Lavender felt a flood of relief as Fleur showed her that she wasn’t angry. She leaned into the kiss and her eyes closed immediately as a blissful sigh escaped her lips. It took her a moment to recover.
When Fleur told Lavender that she loved her, she ducked in and kissed Fleur lovingly. “I love it when you tell me that,” she murmured against Fleur’s lips. Pulling away, she found that she was really nervous all of a sudden.
“You said something to me when we first…when I first told you I love you,” Lavender began, her nervousness showing plainly as she spoke. “That you were willing…I don’t remember exactly what you said…to let me…live a little?” she asked, hoping that Fleur remembered what she was talking about.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about some of your stories and what you’ve done,” Lavender told her, hoping she might give some hint about what she was talking about.
“Can we go…to your office or something?” Lavender asked, knowing it wasn’t helping her look together if she was shifting and fidgeting on her feet.