Lavender sighed happily when Fleur told her that she loved her. Hearing it French made it sound all the more sincere to her; Lavender was always a bit of a hopeless romantic despite her promiscuous side. “I love you too,” she sighed.
Whimpering, she knew that Fleur would be able to tell how wet she was. Her cheeks tinted a light pink as she wondered what Fleur would think of what she saw. Her little knickers were soaked too…
“You didn’t like what I did before?” Lavender purred from Fleur’s lap. “I let you feel how wet you made me, Professor?” Looking over her shoulder and Fleur she kept pouting.
“All right, Professor,” Lavender said with a resigned sigh that was far from convincing. Facing the floor, she squirmed as she waited.