Gabrielle smiled at Fleur adoringly. “You did.” She tried not to be bitter about Fleur leaving her for Lavender, but she couldn’t help it. Wasn’t Lavender there all the time? Wasn’t her visit special? Gabrielle wouldn’t hold it against Fleur forever, but she did plan a little bit of revenge and the plan continued to form in her mind.
“Do you think so?” Gabrielle wasn’t sure. Her mother was always so…reserved around her. Of course, her beauty was stunning but there was something more ethereal and less sexual to Gabrielle about Apollina. She couldn’t imagine her tearing off another girl’s robes at Beauxbatons…
Lost in sensation, Gabrielle gasped as she was thrown to the bed. A mix of a growl and a moan escaped her as Fleur took control. She stared at her older sister challengingly even as Fleur ground against her. Reaching up, she cupped Fleur’s neck and brought her into a crushing kiss, her tongue pushing into Fleur’s mouth deeply.
“We are so wet,” Gabrielle whimpered, trying not to succumb to Fleur’s dominate posture by trying to control the kiss.