"Maybe." Fleur shot back with an equally cocky grin and leaned down again and flicked her tongue over Gabrielle's lips before bringing it back to her mouth.
As Gabrielle continued to suggest that she would bed Lavender, Fleur's possessiveness began to be purely Veela and could feel her eyes grow dark, but not with arousal, but anger. Her grip tightened on Gabrielle's uniform and she brought her face down to Gabrielle's, "Elle. Est. Mine." She growled. She. Is. Mine.
Gabrielle's second suggestion seemed to ease Fleur, turning her dark eyes from anger fueled to lust fueled. What would be hotter than the two girls she loved the most with her at the same time?
Shrugging, Fleur didn't know. "I know I will want alone time wizh Lavender, eet ees zhe ciity of lovers, and zhat ees what we are." Fleur lightly caressed Gabrielle's cheek, "But we will be togezher as well, I want you two to get along. And I promise that I will put aside a day or two where eet will just be us."
"Well, you know eef she ees not, I am sure she ees a quick learner. Most girls are. Zhey want to learn while boys zhink zhey know eet all already."