Lavender shook her head and pouted. "No. I've been a bad girl," she told Fleur. "I…did some very naughty things in the library a few weeks ago…without you." She was keeping short of the details in case Fleur reacted negatively.
Pulling her arms in, her breasts swelled before the bra slipped off and fell to the floor. Leaning back, Lavender sat with her knees pulled up. Her fingers wandered the waistband of her jeans. Lavender moaned softly as she teased herself.
Popping the button, Lavender slid the zipper down. Sliding her hands over, Lavender slid the jeans off her hips. Holding her feet up, she wondered if Fleur would help with her shoes.