Lavender’s eyes went wide as Fleur said that Gabrielle noticed. “Do-does she know? About…us?” Lavender didn’t know what to call them. “I didn’t…I mean, I hope I didn’t do anything that let her know in case you didn’t want her to know.”
Fleur’s hands on her thigh made it hard to think. Fleur didn’t seem upset; anything but. Turning her head so Fleur could take her shirt off, Lavender saw the desk. Giggling, she remember the last time there had been a desk in the room… “There it is,” she teased Fleur. Lavender didn’t need to relive her fantasy, but the memory was still very pleasant.
Doing as she was guided, Lavender laid back on the couch. Her chest was already rising and falling quickly and her gaze had become a little cloudy.