Lavender’s head fell back and she moaned. There would be marks to hide, but she couldn’t have possibly cared less. The feeling of Fleur’s teeth on her was exquisite agony.
She didn’t understand it on any sort of intellectual level, but Lavender loved the feeling of being Fleur’s in heart and body. Sure, there were some fantasies of other girls or boys, but they always involved Fleur; and that had become almost immediately after their relationship started.
Lavender gasped. She had no idea what Fleur was admitting to or playing at, but the image that filled her head was Fleur teaching Gabrielle by experience. She offered a strangled moan. She didn’t want to admit what she thought to Fleur, so she kept it to herself.
“Then…from….ahhh…what people say, the student surpassed the teacher long ago…” Lavender could help but grin at the possible triple meaning to her words.