"Oh? I zhought it was a bit chilly in 'ere." Fleur grinned, knowing that she had proven Gabrielle wrong. It was arrogant and a bit petty, but Fleur always loved when she got one over Gabrielle. It was a sister thing, she supposed.
Fleur growled as Gabrielle questioned her natural ability. Fleur was a natural in bed since the beginning. She had never left a lover less than beyond satisfied. She was sure Gabrielle knew that striking her in her pride would rile her. And it worked. Fleur growled, "Just because you are extremely naturally gifted does not mean zhat I was not just as much, or zhat you are zhe better lover, petite soeur."
Knowing that Gabrielle was most likely up to something - she always seemed to be - Fleur tried to figure out her plan, but her rising veela got in the way and clouded her thoughts with arousal.
At Gabrielle's continual words, Fleur slid two fingers inside of her sister, curling them expertly and not losing any rhythm or strength as she did it."Oui what, Gabbi? Do you need to come?" she purred as she ground into the younger Delacour sister and her fingers worked inside of her.