Author's Notes: There's quite a few chapters of this still to post so I hope you aren't getting bored :) I'm looking forward to hearing what you all think of the ending!

Chapter 17: Bath

On Wednesday he was in the bath, eating an apple as he let the hot water soothe his aching muscles and tired mind. He felt relaxed and content. The only downside to his mood being that on Friday he was going to have to return to the nightmare that was his home and what distressed him most about that wasn't that he might be there but that Isabelle definitely wouldn't.

He'd only had her back for a few weeks; he didn't particularly want to let her go again.

His thoughts shifted to a much more pleasant track as he took another bite of his apple and recalled the sex they'd had just yesterday. It had been unusually slow for them, full of kissing and touching and in the end Isabelle had had three extremely satisfying orgasms, which Draco was rather pleased with. He grinned to himself and closed his eyes, letting his spare hand drift to his cock as it twitched at that memory.

He stroked lazily, not really intending to get himself off in the bath because Merlin knows he didn't want that floating around in his bath water, but enjoying himself all the same, when the door opened and he snapped his eyes open, releasing his grip and raising his eyebrows at Isabelle.

"Honestly, can't I get any privacy around here?" he drawled, gazing straight at her as her eyes flicked over his naked body.

"Nope," she said flippantly, kneeling down besides the bath and grinning lazily at him, "Enjoying yourself in there?"

"Yes thanks," he said, eyeing her and wondering exactly what was on her mind. She had that mischievous glint in her eyes, the one that usually meant she was planning something. To distract her he offered her a bite of his apple.

She grinned, and bit into the fruit, causing Draco to wrinkle his nose as the juice started to run down his hand.

"Messy Isabelle," he whined, holding it out to her as she swallowed the piece she'd bitten off. In response she plucked the fruit from his hand and grabbed his wrist, licking away the trail of juice, trailing her tongue right up to the tip of his finger and then unexpectedly sucking the whole digit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the end.

Draco hissed, because that gesture had sent a spike of pleasure right down his spine to his hips.

Distracted as he was by her ministrations, because now she was running her lips up and down his finger and he was contemplating whether it would feel even better if he tried to get her to take another one into her mouth as well, he didn't notice that she had slipped her hand into the bathwater until her fingers wrapped around his cock and she gave a gentle tug.

"Mmm Isabelle," he murmured, leaning back and suddenly not really caring what ended up in his bathwater. He let her continue for a while before he tugged his fingers away from her wicked mouth and instead started to undo her blouse buttons one handed.

"Don't you think this would be much better if you got in here with me sweetheart?" he asked, smirking up at her and then attempting to start on her skirt fastenings when he reached the bottom of her blouse. It wasn't that hard to do because he was quite practised at it now and she let go of his cock to step out of her skirt and knickers as soon as he was done.

Her bra and blouse followed quickly and then she was standing over him, lowering herself into the water, which rose and started to drain down the overflow. Draco was very glad that this was a fairly large bathtub, which gave them more than enough room as she arranged herself on top of him and brought her lips to meet his.

"What are we going to do now I'm in here?" she asked, smirking playfully when they finally broke the kisses.

"You're going to fuck me sweetheart," he said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Really?" she said, pushing herself away from him and standing up, "I've got a much better idea. Sit up and turn around."

Wondering exactly what she had in mind Draco did as she had said, whilst Isabelle sat herself on the edge of the bath, where the raised platform it sat in went all the way to the wall. It didn't take him long to realise exactly what she had in mind and he smirked confidently. He still hadn't done this yet and he had no idea why not. He waited until she had arranged herself comfortably, leaning back on her hands, and then pushed her legs apart, positioning himself in between them.

He kissed softly up one of her thighs, but actually now he was here he wasn't in the mood for teasing. He dropped a few firm kisses over her warm flesh and then sank his tongue between her folds. She was wet, not just from the bathwater, and he lapped experimentally at her folds, relishing finally getting to taste her properly. In response she moaned and opened her legs wider, giving him easier access to her body.

After a few gentle licks he flicked his tongue upwards, over her clitoris, smirking when it resulted in a hiss of pleasure. He repeated the gesture a few times before returning to her slit and pushing his tongue deeper, probing at her entrance and eventually pushing his tongue inside.

Isabelle's reaction was instantaneous, her hips jerked and she clutched briefly at his head, trying to force him deeper, actually hooking one leg over the side of the bath so that he could enter her further. He darted his tongue in and out, sucking and licking at her sensitive flesh, relishing the moans and whimpers that his movements elicited from Isabelle.

As her noises became more desperate he pressed his fingers into her thighs, forcing her other leg up so she was resting it on the side of the bath and concentrating now on teasing her clit, enveloping the sensitive bud with his lips and sucking first gently, then harder as her thigh muscles twitched and tensed under his fingers.

"Fucking hell Draco," she groaned, as he darted his tongue over her sensitised flesh and he tried to hold her legs still, clutching at her skin hard enough to leave bruises. He swirled his tongue around her clit, moving one hand down to push his finger against it, giving him better access as he attacked it again, not letting up this time until she grabbed the back of his head, clutching at his hair so hard it hurt. Another twist of his tongue and she came, a strangled cry falling from her lips as her thighs muscles trembled and jerked next to his head.

He pushed harder against her clit, then as her hand loosened in his hair, he lapped at the juices spilling from her slit, enjoying tasting her more completely than ever before. When he'd had his fill he pulled back, running his tongue over his lips and looking up at her with a wicked smirk.

"That was definitely a good idea," he drawled, looking up into her slightly dazed expression. She was still shaking a little and he felt a sudden surge of protective instinct as he realised that it might not now be entirely from pleasure.

"You're cold," he said, almost accusingly, "Get in here." With a growl he pulled her back down into the bath, forcing her down onto her back and plunging both their heads underwater so they were completely submerged. He let them up after a couple of seconds and wrapped his arms around Isabelle's slim figure, smirking down at her as she swiped the water from her face and grinned up at him.

"Why haven't you done that before?" she asked, reaching up to pull him towards her lips and kissing him briefly, "And when are you going to do it again?"

"Every fucking day sweetheart if you want me to," he groaned as her actions caused their bodies to rub together more firmly and his cock slid over her wet stomach. She tilted her head to one side, as if seriously considering this as a possibility and then slipped her hand down to wrap her fingers around his length.

"What do you propose I do about this?" she drawled, smiling rather seductively.

"I already told you," he said, raising an eyebrow, "You're going to fuck me."

"Oh really, what makes you think I'm going to do that?" She was moving her hand up and down his length with an almost painful slowness.

"Just a feeling I'm getting." He smirked and took her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling gently. She moaned and captured his lips in another kiss as he flipped them over so that he was now lying on his back with her straddling his hips.

He carried on kissing her for a while, because she was damn good at it, licking and sucking, nibbling and biting, her tongue tangling expertly with his as if she'd been doing this for years, not months. Only when he groaned against her mouth, jerking his hips upwards as he clutched onto her shoulders did she move, positioning herself swiftly and sliding him inside her with practised ease.

"Always so tight," he growled, as he felt her muscles envelope him in their warmth. She muttered incomprehensibly in reply and started rocking against him, tilting her hips forwards and whimpering as her over-sensitive clit rubbed against his pelvic bone. Her backwards and forwards motions caused waves in the water, which only got worse as she continued, until they splashed over the side and onto the floor of the bathroom.

Her eyes snapped open at the splashing sound, and when she realised what was happening she grinned, and placed her hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes as she increased the rhythm.

"You feel good Draco," she purred, capturing his lips in a kiss, their mouths wet with the splashes from the warm water. Draco hummed contentedly, looking straight into her eyes as she pulled back from the kiss. Her movements were sending little shivers of pleasure through his body, but ultimately she was the one getting the most pleasure from her rocking, and Draco was surprised to find that he was just fine with that.

Since when had he been so unselfish?

All the same he couldn't wait for ever and when her whimpers had turned into much louder moans and her fingernails started to dig into the skin of his shoulders he grabbed at her hips, forcing her to change her motion and bounce, sliding up and down his cock in a way that forced a choked sound of pleasure from his throat.

She opened her eyes again then and looked down on him, lips curving into a wicked grin as their hips came together again and again. It wasn't as fast or as hard as usual, the resistance of the water made that impossible, and Draco spluttered as the waves rose and the water washed over his face.

Isabelle laughed, even through the pleasure, and as Draco looked at her on top of him, eyes dancing with amusement something snapped inside him. He propped himself up on one hand, looped his arm around Isabelle's neck and pulled her down into a kiss, filled with affection and laughter as they giggled into each other's mouths.

Tongues tangled again and Isabelle's thrusts became more urgent. Draco dropped his hands to her hips, groaning as he felt the inescapable heat building in his torso. There were a few moments where he hung on the edge, desperately trying to move harder, faster, anything to reach that suddenly elusive goal and then gloriously Isabelle fell apart around him, fingers pulling at his hair and causing a pleasurable pain which shot straight to his hips, tipping him just that little bit further and sending him shooting over the edge.

He convulsed inside her, crying out her name as his spine curved and his toes curled. The feeling was wonderful. So satisfying, so unlike anything he had felt before when he was with any other woman that it almost terrified him.

Almost.

Instead of worrying about that he pulled Isabelle's trembling form down on top of him and they kissed in that oddly compelling way until their bodies separated and Draco remembered exactly why he hadn't been going to wank in the bathtub.

"You know, I came in the bath to get clean," he whined, wrinkling his nose as Isabelle looked down towards their hips. She giggled, but he really didn't see what was so funny.

"No one gets in a bath to get clean," she said after a moment's reflection, "You're basically sitting in your own dirt anyway."

"That's disgusting," he snapped, offended by the suggestion that he would do any such thing, "I do not sit in my own dirt and I definitely do not sit in this. Get out."

He started to push her off, still horrified at the thought of staying in the bath any longer now they'd made it filthy.

"You are an insufferable brat, Draco Malfoy," Isabelle informed him, rising to her feet and then clambering out, where she dripped rather attractively all over the floor.

"Well excuse me for wanting to be clean." He grabbed at the nearest towel, just as Isabelle was reaching for it and wrapped it round his waist.

"Draco!" Isabelle scowled fiercely at him and went for the next towel, which he also snatched up. This time though he whisked it around Isabelle's back, catching hold of it on the other side and pulling it tight around her upper arms so they were pinned to her body before using it to pull her forward into a hard, closed mouth kiss.

"You are far too sexy to be allowed to get dressed," he informed her as she tried to bat him away.

She made a noise of frustration and snatched the towel away from his hands, grimacing down at the clothes she had left on the floor, which were now soaked with the bathwater they'd spilt.

"I hate you," she snapped, without very much venom in her voice.

"I know sweetheart." He smirked at her, trying to ignore the fact that she looked bloody adorable with her dark eyes flashing in annoyance and her hair sticking wetly to her pale skin.

Another noise of frustration and she stormed out. Draco grinned at the ceiling and followed, heading back to his own bedroom and hoping her frustration didn't last too long.