Tracey shook her head. "No, Professor, we haven't done nearly enough," she replied with a moan. The way Fleur's features twisted and blissful breaths escaped her. Not stilling her fingers, Tracey wanted more.
"I used to wish that you would find me…in my bed…fingering myself," Tracey breathed. "What would you have done?"
"Lavender?" she asked, pretending at confusion. "Lavender Brown? What do you mean I smell like her?"
Tracey struggled impotently in Fleur's grasp. Her struggle was halfhearted but she discovered that even if it had been completely sincere it was unlikely that she would have been able to get away.
The crush of their lips smother the shocked moans that came from her. Again feeling a hint of fear that was nearly drowned out with excitement, Tracey resisted the kiss. Breaking it, she huffed, "But, Professor, we shouldn't do this? Right?" Looking up at her, Tracey could tell there wasn't getting away and that thrilled her even more.