"You always say zhat, chere..." Fleur purred, amused at her lover's squeals. Taking Lavender's wrist, she removed the girl's hand from her wet sex and pinned it against her back. "Non, non, no 'iding."
Fleur wore a grin on her face as well as she delivered the second blow.
Looking to Gabrielle at her words, she growled at the teasing but in retaliation, put more force into the third swat.