Isabelle sighed as she looked out the window, feeling depressed.

Ratigan had to go out of London to see some connections and had been gone for a month. Isabelle missed him; she missed his voice, missed his kisses and she missed talking to him. She missed everything about him.

She sighed again, thinking of how he used to hold her after they made love. She then felt a small tingle go through her body, making her realize she also lusted for him.

Her eyes lit up when she got an idea to resolve her problem.

Isabelle stood in Ratigan's room, wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts. She then sighed as she laid on his bed, inhaling his scent; a mix of brandy, mint and his own masculine scent. She moaned as she wrapped herself in his sheets, feeling aroused by his scent.

One of her hands went down her stomach, touching her folds while the other fondled her breast. She started to thrust her fingers inside of her, already feeling wet.

"Padriac...oh, Padriac." she moaned, wishing he was the one touching her. His fingers were much bigger then her and were much more skilled.

"Hah... hah..." she breathed out, her fingers moving faster, "Padriac."

She moved faster, her fur becoming matted with sweat and her body quivering.

"Padriac...Padriac...Padriaaaacccc!" she screamed a she came on her hand, her body going taut with her orgasm. She fell back to the bed, breathing heavily as she closed her eyes.

"God, I wish you were here." she whispered.

"And what if I am, my dear?"

Her eyes shot open and looked at the doorway, seeing Ratigan in his outdoor wear, looking at her with a look of lust and amusement. He chuckled when he saw how dumbfounded she looked and quickly sat up.

"H-How long were you there?" she sputtered, making him smile as he walked in, closing the door as he hung his hat and cape.

"Since you started moaning my name." he said, sitting next to Isabelle, who looked very embarrassed. He noticed with a quirk of an eyebrow that her hand was still in his shirt, which also surprised him. He gently grabbed her wrist and gently took out her hand, seeing her fingers were wet with her juices. He groaned and put them in his mouth, sucking on her fingers.

Isabelle blushed as she watched him hungrily suck on her finger, her body tingling with arousal again. She saw that there was a growing bulge in his pants; he was just as aroused as she was.

He finally released her fingers and licked his lips, looking at Isabelle with a lustful gaze.

"I missed your taste." he said groaning, making Isabelle moan and jump on top of him, smashing their lips together. The action startled him, but he responded back with equal fervor. He growled as he kissed her harshly, pushing her down to the bed. They were slobbering into each others mouths, saliva coming out from the sides of her mouth. Isabelle pulled back with a growl.

"Dammit, take me now!"she yelled, making him growl possessively as he ripped her shirt opened, letting him see her body. He then reached down and unzipped his pants, letting his hard-on out. He got into a sitting position and pulled her into his lap, but Isabelle was too impatient and she impaled herself in him. She cried out and Ratigan grit his teeth.

He threw her back to the bed and started pounding into her, reveling in her slick tightness, wanting her so badly. Isabelle grabbed the sheets, throwing her head back in passion.

"Padriac, Padriac!" she screamed , making the rat growl possessively.

"Do you have...any idea how long I wanted this?" he growled, "How long I had to wait?"

Isabelle didn't seem to hear him as she met his thrusts. Her body then started to shake, her eyes widening.

"Padriac...I-I-" she started to say, her worlds not forming as she moaned. Ratigan grabbed her hips and thrusted harder into her.

"Cum." he growled. "Cum. Now."

Isabelle's body then went taut and with a throaty scream, she came in long pulses and her vice-like grip on Ratigan made him give out a loud growl, cumming hard in her. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily with her.

"Padriac...take off your vest. Its itchy." Isabelle said, making Ratigan notice that he still had his clothes on, he even had his shoes and jacket on. He slowly took himself out of her, nearly groaning as Isabelle whimpered at the empty feeling. He quickly slipped off his clothes and laid next to her, while she shed off his shirt. Isabelle quickly cuddled next to him, sighing happily as she nuzzled his chest.

"I missed you." she whispered, making Ratigan smile as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

"So did I, darling. So did I."

AN: Another smut chapter, also inspired by boredom. So, here Isabelle misses Ratigan, in a rather naughty way. But he catches her and gives her something that they both want. They will be another part of this, with Ratigan missing Isabelle.

Anyway, enjoy and comments are loved! I don't won Ratigan, just Isabelle!