"I do non find eet or you ugly, and I never will," Gabrielle declared, her eyes determined. She spoke only the pure truth as she believed it, and hoped that Fleur would accept that.
Gabrielle exhaled softly when Fleur's skin met hers, feeling a part of her relax at the contact, and another tense. Being in contact with Fleur was always reassuring, but lately it had been driving her to distraction-
And then Fleur said it. Those three words that meant not sisterly love, but romantic love, sexual love, the kind that Gabrielle had been longing for. Gabrielle heard nothing more than that, saw nothing of her sister's hesitation. There was only one possible reaction she could have to Fleur's declaration, and that was to kiss her long and hard.
Maybe it was the wrong thing to do in the wake of Fleur recalling painful memories, but in her elation Gabrielle couldn't help herself.