Gabrielle shrugged impotently. “I just seems so…wonderful? I feel like my body is ready and that it would make everyone so happy. Do you think zhat I am wrong?”
“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?” Gabrielle asked, trying to sound nonchalant. “Are you jealous zhat I let Marie Vasson drag me back to ‘er room a few weeks ago?” Gabrielle wasn’t really sure if it would or wouldn’t; Fleur didn’t seem to get jealous over her. “Remember her? Zo shy and innocent?” Gabrielle giggled. “Zhat is no zhe case out of zhe eyes of others.”
“It was the most amazing thing,” Gabrielle sighed. “I ‘ave never ‘ad a better lover, Fleur. Once who made me feel like you make me feel…” She dragged her teeth over the soft skin of her neck on her way up to Fleur’s ear. Softly, she sucked lightly at the tender earlobe before running her tongue over the shell of her ear.
“I came ‘ere wanting to make love to you,” Gabrielle admitted. “Do you want to make love to me?” she breathed, using her leverage to press her body to Fleur’s.