*Warning-another very mature chapter!!!*

Staying the Night

Chapter 4

                Draco and Elizabeth arrived at her flat. It was a small one room thing at the top of the building. It had a large closet and bath, but everything else was right there in that huge room. Since it was at the top of the building it had large windows with a lovely view of the Thymes River and the city lights across from it.

                Draco loved it. It had Elizabeth written all over it and was decorated with all sorts of art work, drawings, paintings and an eclectic assortment of things from all over the world. There was a large sofa and television with some side tables and a huge table top desk strewn with papers and books and a lap top computer sitting on it. All the furniture and colors in the flat were warm and earthy with bursts of color coming from her assortment of art. Then he looked over and noticed her bed, which was up against the wall, no headboard, just the huge windows looking out over London. Her bedding was a creamy color and over the bed was gauzy mosquito netting hanging all around with a colorful array of satin pillows thrown around her unmade bed.

                “Sorry, about the mess,” Elizabeth started putting things away and straightening the place up. Until Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her up to him.

                “I think it’s perfect,” he said deeply, and he meant it. Her place was so much more comforting than his home. The cold stone mansion he shared with his wife, Astoria. His home was drab and dark, the decorations lacking in warmth. “I love all of your art work, especially your drawings,” he said as he looked at the various ones hanging around the room. They were done by pencil and some ink. There were different scenes of daily London life, but also some of random people, “Who did them?”

                Elizabeth beamed proudly, coming over to the wall where he stood, “They are all mine.”

                “Really,” he looked over at her, surprised, “You are very talented, you know that.”

                Elizabeth blushed slightly at his praise. “You are amazing,” Draco said looking at her seriously, “What else are you good at?”

                “Thank you, but I am not really that good, I just enjoy doing it.”

                “You know you underestimate yourself, Elizabeth,” he said deeply, looking at her hard. He just realized that this beautiful girl didn’t really realize how wonderful she was, and for some reason it made him angry. Why had no one ever told her how good she was? Not just as an artist, but as a person. He could tell it made her uncomfortable because she walked away into the kitchen.

                “Do you want to cut this cake?” she asked. He had brought her birthday cake back with them and set it on her counter, “Or would you rather I fix us something else to eat?”

                “Cake is good,” he said, sitting at the counter. He watched her as she got out a knife and plates, thinking back to what had taken place in her dressing room. He could imagine her beautiful body now and how she had made love to him. Draco could feel himself getting hard again just imagining her as he watched. She had surprised him when she came to him and let herself be pulled onto his lap. He had not intended for them to go that far, but he hadn’t stopped either, nor had he wanted to.

                Elizabeth sat the cake down in front of him and then poured two glasses of milk and walked around to sit beside him at the bar.

                “The cake is nice,” she said softly, “it has been years since I’ve had a birthday cake, and chocolate is my favorite.”

                Draco took his fork and picked up a piece, “Here,” he said, bringing it up to her mouth and watching as Elizabeth took it in her mouth. Watching her do this filled him with desire, especially as she kept her sea blue eyes on him as she did it. He feed her another piece, enjoying the look on her face.

                “This is delicious,” she said smiling. Not near as delicious as you, he thought. Then she surprised him when she offered him a bite from her own cake and he took it in his mouth, and they both sat there feeding each other her birthday cake until it was gone and they washed it down with milk. Elizabeth laughed at Draco, “What is it?” he asked puzzled. She stood up and was at eye level with him and she brought her face near his, “You have a milk mustache,” she laughed, and then his warm, beautiful girl leaned in and kissed him along his upper lip, using her tongue to get rid of the milk, “There,” she said brightly, “All gone.” Draco’s body responded immediately and he couldn’t help grabbing her lightly and capturing her lips with his; she tasted like chocolate and milk.

                Elizabeth wiggled out of his arms, “I am going to get a bath,” she smiled, an inviting smile. He watched as she went and started the bath in the huge claw foot tub in the bathroom. She left the door open and Draco watched as she added bubbles and pulled her hair up on top of her head, and then to his surprise she began to strip down, standing there in front of the tub with the door still open. He watched as she lowered her gorgeous naked body into the tub.

                “Draco,” she called out sweetly, and he went into the bathroom. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d wanted to, “Do you want to join me? The tub is big enough,” she said, looking up at him with sleepy eyes, and he realized how tired she was.

                He didn’t answer, but just started stripping his clothes off, feeling her eyes on him and reveling in it. When he started to step into the back of the tub, Elizabeth slide up to where he was sitting behind her, he leaned back against the sloped tub and they both laughed when he sloshed water out onto the floor.

                Draco put his hands on her waist and pulled her back against his chest, his legs on either side of her. Elizabeth leaned back, resting herself against his chest and took his hands in hers, her fingers entwined in his. Draco brought his legs up around her waist.

                “So tell me,” Draco started, “What are you going to school for? I mean it is obvious that you are a talented actress and artist as well. Why go to school?”

                “I am going for my doctorate in Art History. I guess I thought I might like to teach at a university one day. But I have always loved school, even when I was young. It was my way to escape, especially arts and reading,” she sighed.

                Draco felt for this lovely girl in his arms. She must have had a really tough childhood if she thought school was so great, rather than being at home. “Elizabeth, did you come from a poor family?”

                “No, and why would you ask me something like that?” she got a little defensive.

                “Then what in the world would make you feel as if school were an escape? What kind of home life did you have?” Draco asked sincerely. He brought her hands up to his lips, kissing each finger.

                “You really want to know,” she hesitated.

                “I asked,” he said smartly, “I am trying to understand you.”

                “Honestly, my parents were very wealthy, until they squandered it all. My father was an alcoholic who loved to gamble away his life. He didn’t have time for his book worm daughter and mummy was too busy with her socialite friends to spend time with her child. I grew up on my own with just my nanny. Oh, sure I would see them every once in a while, on holidays or when they would suddenly feel guilty, but it wasn’t very often. It was my nanny who showed me what love was and introduced me to the arts. And it was then that I learned how to escape my world and jump into someone else’s through acting, and I began to love it,” she poured out all her feelings to him and Draco could see her now as a sweet little girl, being neglected by parents too blind to realize what a beautiful thing they had in their life. He felt the loneliness and need in her as she told her story. Elizabeth was running her hands softly along his leg, her fingers going gently through the soft blond hairs on his legs. he could tell she was deep in thought on what she had just told him. 

                Draco brought his arms up around her and held her tightly, “I’m sorry, Elizabeth,” and he was, and somehow he wanted to make things right for her, but he didn’t know how.

                Elizabeth put her hands on his knees and then used them to scoop up water and run it down them, “Don’t be. I have gotten over my childhood, and besides, had it not been for that I might not have discovered my love for acting and art.” She changed the subject, “Tell me more about this wizard world that I have obviously missed out on.”

                “How about I take you to it?” he asked. Elizabeth turned in the tub, facing him, bubbles covering her beautiful body.

                “You can do that?” she questioned; he could hear the excitement in her voice and suddenly he realized he wanted nothing more than to make her happy.

                “Sure, why don’t I take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow? Then you can get a taste of my world and see how you like it.”

                “I would love that,” her eyes sparkled. She leaned up into him, her breasts pressing into his chest, “It is time we bathed, Mr. Malfoy, because the bath is getting cold.”

                They bathed each other and Draco thought he had never had any experience in his life that was as good or compared to this night with Elizabeth. He didn’t want to ruin it with thoughts of his wife, although he did consider his son Scorpius. He also knew it was wrong of him not to tell Elizabeth he was married. But his desire to be with her had far outweighed the guilt he felt. He was already trying to think of how he was going to end his marriage to Astoria without losing his son. He had found the woman he truly loved, and he didn’t want to lose her.

                After bathing each other and drying, Elizabeth slipped a long t-shirt on over her glorious body and Draco wrapped the towel around him.

                “Will you be staying the night with me?” she asked, as she headed to the bed.

                “I was hoping,” he said honestly, “Can I stay the night with you, Elizabeth?” he asked seriously.

                “You know the answer to that question, Draco,” she said pulling the covers back on the bed and climbing into the bed, holding the covers back for him. He took the towel off and slide into bed beside her, pulling her into his arms and bringing the covers up over them.

                “I forgot to cut the lights off,” she said starting to get out of the bed.

                “I’ve got them,” and suddenly the lights cut off. And the soft glow of the city lights filterd in on them from the window behind the bed.

                “You will have to teach me that,” she said, yawning.

                Elizabeth laid her head on his chest the rest of her body fitting snuggly against him, her leg over his thigh. Draco began to rub her back gently, causing her to sigh. It wasn’t long until she was sound asleep, but Draco was wide awake. He looked down at the girl in his arms, thinking this is exactly the way love was supposed to be, not cold and lonely, but being held in the arms of someone who wanted you for yourself, not what you could do for them, or the wealth you had. Elizabeth knew nothing about him or his family; she wanted him for him. As those thoughts washed over him; he realized what he had to do. It was going to be hard, but he couldn’t lose her. If Elizabeth found out he had a wife he would probably lose her, but how could he not be truthful with her. It wasn’t as if he and his wife loved each other. It had been a couple of months since they had sex and that was exactly how Astoria preferred it. Astoria positively abhorred the act of lovemaking, and it did not bother her at all that Draco didn’t try to touch her. In fact when he had tried to be with his wife, before Elizabeth came into his life, Astoria would claim she was too tired or had a headache. So he knew she would not miss him. It was his money and the power of his family’s name that would drive her to stay in their marriage and fight him on divorcing her. And there was Scorpius to consider. He wouldn’t put it past her to use his son against him to get what she wanted.

                Draco finally started feeling sleep coming on. But it was hard with Elizabeth’s body wrapped up on his. Other than the t-shirt, he could feel her soft, firm skin against him. He had already been turned on by the sight of her naked in the tub, and then they had bathed one another and Draco had never imagined the pleasure of someone pampering him like that, but that was what Elizabeth had done for him. He could feel himself swelling up as he pictured her body covered with bubbles and soap as she had stood for him so he could bath her, his soapy hands running over her curvy, little body. He couldn’t help it; he had to have her now or he would never sleep.

                He began by running his hands along her body and pulling the t-shirt up above her breast. He gently rolled her over on her back and she let out a little moan as his hands began touching her breasts as his lips ran along her neck. And then he began kissing every inch of her his hands following him until he reached her toes and taking one of her tiny little toes into his mouth he sucked gently until she started moving making a little noise in her throat. Then he started kissing his way back up until he came to the soft mound of golden curls that was her womanhood. Her legs were somewhat spread out and Draco gently spread them farther as he brought his lips down on her. Elizabeth was already wet and ready for him and he began by gently licking up the sweet juice that was all hers, and then his tongue played with the sensitive little nub, flicking it in a rhythm until she was moaning and her hips began trying to move on their own to meet his mouth. But when he entered her with his tongue, she cried out with pleasure and he moved with her until she cried out her release and began to climax. Draco brought his body up hers and his shaft slide into her, she was wet and ready. He captured her lips and kissed her deeply. He had been about ready to climax when she had come in his mouth, but when he entered her and felt her pulsing around him it sent him over the edge; it only took a few quick strokes and he came in her again for the second time that night. Draco collapsed on Elizabeth, her arms were wrapped around him and he felt the tears on her cheeks as she pressed her face into his chest. He gently rolled them over until Elizabeth was on top of him; he was still inside her.

                Elizabeth started kissing his face and neck and then lowered her head to his chest, exhausted. And she fell asleep on top of him, Draco still inside her. Draco realized that she was too tired to move; which wasn’t surprising considering how hard she worked and trying to go to school.

                Very gently Draco rolled her over onto her back, keeping his weight off of her and pulled himself out. And he fell into a sound sleep, his head on her pillow next to her neck, his arm and leg thrown over her possessively. Even in sleep he wanted her close to him.