"Fleur," Lavender moaned. "I can…feel how wet you are. You're making my tummy all wet." She grinned dreamily, the expression looking a little odd with her eyes covered.
"Oui," Lavender panted desperately. "Oui." She gulped down a breath and held it as she relished the sensations her girlfriend was creating. She leaned into, then away from, the feather at her neck as she moaned low in her throat.
The remark about her being Fleur's territory made Lavender moan viscerally. She was unable to express how that made her feel so she practically purred with contentment.
She suddenly felt very loved and secure as the quill wrote over her heart. "I…love you," Lavender whimpered.
It was exquisite torture. "Please?" she whimpered. "I need you to…touch me." Lavender knew her begging wouldn't help. Fleur wasn't going to give her release until she was good and ready.