Gabrielle gasped with indignation. "Zhat it not what I meant and you know it. Besides, it wasn't a blush it was a... It is simply warm in here," she said with a harrumph.
"Well," Gabrielle mused slowly as if she was carefully considering the question. "I would say zhat you may have been close but it was your own comments about my natural talent that, in part, makes me believe zhat I have more of zhis natural talent." She cocked an eyebrow at Fleur daring her to refute her statement further.
Gabrielle shrugged. What Fleur said remained to be seen. Despite her own eyes darkening and her own Veela wanting to accept the challenge, she managed to keep it in check for the sake of her plan.
Gabrielle's head fell back and she groaned wantonly. She relocked her legs around Fleur's waist and began to grind back against her. "Oui," she whimpered desperately. "Oui...oui...oui..."
She could already feel an orgasm welling up after all the tension of the day. Her tummy fluttered as Fleur kept fucking her.