Gabrielle smiled at Luna. "Zhat sounds quite nice, Luna. Perhaps I will remind of you that some day when it is...fitting, oui?"
Squirming lightly as Luna was touching her, Gabrielle didn't know how much longer she could resist the girl. Now that they were really touching, Gabrielle was losing her restraint.
Her hand moved up and brushed... Playing it cool and coy, she had been looking away. Her head snapped around and saw the rise in Luna's skirt! She muttered her shock in French but didn't pull away.
"And...what 'ave we 'ere?" Gabrielle purred, lightly brushing her fingertips along the rigid length she had been surprised to find under Luna's skirt.