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May. 22nd, 2005 10:35 pm*Nymphadora's in the kitchen making a cheese toastie. (This much, at least, she can manage on her own.) The Beatles are playing in the living room, and she bops around the kitchen, singing along as she assembles her snack.*
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Date: 2005-05-23 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-23 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-23 06:08 am (UTC)...Ooops?
*Then she shrugs, grinning, and ducks her head, flicking her tongue over his nipple.*
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Date: 2005-05-23 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-23 02:53 pm (UTC)Her hand skims down his stomach and brushes briefly against the front of his trousers; then she squeezes, ever so slightly.*
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Date: 2005-05-23 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-23 02:59 pm (UTC)*Her head lolls to one side, eyes drifting closed, and she bites her lip.*
Why don't I -- ahhh -- why don't I wear skirts more?
*She starts blindly working at his belt buckle.*
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:01 pm (UTC)I don't know-- oh my God --but it's a fucking tragedy.
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:05 pm (UTC)*She succeeds in unbuckling his belt, and goes to work on his trousers; her progress is slowed, however, by the... thing Bernard is currently doing with his tongue. Nymphadora lets out a groan.*
You're very distracting, did you know?
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:06 pm (UTC)Oh, I'm sorry. Did you need to do something?
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:09 pm (UTC)No! No, your trousers can wait. Carry on.
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:11 pm (UTC)No, I don't think they can.
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:14 pm (UTC)Is this going to end up being a Mexican standoff?
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:16 pm (UTC)Well.
Um.
*Their hips press together.*
No one's getting shot or anything. Yet.
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:35 pm (UTC)Bloody hell, what kind of a witch am I?
*Nymphadora fishes her wand out of her back pocket and flicks it at Bernard.*
Divestium Bernard.
*A second later, the remainder of his clothes are piled messily on the armchair. She frowns.*
Bollocks. Can never get them to fold properly.
*She flicks her wand again, and the clothes twitch, to no avail. Thwacking her wand against her palm a few times, she tries again, paying no attention whatsoever to the now very-naked man between her thighs.*
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-23 03:49 pm (UTC)*She grins and reddens.*
Sorry.
*Still snickering, she leans forward to kiss him again, tongue flicking over his lips, and clenches her hand a little bit harder, this time.*
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:52 pm (UTC)That's it. I'm burning every pair of trousers you own.
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:54 pm (UTC)*She smirks just a tiny bit.*
If somebody hadn't pitched my wand out of reach...
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Date: 2005-05-23 03:55 pm (UTC)Oh, fuck off, my love. Desperate measures.
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Date: 2005-05-23 04:01 pm (UTC)You fuck off! Tsk, tsk, always in such a rush.
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Date: 2005-05-23 04:02 pm (UTC)...It takes two to rush. If I had a nickel for every time I've heard "Now, Bernard, now, now now!"
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Date: 2005-05-23 04:05 pm (UTC)*She feigns surprise*
So you'd rather go slower? That's fine, I'll finish my sandwhich while you work up to it, then.
*Nymphadora bites back her grin and reaches for her plate.*
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Date: 2005-05-23 04:09 pm (UTC)Wonder how that happened.
Bernard looks up at her mock-serenely, eyes glittering with temper and barely-restrained lust.*
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Date: 2005-05-23 04:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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