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[clumsy_auror]

*It's a rather warm evening, so Nymphadora strips down to her tank top before stepping out onto the porch, feet bare. She slides into one of the chairs and props her legs up on the railing, watching the fireflies dance through the air over the lake.*

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[clumsy_auror]

I know. I can't wait to watch you and Sunny with it. She'll be in heaven.

*Nymphadora slides down onto the porch beside him, crossing her legs Indian-style.*

D'you want your present now?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He crosses his legs, too, grinning boyishly.*

Sure.

[clumsy_auror]

*She can't help but grin back at him, as she lifts her hand to the open porch door and speaks in a clear voice.*

Accio present.

*A small, square package, wrapped simply in bright red paper, sails through the doorway and smacks into her hand.*

Okay. Open it.

*She looks a little nervous.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He's not the sort to be careful with wrapping paper. It's ripped right off.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Inside the box is a smooth, flat, opalescent stone, pleasantly warm to the touch. It fits perfectly in the palm of Bernard's hand.

Nymphadora clears her throat, still looking a little anxious.*

It's, um, a memory stone. I've charmed it, you see, with some of my mental pictures of us -- flashes of memory and emotions. Good ones. And we can add some of yours, too. All you have to do is--

*She reaches out and curls his fingers around it.*

--You just hold it, and you feel it. See it.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's eyes close and he can seefeelheartouchsmell a thousand things at once.

--lips on her breastthighneckearwaistfingertip--

--i love you too--

--be my wife?--

--i like the grass flavored ones--

--want my kids to be your kids too--

--on the desk in the study--

He opens his eyes a second later, dazed.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her voice quiets, again, and she bites her lip.*

I just thought-- on the days I'm gone--

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He laughs and it almost sounds like a sob of relief as he leans forward to kiss her firmly.*

It's perfect.

I love it.

[clumsy_auror]

*Her face lights up, and her hand slides up to rest on the side of his neck as she kisses him back.*

I'm glad.


...Old man.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Hey. They grey hair's all your fault.

*He's still grinning even though his tone's offended, and he kisses her again, slower.*

[clumsy_auror]

Yeah, yeah. Suuuuure.

*Nymphadora laughs against his lips and then hugs him tightly, her head resting contentedly on his shoulder.

After a moment, she speaks again.*

You ready for bed? 'Cause there's another part of your present...

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Does it involve cucumbers? Just be sure you peel it this time, okay? Couldn't walk straight for a week.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora snorts a laugh.*

You sod.

Well, if you'd rather not find out....

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

You're joking, right?

*He stands and pulls her up, kissing her as soon as she's at mouth-level.*

[clumsy_auror]

Mmmm.

*She leans back a moment later, eyes sparkling in the moonlight, and squeezes his hands.*

Come inside.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins again and follows her in.

The door to the porch shuts.

The fireflies and the crickets continue their song and dance routine uninterrupted.*