“Non, non,” Gabrielle teased lightly. “Zhe wine gave ‘er zhe courage to pull me up zhere, I think. Zhe rest was all ‘er behind closed doors.” She grinned impishly. “I may need to visit ‘er again and compare without zhe wine.”
Gabrielle wasn’t sure how to respond to Fleur’s words. “Zhe sounds…nice.” She didn’t want to put down the other girl. She cared too much about Fleur to do that. “Zhe has been ‘ere. In zhis bed. What is zhe like ‘ere?”
Feeling her sister struggle in her grasp made Gabrielle giggle into the kiss. “Something wrong, my sister?” she asked in a sultry tone. It amazed her how she and her sister could be gentle and desperate at the same time. She didn’t know why. Was it simply about them? Or was it an aspect of the Veela in both of them?
“What was I doing to you?” Gabrielle asked, moving down to lick and such at Fleur’s neck.
“It is almost time to dress for dinner,” Gabrielle whispered against Fleur’s neck. “Should I be cruel and make you wait until we ‘ave the rest of zhe night to make love?” she teased. “Or should we stay?”