Lavender chuckled. It made her feel good that Fleur liked her body and found her sexy. “Well, even if they are perfect, I am still not convinced that they are perfect for a pair of Versace jeans.” She stuck her tongue out playfully at Fleur, enjoying the girlish shift in their demeanors.
Fleur made her laugh even harder. “Are you going to ask Professor Dumbledore to give you another room so you can store your things?!”
Her chest began to rise and fall quicker as Fleur’s hands began to wander. Lavender wasn’t going to let Fleur do things to her alone again. She really wanted to please her lover, though she wasn’t opposed to it being mutual.
“You know what I want to do?” Lavender whimpered, breaking the kiss. Sliding her lips over Fleur’s cheek, she whispered in her ear, “I really want to taste you. Can we sixty nine?” She felt her cheek grow warm against Fleur’s.
Nibbling on her earlobe, Lavender hoped she hadn’t been too crass, but just crass enough to convey her naughty desires.