Lavender would have thrown herself at Fleur the second that she found out that Fleur wanted her that way. Lavender wasn’t really about ethics in anyway. “We really should. Right away,” she responded breathily. “I think we should find a way to meet here often…” She bit her lip, a little afraid that she might have said too much or seemed too eager.
Pressing into the teasing hand between her thighs, Lavender whimpered and moaned hoping to encourage Fleur to actually touch her. However, the older girl didn’t give in. “Please,” she begged again, wondering what it would take for Fleur to give in.
Her fingers increased their pace and pressure as Fleur kissed her soundly. Lavender’s thumb found her clit and began to stroke it firmly as her fingers tried desperately to make Fleur give in and touch her as well.
“I have been really naughty,” Lavender purred. “How are you going to fuck me, Professor Delacour? Are you going to punish me too?”