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[clumsy_auror]

*In the late afternoon, Bernard helps her move out to the couch, bringing her a book and cup after cup of tea.

The change of scenery is nice, but she'd still rather be up and about.*

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[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora sucks in a breath as she lifts her arms, the sore muscles twinging in protest.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He winces, sliding a gentle hand down one arm and kissing her shoulder, before pulling her socks off.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Looking down at him, she smiles a little again, brushing her fingers over his hair.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Catching one of her hands in his, he kisses her knuckles one by one, then places her fingers against the buttons of his shirt. He looks up at her through his lashes, biting his lip, his own hands going to the waist of her pajamas.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her fingers fumble for a moment, but then slip the buttons of his shirt through their holes, one by one. Slipping the shirt from his shoulders, she eases herself off the counter.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He lets it drop to the floor beside hers, and lets her pajamas drop as well, taking a second to marvel; she's not got a scratch on her

(I can't scar)

anymore.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora bites her lip, flushing a little as he looks at her.

She concentrates on unbuttoning his trousers.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His hands are at her hip and her cheek, and he catches her eye as he steps out of his trousers.*

It's just me.

[clumsy_auror]

Yeah.

*She rests her hands against his chest, smiling a bit.*

I know.

Just know what you're thinking, is all.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He rests a hand over one of hers.*

Never been any good at hiding it.

[clumsy_auror]

*She leans in, kissing his cheek softly.*

I know it's a bit strange, to think about.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

'S like you never left.

*His brow furrows.*

But you did.

[clumsy_auror]

Yeah.

*a short laugh*

I remember.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His eyes slide closed, and he looks impossibly tired.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora bites her lip and then leans in, kissing him softly.

Then she pulls back a little and smiles.*

Help me in?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard opens his eyes and nods, his arm sliding around her waist. They walk to the bathtub slowly, and he steadies her as she steps in, turning the water off.

He pulls his boxers off and steps in behind her, sighing as he wraps every limb around her, lips against her hair.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Sighing, she leans back against his chest, stretching out her legs and letting the warm water seep into her bones.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Her long hair catches in the bubbles and curls softly in the water and the humid air. Lacing their fingers together on her belly, he brushes the hair from her neck with his other hand and kisses the nape tenderly.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora lets her eyes drift closed.*

Love you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I love you, too.

*It's barely a whisper against the skin of her shoulder.*

Get your hair wet.

[clumsy_auror]

*Sliding down into the water, she shakes her head back and forth a little, soaking her hair.

When she straightens, it hangs down her back in a tangled black mass.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard doesn't even bother with the tangles yet. He just picks up the bottle of shampoo and works quite a bit into her hair, from roots to ends, and then slowly massages her scalp.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She draws in a long breath and lets it out slowly, eyes still closed.*

I think you missed your calling in life.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He smiles.*

Not so.

[clumsy_auror]

I dunno.

*She tilts her head as his fingers work over her scalp.*

You're awfully good at this.