At the request of a kiss, Gabrielle showed none of the hesitation she had felt in London. Since the moment Guilian had arrived at Fleur's door, a part of the younger sister was waiting only for him to ask.
Her long hair twirled about her as she said, "Family, food, ze peace we do not 'ave..." Spinning to plant herself again dangerously close to him, she lowered her voice, "sharing my life wiz someone..."
Closing her eyes and allowing herself to be lost, Gabrielle Delacour let all of the outside attention die as her lips met his.