Fleur gave one of her little Gallic shrugs. "Everyone is different." She said, snuggling into his side. "And it depends on the person too. I wouldn't want to do it for just anyone." She kissed his shoulder that she had rested her head on. "But you are not just anyone." They had no real name for what they were to each other, not really. boyfriend was too juvenile, too temporary, and lover wasn't quite right either. While undoubtedly true, to her it smacked of a fling. This wasn't a fling, some connection easily formed and even more easily broken. "You are...special." Bill Weasley had gotten inside all of her walls and defenses without even trying. He made her second-guess things she had always sworn she would never do. 'Special' was the best way she could put it.
She smiled against his neck. "And I like knowing I can make you lose control, like you can do to me."