Flowerpot

Try

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“I don't know about this, Fleur,” Harry muttered as she stared at the clothes her girlfriend has laid out for her on the bed, “I’ve… Never dressed like this before.”

Fleur smiled lovingly at the raven haired girl, “Aww, you would look so sexy in it though, ma cherie. We would be matching too!”

The silvery blonde girl leaned in close, her voice husky as she whispered in Harry’s ear, “It's a beautiful summer day though. Just imagine it. You and me, going for a walk in these, enjoying the day, and then… when we come home… It’ll be just you, me and the bed, for the rest of the day.”

Harry moaned softly, her green eyes darkened as she raked her eyes over Fleur’s svelte form, dressed in a pastel blue bikini top and jean shorts, hair done up in a messy bun, her eyes flickering to the similar, green bikini top and flowy, layered skirt laid out on the bed, her teeth worrying that pouty lower lip of hers in that way Fleur loved so much.

“Okay,” she acquiesced.

Fleur grinned, leaping forward, her arms wrapping around her girlfriend’s frame, “thank you thank you thank you! I swear, you won’t regret it.”

Harry giggled, pushing the other girl off, “Okay, if you say so. Now let me go get changed, darling.” Picking up the clothes, she slipped into their bathroom.

When Harry stepped out, Fleur’s jaw dropped. The pale green bikini top and the skirt fit Harry perfectly, emphasizing her beautiful figure, yet leaving just the right amount to the imagination to make it truly irresistible.

With her hair done up in a messy ponytail, a few long, loose bangs brushed behind her ear, just the right amount of makeup accenting her features, she looked a vision.

Harry gave the silvery blonde a salacious wink, twirling in place, “What do you think?”

It was enough to short Fleur’s brain.

“Uh huh,” the french girl drooled.

“What was that?” Harry asked, her voice teasing.

Fleur snapped from her funk, shaking her head as she pounced on the other girl, trappin her in her arms as she nipped at the delicate skin of the raven haired girl’s neck, “I think I’ve changed my mind, mon amour. Lets just stay in, so that I can -”

“Off, you horny veela,” Harry chuckled, pushing the other girl away as Fleur pouted, “We still have to go out, remember? It's a beautiful day.”

“Okay, okay,” Fleur grumbled, stealing glances at Harry as she checked herself in the mirror adorning the wall of their room.

The blonde girl’s eyes widened, as she grabbed her phone, sidling up to Harry in front of the mirror, phone held up, “One last thing before we go. Say sexy!”

Harry hid a smile, pouting as she leaned on the dresser below the mirror.

Click.

Green eyes peered over Fleur’s pale shoulder as the french girl uploaded the image, reading the caption with a smile.

Did someone say hot girl summer??