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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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[clumsy_auror]

*Harder, faster, she rocks against him, her breathing ragged in her own ears, his heart pounding beneath her palm on his chest.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard sits up to taste the sweat-mixed-with-cinnamon of the notch between her collarbones. Her fingers twist in his hair and he winces and forgets about it a moment later when he reaches down to stroke her and she begins to tremble against him.*

[clumsy_auror]

Oh. Oh.

*Her eyes widen, and her head falls forward to rest against his.*

Please, just a little--yes--

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*As undone as he is, he still manages to half-smile triumphantly when she loses language completely, but the smile is wiped from his face a moment later. He mutters half-articulate endearments into her neck, losing what little control he has one. second. at. a. time.*

[clumsy_auror]

*And then she can hardly see as the pace increases still further, and she feels herself starting to shake in earnest under his touch, around him, her lips seeking his out in a searing kiss.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Somehow, his hand finds its way to the small of her back and he presses, hard, using that one spot to pull her to him even harder. The kiss breaks and he can't help but moan at the loss of her lips.*

[clumsy_auror]

Oh Jesus Christ--

*Nymphadora dissolves completely, her hips still thrusting against his as she comes.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A few seconds minutes hours later and he follows her, and he doesn't even know what he's saying into her cheek because he can't even hear himself over the blood pounding in his ears.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Oh, and then it's so warm and so wonderful, and she can't think but she can touch, and she does, and his hands are on her, and and and--



Nymphadora laughs unsteadily, even as she's coming down, and wraps her arms tightly around him.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His hands tangle in her hair like they always do, and he presses soft kisses to her collarbones, smiling to himself and trying to catch his breath.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She holds him tighter and tugs on his shoulders until they tip over onto the couch, and she grins madly.*

You're a good shag, Bernard Wrangle.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard lazily pulls Val's quilt from the back of the couch and wraps them both in it which would surely scar her for life securely and grins at Nymphadora sleepily.*

I know.

[clumsy_auror]

Mmmm.

*Her grin widens, and she drops light kisses on his lips.*

Modest, too.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He snickers*

Oh my God, I know, isn't it stunning? Beauty, talent, and humility, all in one irresistable package.

I really don't know how you resisted me.

[clumsy_auror]

*a roll of her eyes*

No idea, really.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His mouth drops open.

He Is Shocked.*

Do you deny it? It's the beauty thing, isn't it? The scars do it every time.

*He tsks. It's worrisome.*

[clumsy_auror]

Scars, freckles, head-on-fire, abominable temper, steady hands, black everything...

*Nymphadora shifts closer, kissing his cheek and smiling.*

Just to name a few.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard flushes and smiles at her, blue eyes shining.

After a moment of just looking at her, he leans forward to kiss her softly.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She lets herself be held, kissed, and curls close against his chest.*



Don't wanna move.

Ever.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Don't have to.

*He shifts and winces*

Well. Maybe a little. Your elbow's stabbing into my ribs.

[clumsy_auror]

Oh, sorry.

*She wiggles her elbow loose and tries to pull her arm free of the quilt.

Nymphadora succeeds a little too vigorously, and thwaps herself in the nose.*

Ow.

*She rubs it gingerly.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He can't help himself.

He sporfles.*

You okay?

[clumsy_auror]

*a long-suffering sigh*

Oh, yeah. Brilliant altogether.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He takes the offending limb and kisses her knuckles, then kisses the tip of her nose, smiling tenderly.*

There.

All better.

[clumsy_auror]

*His smile and eyes make her catch her breath, and she nods.*

Yeah.

All better.