Gabrielle found that she needed her hands. She needed to get her wand, but in the aftermath of her orgasm she lacked the strength to get it and keep Fleur in her place.
Hearing her sister moan, she leaned in to capture Fleur’s lips in a searing, open, deep, messy kiss. Her tongue explored Fleur’s mouth. Breaking the kiss, she began to kiss Fleur’s neck so her sister could bury her face in her hair.
Rubbing harder and faster she did it until Fleur swooned. Seizing her chance, she grabbed her wand. Sitting up, she made long, swooshing motions and silk scarves shot from then end of the wand to tie Fleur’s wrists and ankles to the bed.