"Non, she is not zhe first. Wizh eizher of us." Fleur crossed her arms. She knew very well how guilty she was of bedding other people's lovers. But she never left a mark except on the person she had sleep with's mind. She respected their right to choose to tell their loved ones or not. It wasn't her problem.
Fleur arched a brow, "For me?" She ahd to admit, she was touched. It was sweet of Gabrielle to think of that. BUt it still didn't excuse what she did after. "Zhat ees zhoughtful, chere." She said softly, kissing her sister's forehead, knowing that it would be one of the last gentle gestures until she had punished Gabrielle.
"Yes. But you left 'er your panties for yourself and your...fetish for leaving trouble be'ind, non?" She threaded her fingers in Gabrielle's blonde mane, not roughly, but not entirely gentle either. More like she was waiting to pull back on them.