"However," Gabrielle made an effort to pick up where she had left off, her hand gripping the back of Ginny's neck as the older woman continued to touch her, "Not every sultry blonde has the same plans."
Forcing her eyes to come back into focus, Gabrielle realized she was starting to lose control of the situation. With some effort, she pushed down her body's needs, releasing her grip on Ginny's neck and letting her hand trail down the length of Ginny's body.
"I could not claim to speak for all blondes," Gabrielle murmured huskily. On some nights, Gabrielle lost control of her Veela to the point where she needed to hide her cat-slitted pupils, but tonight they were merely a vibrant green and Gabrielle met Ginny's eyes easily. "But I know that it would be quite easy for any blonde to have quite sensual plans in mind, if the redhead in question were you, amour."