"So," Lavender began, looking at Fleur questioningly, "it wouldn't bother you if I was always so…submissive." The word seemed to work, but it felt very odd to say. Lavender really wasn't a submissive girl. She got what she wanted and if it wasn't given to her she take it. She had trouble reconciling that with being submissive sexually and her conundrum played out on her face.
"Because, I know sometimes I get a little…exciting and try to control things. But, you always take it right back," Lavender's tone was breathy and she almost moaned at the thought. She licked her lips, finding them suddenly dry. "It always makes me even more excited when you do that."
"It doesn't bother you that…I don't know a lot about…this?" Lavender asked softly, her face nuzzled against Fleur's neck. She sighed happily as her back was stroked.