Lavender blushed slightly, though it was hard to tell with how red her face still was. It meant so much to hear Fleur say it, especially since it was a break in their game. In that moment, she knew whatever games they played were just that and Fleur loved her unconditionally.
The look Fleur gave her took her breath away until she inhaled sharply as her teeth found the sensitive spot on her wrist. Lavender flung her arms around Fleur and clung to her desperately. Fleur knew how much she loved her neck being attacked, it seemed that she was going to torture her more.
“That’s not what I heard,” Lavender rebutted, her tone even brattier than before. “Besides there is this…one other girl. She keeps coming up to me an rubbing my shoulders. Just being near her makes me…wetter than you can shagging me…” Lavender grinned evilly. She didn’t want to pick a name, because she wanted it to be believable. But, more importantly, she didn’t want to hurt Fleur for real.