[Alright gang, I know you've been impatient for Draylor - I have been working hard on this one, so I hope it satisfies! Please share your thoughts.]
Drake looked carefully for spying eyes before he slipped cautiously into the chemistry lab as the other students headed to the cafeteria for lunch. He did not want to draw undue attention to his location, in case the wrong people heard about his sudden (and out-of-character) interest in science.
Especially if they realized it was not chemistry he was thinking about at all, but biology.
He called her name softly as he opened the door to the chemistry closet, trying not to let his own anticipation get the better of him. It seemed unfair that the only one who had ever been able to match him sexually was this wisp of a human girl. He rounded a set of shelves and found her waiting with a flirty smile. Her bright eyes were so inviting, he felt the corners of his mouth curl up despite himself. Taylor's smile broadened and she stepped into his embrace, her mouth rising to meet his gently.
Drake felt himself reacting to Taylor the way he always did. His body betrayed him yet again; he had come here to tell her it was over, and instead he was lifting her effortlessly in the air as she slipped her legs around his waist.
"No!" Drake stopped, pulling back. "Taylor, no." She looked first surprised, then hurt, and despite himself Drake kissed her lightly on the nose. He set her down and walked away, trying to calm down.
"Look… What is this, exactly?" he finally asked. He wouldn't face her; there was no way he could keep his dignity if he did.
Taylor laughed in understanding. She was not going to let him do it this way; he wasn't about to end things with her and not even look her in the eye. If she had her way, he wouldn't be ending it at all. She reached out and gently entwined her fingers in his, pulling him around to face her.
"For now, it's whatever you need it to be," she answered with quiet confidence. Taylor knew her own assets well; she tilted her face toward Drake, letting her dark eyes peek up at him through thick lashes. He sighed and cupped her face in one large hand, trying to understand exactly what he needed "it" to be.
"My life isn't simple," he tried again, speaking with urgency as he stared down at her. "There are so many things I can't talk about… things I can't talk to anyone about. If you weren't a human, it would be different, but how could we ever work, out there?" he asked her painfully. Taylor had not expected this much honesty. She knew she needed to be honest, too. It might be her only chance.
"People make a lot of assumptions about me, and a lot of them are wrong," she began. "They think I'm cold and unfeeling, but when you have parents like mine, you learn to develop a thick shell. It's good protection against being hurt." Drake leaned in closer, despite himself. He hadn't expected this. "You know, I haven't let myself cry since I was 12 years old, can you believe that? …But …I'd really like to try letting someone in… if you think you can handle it," she murmured. This time, it was Taylor who turned away.
She hadn't meant to reveal quite that much, but his face as she spoke was so sincere, so open and inviting. "If not, just tell me. I'm fine with us just having sex, though, too - either way," she added, turning back to him with a brittle smile.
Drake said nothing at first; he just stared sadly at her. "Taylor, you deserve so much better than just sex," he finally growled before wrapping his arms around her protectively. "We'll find a way to make it work," he promised her quietly as he rested his chin atop her head. Her lips were slightly parted, allowing her warm breath to float gently over his collarbone. Drake slid his fingers along a stray lock of her hair, twisting it absentmindedly around his fingers as he wondered how they had ended up like this.
The human Queen Bee and the Atrian bad boy – two lost souls in an ocean of misunderstanding, ignorance, and fear – held each other tightly, each surprised at the prospect of rescue coming in this unlikely form.