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Feb. 13th, 2005 01:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorNymphadora eased the door to their room open and slipped inside as quietly as she could. At the snick of the bolt in the frame, though, Bernard stirred slightly on the bed. "...Nnh?"
"Just me," she replied softly, retrieving a hair tie from the top of the dresser and pulling her long hair back into a loose knot. "Sunny's still asleep, I just checked on her."
Bernard rolled towards her, blinking his eyes open and smiling groggily. "And why aren't you? It's early, still."
She grinned and bent down, cupping his cheek and kissing him. "Well, I did spend a good part of the afternoon conked out in the sun. I'm feeling well-rested." She ran a hand through his sleep-spiked hair, mussing it a bit more. "I'm going to go fetch some breakfast. What would you like, eggs? Porridge? Toast?"
With a wry grin, Bernard twined his arms around her waist and pulled her down next to him. "I think it's my duty as Barman to keep you well away from that kitchen, Captain Destructo. We still want it in one piece when Gil wakes up, or he'll take it out of my hide."
"Oh, go on," Nymphadora laughed, wrapping her arms around him and planting a smacking kiss on his cheek. "I'm not that bad." At his sardonic expression, she relented. "...Well, okay, maybe I am. But I maintain that that shelf gave way all on its own, that one time. And I mended the plates!"
Bernard chuckled, the sound reverberating low in his chest, and kissed her. "I love you."
She grinned and kissed him back, her hand finding his and squeezing it. "I love you, too. Now," she said, maneuvering her way out of his grip, "I'll just go get tea and coffee. I think I can handle that."
Nymphadora sat up and swung her legs out over the edge of the bed. She failed to realize, however, that the sheet had become rather tangled around her feet, and got only a step away from the bed before tripping spectacularly and landing in a heap on the rug. "Ow."
Bernard stared at her for a second and then dissolved into helpless laughter, hiding his face in the pillow and pounding the mattress as he howled. From the floor, Nymphadora started laughing too, making little headway in her attempts to free herself from the sheet. Eventually, Bernard calmed down enough to roll out of bed and untangle her, eyes crinkled with mirth.
He helped her stand, and she straightened her shirt, grinning sheepishly at him. Bernard leaned forward and kissed her forehead, still smiling. "You're perfect, sweetheart." He pulled her into a hug for a moment, and then gently prodded her back to the bed. "I'll go fix breakfast." With a wink, he pulled open the door and disappeared out into the hallway.
Nymphadora flopped back down onto the bed, grinning at the ceiling.
It was going to be a good day.
"Just me," she replied softly, retrieving a hair tie from the top of the dresser and pulling her long hair back into a loose knot. "Sunny's still asleep, I just checked on her."
Bernard rolled towards her, blinking his eyes open and smiling groggily. "And why aren't you? It's early, still."
She grinned and bent down, cupping his cheek and kissing him. "Well, I did spend a good part of the afternoon conked out in the sun. I'm feeling well-rested." She ran a hand through his sleep-spiked hair, mussing it a bit more. "I'm going to go fetch some breakfast. What would you like, eggs? Porridge? Toast?"
With a wry grin, Bernard twined his arms around her waist and pulled her down next to him. "I think it's my duty as Barman to keep you well away from that kitchen, Captain Destructo. We still want it in one piece when Gil wakes up, or he'll take it out of my hide."
"Oh, go on," Nymphadora laughed, wrapping her arms around him and planting a smacking kiss on his cheek. "I'm not that bad." At his sardonic expression, she relented. "...Well, okay, maybe I am. But I maintain that that shelf gave way all on its own, that one time. And I mended the plates!"
Bernard chuckled, the sound reverberating low in his chest, and kissed her. "I love you."
She grinned and kissed him back, her hand finding his and squeezing it. "I love you, too. Now," she said, maneuvering her way out of his grip, "I'll just go get tea and coffee. I think I can handle that."
Nymphadora sat up and swung her legs out over the edge of the bed. She failed to realize, however, that the sheet had become rather tangled around her feet, and got only a step away from the bed before tripping spectacularly and landing in a heap on the rug. "Ow."
Bernard stared at her for a second and then dissolved into helpless laughter, hiding his face in the pillow and pounding the mattress as he howled. From the floor, Nymphadora started laughing too, making little headway in her attempts to free herself from the sheet. Eventually, Bernard calmed down enough to roll out of bed and untangle her, eyes crinkled with mirth.
He helped her stand, and she straightened her shirt, grinning sheepishly at him. Bernard leaned forward and kissed her forehead, still smiling. "You're perfect, sweetheart." He pulled her into a hug for a moment, and then gently prodded her back to the bed. "I'll go fix breakfast." With a wink, he pulled open the door and disappeared out into the hallway.
Nymphadora flopped back down onto the bed, grinning at the ceiling.
It was going to be a good day.
