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[clumsy_auror]

*While Bernard brushes his teeth, Nymphadora settles herself in bed, book propped up on her knees.

The strap of her lemon-yellow tank top keeps sliding down her shoulder, and she absently pulls it back up.*

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[clumsy_auror]

*Slowly, she lifts her arms, her eyes wide and locked on his above her.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He lifts the shirt over her head, eyes heavy-lidded, and throws it aside.

His hand skims over her sternum and he bends his head to press a kiss just over her heart, almost reverent.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her mouth falls open just slightly, and her hands drift, feather-light, over his bare freckled shoulders.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Slowly, carefully, Bernard kisses his way around one breast, then the other, coming frustratingly close to both nipples, but moving away at the last second.

Taking his time.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her eyes drift closed, fingers slipping through his hair, and she lets herself just feel as he touches her.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He takes one of her hands in his, mouthing first her wrist, then the pulse at the inside of her elbow, lips grazing her still-sore shoulder and her neck.

When he kisses her, it's slow, deep, and insistent, a different sort of claiming.*

[clumsy_auror]

*When he pulls away slightly a few long moments later, Nymphadora's breathless, lips swollen.*

Missed you.

*She's not talking about being gone.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard, his whole body flushed with just being this close to her again, kisses both her cheeks and her lips.*

I missed you, too.

*Kisses to her eyelids, and then her lips again.*

S'been a week.

Seems like months.

[clumsy_auror]

I know.

*Nymphadora hooks her thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down.*

So much has happened.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*At the same time, Bernard pulls off her knickers, bending his head to kiss a trail up her thigh, then up and around her hip.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She lifts her head a little to smile softly down at him, smoothing her hand over his shoulder blade.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He settles his hips against hers far too gently, almost wincing, and kisses her lips for a very long time, unwilling to stop for breath, moaning into her mouth at the feeltastesmellsound of her.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora slides her tongue against his and pulls him closer, wanting every bit of her skin touching him, holding him near.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And for once it's the lack of urgency that's so stunning, that he knows, knows, that they've got time, they've got hours, days, months, years, and they will have them, and he smiles as he breaks the kiss and bends to take a nipple in his mouth, because he will be doing this and loving it for the rest of his life.*

[clumsy_auror]

Oh--

*She gasps, almost wincing at his mouth on her breast, arching her back up to meet him.

One of her legs slides up and down the length of his, slowly, and then wraps around his hip.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins, moaning softly, his hips pressing against hers in a maddeningly slow rhythm, and moves to the other breast, using his teeth as well as lips and tongue.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora swears, not terribly softly, her hips bucking against his.*

God, you just-- you don't know how it--

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

--I can tell.

*Things are suddenly a little more... urgent, and Bernard gasps against her breast, fumbling for her hand and pulling it down between them.

For all that, though, he doesn't stop.*

[clumsy_auror]

*It's hard to concentrate with his mouth where it is, doing what it's doing, but she manages all the same.

Her hand wraps around him, squeezing lightly.

She speaks between gasps.*

God I love you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard cries out, hips jerking, and he lifts his head to look in Nymphadora's eyes, one hand replacing his mouth at her breast.*

Love you-- too. God.

[clumsy_auror]

*She pulls him down to her lips once more, kissing him slowly, fully, easing the pace just a little, steadying him.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He takes a deep breath and looks at her, eyes almost black, a hand sliding up the back of her thigh and down to her knee again. Bending his head to kiss a nipple, a collarbone, a pulse, then lips again, he slows his hips and pauses above her, as if waiting for an invitation.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She smiles up at him, biting her lip.*

Please?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins softly against her lips and they both move at the same time, he pressing forward, she guiding him with her hands, until they're both gasping into each other's mouths.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She doesn't move, just yet -- simply holds hom close, her palms flat on his back.

Her lips brush his lightly, and she smiles.

One almost might not notice that she's shaking.*