Fleur smirked knowingly at Lavender before sending Gabrielle a look that said she would explain later. Right now, she was busy.
Seeing Lavender's reaction to the small slap, Fleur filed away that information for later.
"Do you zhink you deserve to?" Fleur teased her mate.
Watching as Gabrielle began to finger Lavender, Fleur smirked and leaned back on the bed, guiding Lavneder's head inbetween her legs so her cheek rested on Fleur's inner thigh. "Do you want to make me come, amoure?" she teased.