The sounds Lavender was making against Fleur was wantonly and unguarded. The way she felt like she was being devoured made her squirm, instinctively wishing to be devoured by her.
“Oh, someone who knows.” She cheeked cheekily, though it was hidden from Fleur as her face was buried against Lavender’s neck. “In fact, I think they thought you were…pretty bad in bed, as I recall.” She shrugged. Lavender had an evil idea. “I really thought you paled in comparison to her.” She continued to joke, having no idea that she might actually play on her lover’s insecurities because of what Gabrielle had said to her.
“Do you need someone to demonstrate on?” Lavender asked with a giggle, breaking character for a moment. She smirked and looked down at Fleur. She couldn’t help herself. “Or are you going to show her personally?”