Lavender laughed softly, her face still partially buried into the pillow. "It's possible. Merlin, I hope not..." She watched as he played with her hair and realized how much she liked it, it was simple and sweet. She was in so much trouble here.
"Mhm, merlin only knows why. They are harpies. And make no mistake, they hate me as much, if not more, than I hate them." Lavender gave him a little grin as he came closer. "I'm mostly sorry," she promised. "In so much pain? Merlin it's only been one night," she teased him, laughing more now despite the intense pain from her head. "Oh you poor poor creature..." she moved up onto her elbows, cupping his cheek melodramatically with one hand.
Lavender's heart was starting to pound a little harder as he looked at her that way, licked her lips. "Does imagination fail you, Mr. Montague?" she teased. Her eyes followed his hand with barely parted lips. Merlin. Way over her head. "No, it isn't shagging," she agreed. There were all sorts of reasons they'd been avoiding this but for the life of her she couldn't think of them right now.
"What sort of help do you want," she asked, a half smirk on her lips as her eyes moved back to his. There wasn't anything shy or timid about her.