"You would, yes." Fleur nodded, but still felt like there was a problem. "I do, but Gabrielle, you are only fifteen, why now? You 'ave so much time to 'ave a child. Enjoy your freedom while you can." Fleur had certainly enjoyed the freedom that the charm had given her, not that she was a slag, just that she knew how to have a good time.
Fleur looked away almost guiltily, "Bozh." she admitted, debating on what she believed she was more nervous about. "your jealousy at me taking a lover and...zhe issue wizh marking 'er."
Moaning softly, Fleur arched her neck at her sister's teeth, "I love you to, ma soeur. Nozhing will ever change zhat."
Fleur chuckled, "I was nervous. You were so young..." It took a lot for Fleur to go the Gabrielle that first night but her feelings pushed past her nerves.
"Oui." Fleur breathed. She would always love to touch her sister, her smooth skin so like her own. It might have been a bit narcissistic, but she loved Gabrielle's body.