Lavender cried out with a mix of bliss and exhilarating pain. “I’m…not going to be able to w-wear anything but a turtle next for the rest of the year,” she breathed with a little giggle as Fleur kept marking her.
“Are you calling me a liar?” Lavender accused, her eyes narrowing in what she hoped was a dangerous way. “Now, now, you can barely make me come. Your sister…on the other hand…she can touch me arm and I go off…” She grinned evilly. The lie was so pathetic. Lavender was just replacing Fleur’s name in her stories with various other people.
Lavender assumed that Fleur meant hands on demonstration using Lavender. But, she planned to have fun with it. “Is that so? Going to drag your sister in hear and show her that you can make her ache and write and moan?”