Lavender groaned wantonly. "She wouldn't dare," she said to Gabrielle instead of Fleur, figuring that it would rile Fleur that she was talking to her sister and not to her. Lavender knew she would be over her lover's knee soon if she didn't stop goading her.
It got suddenly quiet. Peering through one eyes, she saw the sister's kissing. Fleur was clearly in control and the act was so soft and loving but feral at the same time. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen anything hotter.
Whimpering, she wanted to beg them to do more but couldn't find her voice.