Gabrielle shrugged. It was much as she had suspected. Like her, Fleur enjoyed a pretty face and a soft body, but that didn’t mean that she would give into the interest in cases of people that she wasn’t truly attracted to. “If zhe mood takes you,” she said with a little shrug.
Moaning softly, she pouted playfully. “Zo mean to me…” Gabrielle grinned, glad her sister had accepted the figurative olive branch she had extended. She looked up at Fleur above her.
“Oui…just like zhat,” she whimpered, squirming with Fleur’s fingers buried deep inside of her. “I want to come for you, Fleur…”