"I would not object to having you in my bed," Gabrielle said innocently, suppressing a smirk.
Gabrielle watched Ginny lick her lips, easily noticing the hitch in her breath when Gabrielle moved closer. Her voice became deeper and breathier as she told the story, and Gabrielle listened closely, attuning herself to the signs of Ginny's growing arousal.
Casually retrieving her wand from her bedside table, Gabrielle flicked her wand, closing the bedcurtains around them (the curtains had long ago been enchanted to give off a faint light), before returning her wand to the small table. The bed itself started to slowly shift from a fairly bright sky blue to a very deep green, Gabrielle's eyes changing color alongside it as she herself was affected by Ginny's erotic story.
The more bestial part of Gabrielle, the part that harbored most of her Veela instincts, awoke, Gabrielle taking a deep breath before moving herself far closer to Ginny, her eyes now matching the bed around them.
"I am going to be honest, Ginny," Gabrielle purred huskily, raising herself on an elbow and raising one hand to rest lightly on Ginny's cheek. It was the first time she had used the other woman's given name, and it rolled off her tongue, dropping easily into the tense space between them. "Since I first saw you earlier tonight I have been trying to bed you. I have wanted to do so since Fleur's wedding, and I think I am right in thinking you share my desire."
Her eyes locked onto Ginny's. "If you wish to push me away, I will of course leave you in peace, but I do not think you will do such a thing." With that said, Gabrielle leaned down, lightly touching her lips to Ginny's.