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[clumsy_auror]

*There's a good deal of rummaging going on in the closet.*

Where on earth did the other one go? Bloody hell, I just unpacked the damned things...ah, there it is.

*Nymphadora emerges from the closet, sliding the other heel on and propping herself awkwardly against the door frame as she does. Then she smooths down the front of her dress and calls across the hall to the bathroom.*

Bernard? Ready to go?

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh.

*Bernard strides across the hall and through their bedroom door, black button-down and trousers somewhat nicer than his everyday attire. He's buttoning his cuff, so he doesn't immediately notice the dress.

Then he does.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Raising an eyebrow appreciatively, she walks over and straightens the collar of his shirt, smoothing her hand down his chest.*

You look very handsome. Blimey.

*Then she takes a step back and grins, glancing down at herself and then back up at him.*

Like it?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His eyes are like saucers.*

Wow.

You look so pretty.

[clumsy_auror]

*She blushes, pleased, and almost shyly tucks a curl of chestnut hair behind her ear.*

Thanks. I don't, you know. Get dressed up terribly often.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

You should. You look fantastic.

*He lifts a hand to touch her hair, but hesitates, unwilling to mess it up.*

It's the same color it was when you met Kathleen and Dude.

[clumsy_auror]

*She nods, smiling at the memory; then her grin turns cheeky.*

Look almost normal, in this get-up...some might even say sedate.

*Then she glances down at the somewhat abbreviated hem of her dress.*

Well. Maybe not quite sedate.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His hands slids around her waist slowly, and he bends to press a light kiss to the side of her neck.*

Not quite.

[clumsy_auror]

*Her eyes slide closed for a moment, and she rests a hand on the small of his back.*

This is nice, really. You and I haven't ever really been out on a proper date.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well. Not much opportunity, unfortunately.

*His brow furrows*

Sorry about that.

[clumsy_auror]

'S not your fault. And I'm not complaining.

*She tips his chin up and kisses him lightly.*

I just always like an opportunity to show you off, is all.

*Her grin widens.*

Thinking back, that day in Diagon Alley was a bit of a date, wasn't it? And my general annoyance at that pesky girl who asked you to dance at the concert makes more sense, now.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He laughs*

Don't think that escaped my notice. I was looking for your reaction that night.

Tom certainly interpreted it as such. He was giving us the funniest looks when we got back.

*He cups her cheek, thumb running over her cheekbone.*

'Course, that might have had something to do with the fact that you were all over me.

[clumsy_auror]

*Her hand slides slowly up his forearm, and she laughs with him.*

I, erm, was a bit, wasn't I? But, even before we were together, somehow you were...

*She leans in and kisses the curve of his jaw.*

...mine.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A shaky breath.*

I was.

Utterly.

[clumsy_auror]

*Her free hand tangles with his, and for a moment she looks slightly distressed.*

I'm sorry I didn't know sooner. I should have -- I should have noticed. You were my best friend and I didn't see--

*She breaks off, biting her lip.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He shakes his head and brings her knuckles to his mouth.*

Don't.

As much as I tease you about being oblivious, I hid it like crazy, and Aziraphael and Crowley helped me, even though Crowley was simultaneously pushing me to say something. I never blamed you, and I never expected you to see. Not really.

Besides.

*A soft, teasing grin*

Suffering builds character.

[clumsy_auror]

Well.

*she sighs a bit, and gives him a small smile*

I think we've both got enough character to be going along with, for now.

*a soft kiss on his cheek*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Absolutely.

*A peck on her lips and a soft smile*

Ready to go, then, sweetheart?

[clumsy_auror]

Yeah.

*She returns the smile and slips her hand in his.*

Let's go knock 'em dead.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins and leads the way.*