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[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora straightens from where she's been tending the fire. It's the last cold night they'll have for a long while, she reckons, so they may as well make good use of it. A few flicks of her wand and the candles on the mantle flare to life.

She looks at the clock. And fidgets.

What could possibly be taking him so long?*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard walks into the bedroom, completely oblivious.*

...Well, she's finally in bed. I think we need some new books. Dr. Seuss is getting a little tattered--

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora points a finger commandingly at the door, and it swings swiftly shut; the next second Bernard is somehow on the bed, flat on his back, pinned down by a purple-haired Auror.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*There is some mild flailing until Bernard realizes what's happened, and by that time his shirt's half off.*



So you like the kilt?

[clumsy_auror]

Like it?

*Nymphadora finishes divesting him of his shirt, and flings it across the room. It hits the window and slides to the floor.*

Uh. Yeah.

*She leans down and kisses him deeply.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Fuck...

*And he's kissing her back just as frantically, hands sliding up her long, bare thigs to the scandalously short hemline of her miniskirt.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She grinds her hips against his and chuckles against his lips.*

Didn't I tell you it'd be worth your while?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He pulls away reluctantly from her lips to trace the pulse of her neck.*


Yeah, but I had no idea.

[clumsy_auror]

What can I say. When you go to school in Scotland, you learn to appreciate a well-worn kilt.

*Her grin becomes a little cat-like as she rakes her fingers through his bright hair.*

Next time you're wearing the ribbon.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Next time?

*His fingertips slip under the hemline to caress the backs of her upper thighs.*

And when, pray tell, will I ever have a reason to wear a kilt again?

[clumsy_auror]

...When I ask you to?

*Her eyes darken slightly as she leans back against his hands; her own are smoothing slowly up his chest.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well.

*His eyes are midnight blue by now.*

There's that.

[clumsy_auror]

Uh-huh.

*She takes hold of the hem of her shirt and pulls it up over her head, leaving her hair a bit tangled and mussed.*

That's what I thought.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His fingers toy with the clasp and zipper of her skirt for a second before undoing them both.*




There's really no way for me to get out of wearing this again, is there?

[clumsy_auror]

Not so much, no.

*She shimmies out of the skirt and tosses it aside before turning around to unlace his boots.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He sits up on his elbows, grinning, and watches her.*


Is it just me, or am I actually the luckiest man in the multiverse?

[clumsy_auror]

*She looks back at him, grinning as well, purple hair tumbling over her shoulder and clashing fabulously with her tangerine bra.*

Afraid I'm a bit biased, love. You'll have to take a poll.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, that'll go over well with the troops. They'll adore me even more than they do now, which is to say, not at all.

[clumsy_auror]

*Shoes and socks disposed of, Nymphadora crawls back up and stretches out alongside him.*

None of that, now. They respect you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Now that I'm not keeping them up nights, sure. But the aforementioned poll will just remind them of that dark, dark time.

[clumsy_auror]

Or, as I like to call it, "Heaven at the End of the Universe."

*Yes, those are finger-quotes you hear.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard laughs in her face.

He can't help it.*

[clumsy_auror]

Hey. I didn't hear you complaining at the time either, Barman.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

No, certainly not. That was not an "Oh, God, make it stop" that you were hearing.

I was just wondering if we could get married now because there is no way I could love you any more than I do at this moment.

[clumsy_auror]

*She looks at him for a long moment, and then, absolutely beaming, wraps her arms around him and pulls him close.*

Funny. I know exactly what you mean.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Starting at her knee and ending at her waist, his hand skims the length of her leg, wrapping it around his leather-clad hip.

His smile fades.*

Started thinking of you as my wife long before I even got the ring.