Gabrielle moaned softly as Fleur’s fingers tightened in her hair and she pulled. She felt warmth between her thighs again and she grinned at her sister. “Zhat is not what you said when we were making love,” she purred. “You said it would be ‘ot to see us together. What would you want to see and do?” Gabrielle asked, knowing she was risking Fleur’s wrath. “Would you want to please Lavender while I knelt over her face?”
“All right.” Slowly, she withdrew from Fleur. “I will be thinking of you when you were gone.” Sliding under her covers, Gabrielle made a show of her hand moving under the blankets to between her legs.
Touching herself teasingly, she moaned softly as she watched Fleur.