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[clumsy_auror]

*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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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He watches her for a moment longer, then shifts her wrists to one hand, cupping her cheek in the other.

Almost unbearably slowly, he brings their faces closer together until their lips touch.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She tries not to moan, tries, but it slips out anyway, and their lips are only barely brushing -- softly meeting and parting, shallow kisses, almost sweet.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His fingers tangle in her hair just a little too tightly as he presses forward and opens her mouth with his.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora tilts her head slightly, letting him in, forgetting to even breathe for a few long moments.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And Bernard's hands are slow to let go of her wrists, but when they do they're everywhere, up her spine, across her collarbones, under, around, atop her breasts, carefully pulling at her jeans and sliding around her hip to press her closer to him.*

[clumsy_auror]

*A little out of breath, she pulls her mouth away and leans her forehead against his, biting her lip.*

Tease.

*Her own hands slide across his freckled shoulders, pulling him closer.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh?

*He nips at her collarbone, far too gently.*

I thought you wanted to take it slow?

[clumsy_auror]

What I want...

*Nymphadora arches her back slightly, brushing her breasts against his chest.*

...is you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He exhales abruptly, eyes sliding closed.*

You have me.

[clumsy_auror]

*At this, her expression softens, and she pauses.*



I know I do.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins slowly.*

Gosh.

Whatever will you do with me?

[clumsy_auror]

Oh...

*Nymphadora stands, stretching.*

I can think of a few things.

*She starts to wriggle out of her jeans.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*The jeans are gone, and Bernard suddenly sits forward to kiss her hip and belly, pulling her knickers down.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her arms slide around his shoulders, and she leans down to kiss the top of his head.

Her smile widens, as she just looks at him.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He looks up at her, almost boyish, all rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora laughs a bit, for no reason, and then takes his face in her hands and pulls him up into a kiss.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*At the same time, he pulls her back onto the couch, arms tight around her waist, head tipped back to kiss her.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She laughs again as they fall onto the couch, and resettles herself on his lap.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And they're kissing slowly, deeply, and he can't stop himself from moaning into her mouth over and over.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She runs out of breath eventually, and pulls away, her hands trailing up and down his sides.*


Love you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I love you, too.

*His lips trail down her neck.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her fingertips trail over his skin, over the scars, down his arm and to his hand where their fingers tangle together.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard kisses his way down one breast slowly, squeezing her fingers. His other hand slips up the inside of her thigh.

He glances up to watch the tint of her cheeks change.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her breathing wavers slightly, and her eyes slide halfway closed.

The flush on her cheeks matches that on her neck and breasts.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard takes one nipple into his mouth and lets his thumb trace a lazy circle around, around, around, but never on.*