropped his hand and looked with surprise and slight confusion at the cake. “Surprise! Happy Anniversary!” She skipped around the kitchen island and grabbed his hand to pull him closer.

“Our anniversary isn’t until next week.” He let her push him gently onto a stool, eyeing the rather pretty, but extremely. . .feminine cake. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss on his temple. He turned his head and finally took in his wife’s appearance. Her long curly hair was barely contained on top of her head. Her amber eyes were excited as they gazed at him with so much affection that he could never doubt her love and loyalty towards him. She had pink icing smudged on her cheeks and arms. Her black tank top appeared to have a dusting of powdered sugar. Her cut-off jeans shorts were soft and hugged the curves of her hips and thighs. He snaked his arms around her and pulled her in for a proper kiss. “Hello.”

“Hey there, Corazón,” she said. She snuck another kiss on his nose. “It’s the anniversary of when we set the date.”

“Ahh,” he said, remembering. “You know I’ve never seen Riley plan an event as quickly as she planned our wedding. A one-week engagement is absolutely unheard of in Cordonia.”

“Eh, she loved it,” Selena shrugged. “It was good practice for her. Planning events under pressure and all that.” She moved to grab the knife to cut the cake.

“Wait, I have something for you,” he said, holding out the tote bag.

Surprised, she took the bag. “I thought you didn’t remember it was an anniversary today.”

Drake rubbed his neck, his warm brown-eyes meeting hers sheepishly. “I didn’t. I just thought you would like those.”

“Awww,” she said, peppering his face with kisses. “I love ‘Just Because’ gifts.” She opened the bag and exclaimed, “Oh how beautiful!” Inside stood a small vase with a bouquet of peonies in different shades of pink. She pulled the vase out carefully and placed it on the counter beside the cake. “Awww, they match the cake! How did you know?”

He laughed, “I didn’t. I saw them and thought you would like them.” He paused and turned another interesting shade of pink very much like the flowers and cake. “And they kind of reminded me of that pink lacey set you wore that day when we set the wedding date.”

She squealed and clapped her hands, “Ah ha! You did remember! Even if it was subconsciously. It still counts.” She threw her arms around him and hugged him again. “Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart!” 

He hugged her close shaking his head. “Happy Anniversary, Darlin’.”

She pulled herself away and gave him the knife. “You do the honors.”

Drake eyed the cake again and chuckled to himself, “It’s a very. . .pink looking cake.”

“Too girly for you, Walker,” she asked, eyebrow raised. “No, I’ll eat it, but I’m just wondering why you made it so feminine.”

She nudged him, “Maybe I remembered my pink lingerie, too. Shut up and cut the cake. I think you’ll love the inside.”

He smiled at her cheek but followed her instructions as he careful sliced a piece and set it carefully on a plate. “Wait,” he said, taking a good look at the cake. It was a chocolate double layer cake with what appeared to be white filling and. . .was that cookie crumble? No, graham crackers? “Is that. . .?”

Selena clasped her hands in excitement. “It’s a s’mores cake! Chocolate cake with a marshmallow and graham cracker filling and marshmallow icing.” She took a fork and cut a piece so that he could get the chocolate cake, filling, and a bit of icing and held it out to him.

The widest and sweetest smile flittered across his face as he took in the morsel on the fork and the way she practically vibrated with her excitement. “You made me a cake that tastes like a s’more?”

“Well, I sure hope it does,” she laughed, the cake shaking precariously on the fork. “Taste.” She held the fork closer to his mouth expectantly.

He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re amazing.” Ignoring her scoff, he took the bite. His eyes fluttered shut as the cake practically melted on his tongue. The marshmallow and graham cracker filling swirled with the chocolate. He groaned and snatched the fork out of her hand to take another bite of the slice. “Oh my God, I love you so much!”

She laughed as she watched him enjoy the cake. He insisted on feeding her a piece, and she found herself moaning at all the different flavors. “Fucking hell, that actually tastes really good.” She grabbed her own fork, and they devoured the piece before cutting another one and eating that one as well.

“Dinner?” she asked.

“Cake,” he answered, smiling when she snorted a laugh and cut a third slice. They split that one too.

Their cats began to whine and twine their way around their ankles. Selena rolled her eyes and gave them each another mini cupcake. One with pink icing to match the s’mores cake. Drake chuckled and prepared to cut a fourth slice, when Selena stilled his hand and set the glass lid over the cake on its stand.

“Wait,” she said, eyes twinkling with mirth. “I have one more surprise for you.”

“Hmmm?” He hummed, question in his eyes. He watched as she pulled off her black tank top, revealing a very familiar hot pink lacey bra. His eyebrows shot up. “Wait. . . is that from. . .?”

“Yep, the same as last year.” She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “And I’m wearing the matching thong.”

He immediately grabbed her around her waist and tossed her over his shoulder. She shrieked a laugh as he carried her up the stairs towards their bedroom. Their cats stared in astonishment.

Selena held her finger up and said, “You two behave. No more cake.” They meowed in response and moved over to their cat tree by the window.

In the bedroom, Drake kicked the door shut so that they wouldn’t have a feline audience and gently laid Selena down on the bed. He crawled on top of her, caging her in with his arms. Her cheeks were flushed as pink as the icing on her cake, and her eyes danced. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, kissing the freckles across her cheeks and nose before planting a soft kiss on her rosy lips.

“For what?” she asked, her voice breathless.

“For the cake.” He kissed just behind her ear. “For remembering things like the day we decided to get married.” He kissed along the slope of her neck. “For being so kind, sweet, and generous to everyone.” He pressed a kiss on her shoulder. “God, for loving me and our little furbabies the way you do.” He pressed a kiss just over her heart. He held himself higher on his elbows to meet her eyes, smiling when he found them filled with tears. “And for not giving up and for loving life, your life, our life, so much despite the craziness of the year. I love you so much.” He leaned down and captured her lips with his.