"All zhe more reason to make sure I am not out of practice, non?" Fleur grinned. She knew she was anything but out of practice. She was a Delacour. They were the best lovers, if she did say so herself. Though she may be a bit bias.
Fleur chuckled. Se could see Gabrielle's reaction now. Her little sister full of pride and arrogance of being thought of in bed. "I may. I zhink she would enjoy knowing zhat bit of information." Fleur laughed along with Lavnder. She knew she was just as possessive of her sister, if not more so. It was her verla's natural response with their mate. "We Delacour's are just very protective of what is ours." She remembered the fights that she and Gabrielle had when they were children over toys and later in school over clothes. It was natural that it extended into sexual partners too.
"I zhink zhe fact zhat you are very much English and I am very much French may set off some alarms about zhat, non?" She teased.
Fleur pinned her lover to the desk behind her with her hips. Her hands ran along Lavender's sides. "ma chere, you should know by now 'ow much stamina I 'ave. I am 'urt zhat you do not zhink I am capable of pleasing you and ma soeur."