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[clumsy_auror]

*The bedroom door opens quietly and Nymphadora slips inside.*

They're both asleep, finally. Aziraphael's clutching Wilde, and Sunny's got Jemma, so I think they'll be all right.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard doesn't even notice that he's twice as clothed as she is as he kisses and licks his way down her neck, across her collarbones, pausing to kiss the fingertips of the hand that's twined with his.

As his lips trail over her breast, he wonders at the softness of her skin, the scent, the taste of her, as familiar as himself.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora arches her neck back, shuddering for a moment as his teeth graze one nipple. When she speaks, her voice sounds far-away to her own ears.*

Bernard.

*She pulls his head up, looking him in the eye.*

Take you shirt off.

I want to see you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*It's like he can't look away from her as he pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor beside the bed.

If he had any idea how ou of control he looks, all flushed, glassy-eyed, messy-haired, he'd laugh.

But he's got no idea.*

Anything else?

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora bites her lip, her gaze sweeping over his torso, watching the muscles of his arms and shoulders move.*

Well, since you asked...

*Her eyes flicker down to his trousers, and she stretches her arms up over her head, breasts rolling with the movement.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard bites his lip, then bends his head to press a kiss to her sternum, taking her hand from behind her head and pressing it to his belt.*

I'm sorry. You just immobilized me. I can't quite manage something so complex.

*He looks up at her through his lashes before taking a nipple into his mouth.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora almost winces at the contact of his mouth on her breast, and takes a ragged breath.

She still manages a small smirk.*

'S nice to know I still have the power to gobsmack.

*Deftly, she unbuckles his belt and pulls it from the loops.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He almost forgets to answer when she unzips his fly with a deft flick of her wrist.*




Uh. Oh.

Daily. Are you kidding?

*He kicks the trousers off and begins to work on hers.*

[clumsy_auror]

*A laugh, as she lifts her hips so he can tug them down.*

God, I love you.

*Nymphadora pulls his head down for a kiss.*

Make me feel like the only person in the whole bloody world.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Another hiss as their hips settle against each other again, and he can't help moving against her a little.*

Right now, you are.

And most other times, too.

*He kisses her again deeply, hands everywhere.*

But right now most of all.

[clumsy_auror]

*She gasps as his hips rock against hers, as his hands brush over her skin, and his lips draw a moan from her mouth.*

'S amazing. Can't believe it, sometimes.

*Her own hands slide down his back, drifting lower, pulling him closer against her.*

Except I can, 'cause it's the same for me.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard takes her hands from behind his back and lifts them above her head, nipping at her lips teasingly.*

I know it is.

*He grins.*

And if it wasn't, I'd make sure it was right away.

*Holding her hands bound, he returns to her breasts, smiling when she gasps and arches up.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora's hands strain a little in his tight grasp, her head falling back on the bed as his mouth latches onto her nipple.*

Fuck, Bernard.

*Her hips press more insistently, though her voice is little more than a whimper.*

Please.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He lifts his head a little to catch her eye, his own almost black.

Far too slowly, he moves up her body, settling himself on top of her, biting his lip, still holding her fast. His lips are millimeters from hers.*

Please what?

[clumsy_auror]

*Her eyes are slitted, and she winces again, cheeks flushed.*

Anything. I don't care. Just. Please.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*One eyebrow goes up.

Bernard half-smiles.

Bypassing her lips, Bernard begins a slow descent from her neck to her shoulders to her torso to her hips, letting go of her hands as he moves.

Her knickers are long gone.

He lifts one leg, then the other, over his shoulders, and looks her in the eye as he touches his mouth to her far too gently.*

[clumsy_auror]

Oh.

*It's more of a breath than any sort of spoken word, a sigh that escapes her as she struggles to keep his gaze.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*But he can't keep her gaze as he presses harder, his tongue moving over her in long, lazy strokes. His eyes drift shut, and it's like he's feeling his way, because this way he can feel every tremor, every indrawn breath, every tense muscle in her thighs.*

[clumsy_auror]

*One hand unconsciously rests on his head, her fingers pushing through the copper of his hair. The other hand covers her eyes, blocking out everything but the feel and the sound of his mouth on her.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And when every bit of her tenses for a second, he backs off just enough, eyes flickering open, and has to close them again, the sight of her writhing under his mouth almost too much.

With a silent groan, he presses just that much harder, moves just that much faster, unable to draw it out much longer.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She cries out, hips bucking, feeling his groan even if she doesn't hear it.*

Oh G-- I can't-- please--

*Her level of coherency rapidly spirals downward with every flick of his tongue.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And his hands are at her hips, anchoring her as she begins to shudder, and he looks up, watching her arch and gasp, not even feeling the pain of her grip on his hair.*

[clumsy_auror]

*And all she can think is -- no, there is no thinking just now, not when she can't see can hear anything, her entire being focused on the warmth in her veins and the presence of this man between her thighs, and she shudders and shudders and gasps and

yes*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And yes, he's gasping with her, entirely focused on her pleasure, on the way she moves when his tongue flicks there rather than here, and he draws this part out as long as he can, because he was telling her the truth all those weeks ago when he wrote to her that she's never more beautiful than at this moment right here--*

[clumsy_auror]

*And finally she's so tense that she can't contract any more, muscles taut, and she snaps, a cry exploding out of her and it feels like falling down stairs, like water splashing on rocks--

--like coming home.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And even though she's done, he still moves his tongue over her slowly, lovingly, a few more times before turning his head, grinning and flushed, to press a kiss to her thigh.*