Lavender smiled dreamily. She would never tire of being told that she belonged to Fleur. She really didn’t even know what it meant, in a broader sense. But, that didn’t really matter. “If I am yours, what am I? Your pet?” she purred naughtily. She knew that Fleur cared for and respected her more than that, but the truth wasn’t really what she was looking for in that moment.
Gasping, she squirmed in Fleur’s strong grip. She’d never been this rough with her, but Lavender knew she needed to find a way to get her to be that way with her again sometime.
Lavender blinked. Looking at Fleur, it was clear she was trying to concentrate through the haze of lust. Fleur’s words had sounded honestly…forthright. “What?” She looked at Fleur very curiously. “Would you…actually do that?” The idea seemed so outlandish, that no matter how they had joked, she hadn’t really considered it was possible. Until that moment.