Lavender nodded enthusiastically. Despite her shyness at the start of their relationship, Lavender was much more her normal self even with Fleur; confident and not bashful about what she wanted. “That would be…fab,” she groaned, excited by the mere prospect.
“Even with vomit in my hair? Wow, you must really love me,” she mused, flashing Fleur a smile. “What’s yours?” she challenged, though she loved it when Fleur was so possessive of her.
Smiling brightly, Lavender had to fight the urge to run over. This time, she was successful and slowly slinked over to stand before Fleur as she lounged on the bed in such a sexy pose.
“Now that you and I are together again, what do we wish to do?” Lavender purred, though she had a pretty good idea.