Lavender chuckled. “Well, it is your handy work,” she quipped, enjoying the pun. She was still breathing heavy and her whole body seemed alight. She couldn’t quite stop the occasional squirm or twitch as she still lay across Fleur’s lap.
Watching as Gabrielle left, a thrill shot through her as the two sister’s kissed again. It was so…wrong! But so bloody hot that she didn’t care what other people would think. Plus, what was there to be jealous about? Lavender knew she was much prettier than Gabrielle!
Lavender shook her head. “I don’t want any. I want to be sitting in class, fidgeting to find a comfortable way to sit, thinking about why my arse is stinging.” Still laying on her stomach, she reached over to idly stroke Fleur’s arm.
“I can’t believe I woke up to you doing that to her,” Lavender mused breathily, even dreamily. “That was…” She trailed off and blew out a breath. “…too hot for words!” Lavender giggled as she smiled over at her girlfriend.
Lavender chewed her lower lip, obviously pondering. “Are you sad that…it didn’t work out?” She knew she wasn’t phrasing the question quite right and her ignorance about some aspects of Gabrielle’s and Fleur’s shared blood was showing through.