"She knows." Fleur put a hand on Lavender's neck to calm her, "I 'ad told 'er of our relationship before'and." She had never meant to hide Lavender from Gabrielle, she had only hesitated because of how she was afraid of her sister's response. But, she wanted the two people that she cared about most to know of each other.
Fleur looked to where Lavender was speaking of and grinned. "Oui." She kissed Lavender's neck again as memories surged through her mind. "I take eet you liked doing zhat zhen?" she asked rhetorically.
Hovering over Lavender, Fleur's hands roamed, one up her thigh and the other over the smooth skin of her lover's stomach. Reaching around, she quickly found the hook of her bra and undid it with skill and removed the hindering piece of fabric.
Satisfied now with no clothing barrier from her lover's breast, Fleur began kissing her way down to them, Leaving a mark on Lavender's collarbone. When she reached the firm mounds, the French woman circled one nipple with her tongue before bringing it into her mouth and gently sucking.