Gabrielle chuckled. “Like any respectable young woman, I look for zhose zhat can provide for me,” she teased back lightly. Fleur knew her. Gabrielle was anything but a money grubber. Sure she liked fine things, but would not actually prostitute herself to get them.
She smiled softly. “Je sais. Mais, je sais que ce serait amusement à jouer aussi. Peut-être vous pouvez même me sélectionner vers le haut sur un coin de la rue?” I know. But, I know it would be fun to play too. Perhaps you can even pick me up on a street corner? She liked the sound of the game already. “Maybe when you come ‘ome for zhe ‘olidays?” Gabrielle asked, obviously excited by the idea.
Shrugging, Gabrielle replied, “I normally would not. But she seemed so…eager.” She smirked. “I thought zhat she might be fun, so I went looking.” She blatantly ignore Fleur’s other question.
“Zo zhis is my fault?” Gabrielle asked angrily, her voice rising up an octave. Her accusation made no sense, but she didn’t care.
She pulled away from her sister’s gentle touch. Gabrielle thought about getting up and getting away from Fleur. Why had she done this? Why had she fallen in love? If it had been a boy…he could do things she could not. But another girl? She could replace her…
“You say that now,” Gabrielle muttered with a mix of anger and hurt.
“I did find a lover tonight,” Gabrielle told Fleur. “And it was wonderful.” She was still looking down at her feet. “I cornered ‘er and took ‘er hand, put it under my skirt.” She was telling Fleur the truth, glad at the idea it might actually hurt her, like Fleur had hurt her.
“She ‘ad zhis sexy red ‘air zhat I pulled to put ‘er on ‘er knees so she could lick me through my panties…”