Now, I sort of got carried away while writing this (which is why its over 5k words) and even decided to scrape it all off altogether but I dont know, I like where it's gone, even if it wasnt what I originaly envisioned. It's sort of tapering off into OOC-ness, especially for Draco with the corniness and all, towards the later half, and I apologize for that, but this IS an AU, so I guess it's forgiven?

Also, there's a slightly lemony (not terribly detailed) portion in the end, I've marked the beginning with a ***, so if anyone's uncomfortable with it, then yeah, you can skip it. It's nothing too bad, but to each their own.

I wont keep you guys any longer, I hope you enjoy this and please review :")

Draco Malfoy was plotting. Although, if you asked him, he would completely deny being involved in any sort of nefarious plans. He wanted to get Hermione Granger alone. They'd been tiptoeing around each other quite a lot in the past couple of months, and he wanted more. If the past two months had been anything to go by, the lust filled glances they threw at each other and all their stolen moments meant much more than either was willing to admit. However, he wanted more and he knew he'd have to be the one to make the first move because if there's one word to describe Granger, it would be stubborn. Plus, he needed to prove that he is actually serious about wanting her, and isn't just treating this as a game.

His lips quirked as an idea struck him. It would be the perfect mix of sweet and sexy. He didn't want to be too corny but he didn't want to scare her away either. He bent his head over the parchment he was holding, scribbling away and hoping everything would go to plan come Saturday evening.


Saturday morning, in the Great Hall, Hermione was sitting at the far end of the Gryffindor Table with Ron and Harry on each side of her. Ron was eagerly putting all sorts of things on his plate, and Harry was slumped over on the table, tired from the early morning Quidditch practice he'd organized. Hermione let out a sound of pity before running her hands through his messy hair, knowing more than anyone how soothing it was for him. She was proved right as mere moments later, Harry almost purred at the feel of her fingers lightly scratching his scalp.

"Hank foo, Mione," His voice came out muffled but she understood him all the same. She merely ruffled his hair in response before picking up a banana with her right hand. She was about to take a bite of the fruit when she caught Malfoy's eye on the other end of the hall. He was looking sinfully delicious, as usual, and his gaze was fixed firmly on the banana that was just inches away from her mouth. Hermione cocked her head to the side before she smirked. She'd been doing that a lot lately, but she could see the appeal in it.

She brought the fruit up to her lips, lips that she knew were stained red because of the cherries she had earlier, and maintaining eye contact with Malfoy, opened her mouth to take the fruit in, tantalizingly slow. Even from where she was sitting she could see the pink tongue that darted out of his mouth to lick his lips, and the Adam's apple bouncing up and down as he swallowed. She winked at him and turned to the side, effectively ending their little game, deciding to leave him wanting. She was about to reach over for a pancake when a voice startled her.

"So that's why you've been so different lately," Harry was looking thoughtfully at her. She didn't even realize when her fingers had slipped out his hair, or even that he was observing her little….interaction.

"Wh-what do you mean, different?" Her hand immediately went up to smooth her hair, not noticing a triumphant look growing on her best friend's face.

"Oh, don't try that with me. I may be as oblivious as a brick most of the time, but even I notice when my best friend turns into some sort of sex goddess overnight." He raised an eyebrow at her, noting the deep flush that spread over her cheeks, nest and chest. A chest that was partially visible through the three unbuttoned buttons.

"Sex goddess? What even, Harry, that is a terrible exaggeration," She tried to hold onto her 'I'm completely innocent' act, knowing it was of no use now but yet unwilling to stop.

Harry shook his head, hair flying everywhere, "Come on Hermione, don't insult me that way. One night you patrol the corridors alone, and the next day-yes, I noticed when it started, don't look so surprised- your clothes are different, you've started using makeup and you're practically glowing with confidence. It's nothing bad, heavens no, I'm actually glad to see you like this, but I'll admit, I was wondering what brought it on. Now I know." He shot her a small smirk, surprising her.

Hermione contemplated the options she had. On one hand, it seemed like they weren't as sneaky as she had thought if even Harry was able to pick something up, and she couldn't keep playing the ignorant card anymore. On the other hand, she was genuinely worried about how her best friend would react if he knew the true extent of her feelings, which she had recently admitted went deeper than the playful flirting they engaged in. The animosity between Harry and Malfoy was well known and she couldn't imagine something like this going over well with her best friend.

She decided to own up. It would come out one day. Better he heard it straight from her than the infamous Hogwarts rumor mill that was worse than the Daily Prophet on a bad day at reporting facts.

She cleared her throat and said, "Yes. Something did happen that night."

"Something that involved a certain blond ferret, Mione?" The knowing look he sent her way removed any doubts, and hope, she had that she would get out of this safely without revealing any identities.

She could only nod and Harry must've seen the panic that shot across her face because he hurriedly added, "Calm down Mione, I'm not going to challenge him to a duel or kill him in his sleep just because both of you have something freaky going on. I might not like him, and let's be honest who does?, but I know you're more than capable of handling yourself."

She visibly slouched in relief before leaning forward- she was sitting completely sideways on the bench now, her waist pressing against the table- and wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, trying to convey how thankful she was at his unconditional acceptance of whatever it was she had going with Malfoy. Harry gladly returned the hug, before pulling back.

"One question. You ARE being careful right? I don't need to give you the cauldron and the wand talk, or teach you the necessary spells do I?" He was definitely smirking at her now, amusement glinting in her eyes.

"HARRY!" She shrieked, successfully attracting the attention of half the Gryffindor table, who looked curiously at the pair of them before putting it down as one of the weird quirks of the Golden Trio. Well, Duo, at present time, seeing as the third member of their little group was stuffing his mouth with what seemed like….cream covered bagels? Hermione shook her head.

Harry laughed at her, flicking her forehead and dodging the hand that flew to smack his chest. Still laughing he said, "Why were you so worried anyway? I mean, yeah, I know I'm not his biggest fan but I'm not the bodyguard you should be worried about." He shot a very meaningful look at the redhead on her right. She had to admit he was right.

"Well, yeah. But I don't know. I'm not so sure myself about what's happening. I didn't want to say anything until I had figured it out myself. Didn't count you being so uncharacteristically observant though," She looked at him suspiciously, making him laugh again.

"Miracles do happen, Mione. And did you really think I wouldn't notice anything with the way you two were eye-fucking each other just now? Because damn, I was surprised something didn't spontaneously combust at the sheer heat in those looks."

Hermione flushed again, wisely deciding not to answer as she turned back to her forgotten breakfast. However, just as she was about to pick up a pancake, she was interrupted. Again. She huffed in annoyance. Was she not allowed to eat today?

This time, it was a standard brown owl, with a letter tied on his left leg, which was held out for Hermione to open. She shot a confused look at Harry, who mirrored her expression, and untied the folded piece of parchment, offering a piece of bacon to the owl, who sniffed at it and gobbled it down in one bite before flying away.

Amused, Hermione unfolded the parchment. Neat, elegantly written words met her eyes. Her eyebrows shot up as the words actually registered in her head.

Dear Granger,

Would you honor me with your enchanting presence tonight at 8 pm by the Great Lake?

Too cheesy? Thought so too, but what can I say, a girl as lovely as you must be treated in an appropriate manner. (She could almost feel the smirk he must've had on his face while writing this)

You needn't worry about dinner, I've something prepared. Don't worry, I won't poison you.

Bring a swimsuit, I think you'll appreciate what I wish to show you. Beyond what I've actually prepared, those words are open to interpretation.

Waiting for the clock to strike 8,

Your humble admirer (I promise I'll make up for all this sappiness tonight)

A hand came out of nowhere and grabbed the parchment in her hand, and through her shock, she registered Harry's disbelieving snort. A second later, righteous indignation and the slightest bit of mortification flowed through her as she realized that Harry had most probably read the contents of the letter.

She rounded on him, "Just because you're not making noise about this, does NOT mean you get to read something as private as a letter, Harry James!"

Harry, at least, had the grace to look slightly guilty as he handed the parchment back to her, "Sorry, Mione. Didn't know it would be the Ferret propositioning you." She let out a squawk of protest at his choice of words.

"Sorry, but you know it's true. Something prepared for dinner, he has something to show you? Come on, those are classics straight out of '12 Fail Safe Ways to Charm Witches," He saw her raised eyebrow and gulped, hurriedly adding, "No-Not that I would know anything about what's in that book, since I've never read it. You know me better than to believe I would willingly read crap like that."

Hermione merely raised her eyebrow higher, not believing his words for a second. She turned to the Slytherin Table and was slightly disappointed to see Malfoy had already left.

Oh well, she would be seeing him that evening, and she had already picked out the swimsuit she was going to wear. She was definitely not going to make this easy for him. An evil smile curved up her lips at the thought.

"You know Mione, just a piece of advice, best friend to best friend. Please don't ever smile like that if you want to capture anyone's heart, blond Ferret or otherwise."

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"


Draco pushed himself off the beech tree he was leaning against, dusting his hands, as he saw Hermione walking towards the Black Lake. She was dressed in a simple purple top and a short black skirt that showed off her toned legs.

As she stopped in front of him, he bowed deeply, holding a hand out as he drawled, "My lady."

Hermione snorted, "You're such a dork, Malfoy." But she placed her hand in his, nonetheless.

"I am going to ignore what you just said," He very maturely stuck a tongue out at her.

He then dropped her hand and started taking off his clothes before being predictably interrupted by Hermione, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Why, I thought we were going to have dinner. Of course, if you don't want to….." He trailed off, smirking.

"Malfoy! I meant, why are you undressing? I do want dinner, but I wouldn't appreciate chocolate dripping in awkward places when I do," She raised her eyebrows high.

Malfoy, for his part, did not stumble, "But of course. Did you really think we would be dining in the nude? That would be...incredibly gauche. That's why I asked you to bring a swimsuit along. You did bring it right?" He squinted suspiciously at her, not seeing anything in her hands.

Hermione merely smiled at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and deciding to play along, swiftly pulled the purple top she was wearing over her head. Then she quickly reached down and pulled the black skirt down, throwing it carelessly at the base of the tree. She untied her hair from the bun it had been in the whole day, shaking her head to free the curly tresses. She looked up to see Malfoy looking at her, jaw slack and lust shining in his grey eyes.

In front of his eyes, Hermione transformed from a slightly awkward schoolgirl to a gorgeous vixen. Her chest was clad in a white strapless...thing that only barely covered her breasts. The white contrasted gorgeously with her tan skin. She wore plain white bottoms that to Draco resembled the underwear Pansy often wore when she sneaked into his dorm. Of course, Hermione's was way sexier than the frumpy thing Pansy wore.

"Wh-What are you we-wearing? Aren't you worried someone would catch you?" He cursed himself for stuttering, hoping she wouldn't say anything.

"Why, are you scandalized, Draco?" She stepped forward until she was nearly chest to chest with him. "Never seen a girl in a bikini before?" She trailed her finger down the skin exposed by his unbuttoned shirt. He shivered under her touch.

"It'll be such a treat for you, then, this evening, wouldn't it?" Her fingers tightly gripped the waistband of his pants, her other hand coming up to pop the button open. Draco could do nothing but stand motionlessly as her deft fingers quickly unzipped his pants and he could feel the rough fabric sliding down his legs as a gust of cool air swept over them and suddenly she wasn't in front of him, but her mouth was right….there and Draco felt like all the air had gone out of his lungs and he couldn't breath as he felt her blowing air out of her pretty little mouth, her cheeks hollowed and he imagined her in that position in a different location with no clothes separating them and no dinner waiting for them and certainly no chance of anyone interrupting them. He could feel himself growing and it was only the thought of the evil smirk on Hermione's face that would tell him he lost, again, that gave him some semblance of control and he forced his erection down. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he grabbed hold of the smirking witch currently kneeling at his feet, looking dangerously tempting as she did, and pulled her up to her feet.

Hermione stumbled slightly as she was pulled up, the smirk never leaving her lips as she did so. She looked at Malfoy's flushed face and had to stop the laugh from bubbling out of her. He looked adorable! She was hoping for exactly this reaction when she wore her bikini. Of course she had one pieces, but after seeing the scandalized expression on Molly Weasley's face when she had seen a bikini she quickly deduced that they were NOT something that was common in the Wizarding World. Another one of their weirdly traditional quirks, she had assumed then and moved on lest she give her best friend's mother a heart attack. Even Ginny had been shocked when she accidentally walked in on Hermione trying on a bikini her mother had sent her one day. Intrigued, but shocked.

She shook herself out of her thoughts when she saw Draco had regained his control and had already stepped out of his pants, neatly folding it and placing it at the base of the tree. He turned to her and offered her his hand once more. She placed her hand in his without any hesitation, for some strange reason she trusted him. There was also the wand she had strapped to her thigh that provided another level of comfort.

Draco held onto her soft hand firmly, leading her towards the edge of the lake. As soon as he could feel the water beneath his toes, he turned to her and said, "There's a secluded corner a bit further. It's something I discovered when I wanted to...get away. We have to swim to get there, though. Are you up for it?"

Hermione cocked her head to the side, looking like a tiny puppy as she did so, and slowly nodded.

A genuine smile lit up his face as he took in her acceptance and he turned to walk further into the lake, his hand never leaving hers.

Hermione shivered slightly as her feet touched the cool water. It was just the right temperature but the slight breeze in the air made it seem much colder. However, she was used to swimming in ponds and lakes ever since she was a child so the temperature of the water didn't really matter to her. She never knew you could swim in the Black Lake, or she would have done it a long time ago. But, looking at the pale blonde beside her, the slight smile on his lips and the playful glint in his eyes, she didn't think it was allowed. Strangely, that little fact didn't bother her. If anything, it excited her. She shook her head again, she seemed to be doing that a lot lately, and noticed that she was now almost neck deep in the water.

She felt a tug on her hand and looked to her right. Malfoy nodded to her and taking a deep breath, let go of her hand and brought his own together to swim forward. Instead of immediately following him, she just stood there for a minute, looking at him, taking him in. His strong, sinewy arms cut easily through the water in powerful strokes, his pale skin glinting in the moonlight. His eyes were closed even when he came up for air, as if he knew the place by heart, which, she reasoned, was very much possible if he had discovered it like he said. He looked...peaceful, for lack of a better word, when he was swimming. Suddenly, he stopped and look back at her, shaking his head in an attempt to shift the hair plastered on his face, sending droplets of water everywhere. He raised his eyebrow in a silent question, asking her she was just standing and she cursed herself for staring at him like a lovestruck fool and immediately swam to where he was.

Together, they swam for what seemed like ages, but was only maybe five minutes. Their movements were in sync with each other, and far too soon than what she would've liked, her feet touched the hard ground again and the feeling of peace and weightlessness disappeared. Beside her, Draco was running his hands through his hair in a useless attempt to neaten them, only managing to stick them up at various angles.

She laughed and stepped closer to him, "You know, you look remarkably like Harry with hair like that." Her hands were quickly working the rebellious strands into a more appropriate position, years of dealing with Harry having prepared her for this.

"There's no need for such insults, Granger," Draco scoffed.

Hermione shook her head ruefully. Those two would never get along, regardless of what she did.

She stepped back from him and turned to look at her surroundings, her mouth falling open and a strangled gasp escaping her lips when she took in the surroundings. It was a beautiful little opening, trees growing everywhere but a small patch in the middle. There were fairy lights hanging from the branches, and right in the center, there was a carpet laid out with a picnic basket placed on it. It looked gorgeous and she couldn't help but be flattered that Draco Malfoy had done all this just for her, plain old Hermione Granger.

She whirled around to see Mal-Draco, she corrected herself- standing there with a hesitant look on his face that was strangely endearing. She realized a moment later that he was worried about how she would react and considering she hadn't said anything, it made sense that she was worried.

Draco stayed back as Hermione stepped up to check what he had prepared. He was uncharacteristically nervous. Usually, he was nothing but confident with girls but he realized that Hermione Granger was a girl of much higher standards than some cheap wine and a scratchy bed. They were enemies from the first moment he'd seen her, unwillingly, yes, but enemies nonetheless and never had he imagined he would be doing something like this for her. Fate, however, liked to mess with him and here he was, mouth dry, palms sweating as he waited for her to say something.

Suddenly, a blur of brown curls and tan skin and white strips launched at him and his sweaty palms were clutching warm skin and his arms were full of witch. He felt something incredibly sweet on his lips and his eyes automatically drifted close as he felt muted fireworks in his entire body. There was a slow burn starting at his navel and spreading warmth throughout and he decided there and then that he never wanted to lose this, this feeling of completion that filled him.

Draco Malfoy smelt like fresh parchment and caramel and something that was slightly spicy and completely him, Hermione decided as her lips moved furiously against his. She could feel his large hands sliding down from her back to cup her butt and she moaned involuntarily as she felt the warmth radiating from his palms. Her hands tangled in the fine blond hair at the nape of his neck, pulling almost painfully so. Suddenly, his mouth left hers and she gasped as she felt air entering her lungs again. Soon, though, her lips trailed down to his neck, biting and sucking as she did so. He groaned, the sound reverberating deep in her belly, and she bit harder, wanting to hear that sound again. She wasn't disappointed. After a minute or two or a hundred, she pulled away, inspecting her handiwork. Bright, angry, red marks littered his previously unblemished skin and she pressed one last kiss to the one just above to his collarbone before untangling her legs from his waist. As soon as she was a safe distance away from his intoxicating presence, though, she felt a fierce blush creeping up her body. What had gotten into her? She had seen the little clearing, and all the effort he had put it into it, and it seemed like something had took hold of her because a

Draco's head was spinning. One minute his senses were assaulted with vanilla, the next he felt a hot mouth at his neck and then just as quickly the weight in his arms disappeared. His eyes slowly fluttered open to see Hermione standing in front of him, her fingers fidgeting with the white straps on her hip and her whole body flushed. He looked at her for a minute longer and a huge smile creeped up his face. He took two steps forward and wrapped his arms around the startled witch, arms easily circling her tiny waist, shoulders bending down to her height. He felt her arms slowly wrap around him, her confusion easily palpable in the silent night. He lifted her up, ignoring her surprised yelp, and twirled her around. After a second, Hermione started laughing and soon after, Draco's deep laughter followed as well.

She didn't know where the sudden mirth and playfulness came from, but she certainly wasn't complaining. It was nice to see this side of Draco, she mused. When he wasn't sneering and spitting out racist slurs, he was actually not bad. In fact, he was someone she could see herself growing to like. He was the perfect balance of ice to her fire, and though surprising, she would try to make the most out of it, because well, if there was one thing the Wizarding World had taught her, it was that life was too short to wallow in the past and its miseries.

She felt herself being gently lowered and she was panting from all the laughter and she could see Draco bending over in the same way and she was happy.

She was happy.

It was a shocking realization and one that should admittedly have scared her, and it would have, if she hadn't accepted the fact that this was coming.

It was this knowledge that Draco Malfoy made her happy that propelled her forward to take his hand and pull him forward towards the waiting picnic basket, "Are we just going to stand here and laugh our asses off then, Malfoy? Because I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry."

He nodded as they reached the carpet, his chuckles ebbing away. He sat down cross legged on the soft silk carpet, bending forward to open the basket. A variety of foods followed; the classic sandwiches, at least four different types cut into triangles, pasta salad, chicken wraps, frozen chocolate strawberries, mini pies, lemon tarts and that was just what she could identify. There were other dishes that she could vaguely recall seeing, but never bothered to learn the names of.

She looked up in surprise, "Did you make these?"

His right hand went up to scratch the back of his head as a light blush dusted over his cheeks, "Just the dessert. I like baking, and I hope they're good, but I'm completely hopeless at any other sort of cooking. Baking was something mother and I did together before I went to Hogwarts. It was a nightmare trying to let the elves hand the kitchen over to us, but it was worth it in the end when both of us were covered in flour and sugar and father would walk in, shake his head exasperatedly and walk away. The first time it happened, his jaw actually dropped. I don't think I had ever seen father lose composure like that ever before." He laughed as he reminisced and Hermione wondered how it was that the moonlight hit his face just right and made him look even more angelic. She blinked at the sudden thought that invaded her thoughts and cursed herself for drifting off like that.

She immediately took one of the lemon tarts and a moan escaped her when she took the first bite, "This is pure heaven, Draco. 'You hope they're good'? They're fucking orgasmic!' It was her turn to blush now as her actions, and words, registered and she ducked her head.

Draco laughed at her admission and took a grilled chicken sandwich for himself. He leaned back and watched as Hermione fumbled her way through the tart that was crumbling in her hands and wished they could stay like this forever. Having fun, no mention of his idiotic past and actions, none of HER idiotic friends making eyes at her and glaring at him. This was what he craved. Well, this and some naughtiness but he was sure he'd get that.

As their highly enjoyable dinner came to an end, they had gotten to know each other quite well by then. Contrary to what she had previously believed, he wasn't in fact a stuffy old Slytherin. He had a very dry sense of humor that could very easily go over your head if you weren't used to it. He preferred solitude to people, and therefore the Slytherin dorms were highly convenient for him, since each student got their own room. Something that made Hermione highly envious as she wished for some peace and quiet when the other girls in her dorm became too much for her. They were having so much fun that they even forgot their state of undress after a slightly awkward beginning where they couldn't keep their eyes off each other. Soon, though, they finished dinner and the basket was vanished was Draco, leaving the two of them stealing glances at each other.

After a minute or so of the not quite comfortable silence, Hermione was the first to break. "Oh fuck this," She breathed and almost pounced on the startled blond in front of her. He fell backward, luckily not too hard, and her legs straddled his waist.

"Both of us know why we're meeting here today, let's not pretend like awkward preteens, yes?" She mumbled against his lips, one hand cupping his neck and the other exploring his bare chest. She only got a growl in return, the vibrations travelling down her entire body, as he flipped her so she was the one on the ground and him on top of her. He propped himself up with one hand, fingers tangling in her curly mane. The other was rubbing circled on her exposed hip, leaving a fiery trail behind them.

After a through session of just making out, he decided to take it a bit further and his fingers hesitantly crept towards the straps holding her-bikini?- top together. He fumbled with them for a minute, unsure if he should go forward, which was slightly ridiculous because kissing her down there in a Potions class out of all places should, by all accounts, be worse, but this was strangely more intimate and he didn't know if she would approve and as he was working himself into a panic of whether he should do this or not he felt a smaller hand over his own and suddenly his palm was touching warm skin instead of fabric and he looked up to see Hermione gazing at him with a mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes and it was the way she bit her lip that did him in and Merlin help him, but he couldn't help himself as he ducked his head and caught a dark nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly, eliciting a delicious moan from the curly haired witch who was currently nestled in his arms, arching her back.

His other hand went up to cradle the other breast, a subconscious, detached part of him noticing how perfectly it fit into his hand, as if made just for him. His fingers alternated between flicking and pinching the hardened nipple, as his mouth continued its sucking and biting on the other side.

Hermione was in bliss. Her eyes were closed and she found that the silence and lack of sight only heightened the pleasure that was coursing through her body. In the middle of the haze that covered her mind, she vaguely recognized that she was doing next to nothing and firmly pulled herself back. Her hands, which were hanging uselessly on the sides, quickly moved over Draco's well defined chest, feeling the impressive ridges and the even more impressive v that she could feel by touch alone. Her fingers came in contact with a trail of soft hair, and she subconsciously licked her lips in anticipation. Her left hand was running over his hard upper chest and her right hand trailed over his swimming shorts which were quickly tenting under her ministrations. She massaged the impressive muscle she could feel under her fingers, before quickly pulling the shorts down, wanting to experience the real thing without pesky clothes in between.

Draco's eyes opened wide and he swallowed hard when he felt small fingers traipsing over his chest and…...downward. He hadn't dared to hope, but he couldn't stop the groan from rumbling in his throat when those same fingers wrapped around his length, slowly pumping him. He lifted his head from the valley between her breasts, and looked at Hermione, before kissing her hard on the lips. Her hand stuck between the two of them, him still on top of him. After a minute though, Draco gently unwrapped her fingers from his length and spread her legs.

He looked up at her, feeling her slightly stiffen as he slid down, "I won't if you don't want me to."

She could see the sincere expression on his face but the lust overshadowed it dammit she wanted this so she nodded her consent and sat back, waiting for the explosion of fireworks that she was sure that talented mouth would bring with it and she wasn't disappointed when a minute later she felt something wet and hot on her nether lips and she couldn't quite help the way she sucked her stomach in and clenched her fists as the pleasure changed to a fiery wave from the throbbing hum it had been. She could feel his tongue working wonders down there and as her fingers fisted in his hair, pushing his face further into her, she wondered if anyone had ever thought that one chance meeting and sudden spurt of bravado in a empty corridor would ever lead to this.

And as his tongue flicked her swollen clit just right, she exploded around him and the white spots flashed on her eyelids as she rode out her orgasm, wishing it would never end.

However, all good things come to an end and when she was coherent enough, she looked up to see his face shining with her juices but a smug grin on his face and she sat up and pushed him down, climbing on top of him, "Your turn, big boy." She gave him a firm squeeze to emphasize her point.

And as their passionate cries mingled in the night together, the only thing that went through their minds was how this definitely wasn't a one time thing, and how glad they were that their little game had come to such a pleasurable end.

So this will be the last chapter (part?) to this. This is actually the first time I've managed to finish something that wasn't a one shot, even though it started as one. Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed, followed and favorited this, you guys helped more than you could imagine :") Here's to hopefully more multi chapters, and longer multi chapters in the future.