"Non." Fleur couldn't stop the chuckle this time. Gabrielle hadn't had a steady relationship in a while. She smiled at Lavender, "I am zhe only taken Delacour."
Fleur moaned at Lavender's scenario. "Oui, zhat sounds like a fitting punishment for you doing something like zhat." Of course, Fleur remembered Lavender's fantasy well, it was so naughty, the French woman loved it.
"Already so excited?" Fleur grinned at Lavender's bucking hips. She ran one of her finger along Lavender's folds. "You are so wet already, chere...."
Fleur grinned and kissed Lavender again, delving her tongue into her lover's mouth. The hand inside Lavender's pants slipped into her panties and felt the heat from Lavender's sex as her finger's teased it.
"I want you on you're knees, in between my legs while I sit een my chair..." she motioned to the chair at her desk, "and finger me and taste my until I come." Fleur gave Lavender a sweet kiss on her jaw.