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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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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh.

*He reaches down to stroke her, lifting his head to watch her face flush, her pupils dilate, he mouth fall open.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Sucking in a sharp breath, Nymphadora stares up at him, into the blue (blue like the patch of twilight sky I could see from the castle) of his eyes, brushing her thumb over his lips, watching the way the lamplight leaves flecks of gold in his eyebrows.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He pulls her thumb into his mouth and bites down on it gently, just barely holding back, waiting for her.*

[clumsy_auror]

*And she's so close and it probably shows all over her face, the furrow of her brow, the slight twitch of her mouth, the sheen of perspiration on her skin--*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And he can see it, of course he can, because he knows her every move, every sound, as if it were his own, and so he knows it only take a little more here, a firmer push there--*

[clumsy_auror]

*And then it's suddenly upon her, one strong wave after another making her shake from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes, and her chest is hitching trying to catch her breath as she comes, pulling his lips down to hers for a searing kiss.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And the mere sight of her writhing under him, coupled with the sound of her gasps and the feel of her around him, pushes him right over the edge after her, and he can't hold back any longer, shouting into her mouth over and over, until he can't even make a sound.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her lips mouth along his cheekbone to his temple, whispering endearments, and her arms tighten around him still further even as their trembling starts to lessen.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's face is buried in Nymphadora's neck as he comes down, and he bites his lip, his chest a little tight with it.*








I missed you.

[clumsy_auror]

I missed you too.


*Nymphadora takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and sifting her fingers through his hair.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His hands wander over her slowly as he shifts to one side, and he takes one of her hands in his and kisses her fingertips, eyes nearly closed.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Nudging closer, she tilts her head to the side and kisses him softly before settling her head on the pillow next to his, biting her lip a little.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He pulls the covers up from where they're bunched at the end of the bed and curls up with her as close as he can without being behind her.


He smiles.*

Hi.

[clumsy_auror]

*She smiles back at him.*

Hi.

*deep breath*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A kiss to the tip of her nose.*

How're you?

[clumsy_auror]

Well...

To be honest, rather worried about Sunny.


*She rests her hand against his chest, one finger tracing the heavy smattering of freckles there.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He bites his lip, brow furrowing, and covers her hand with his.*

She's been quiet, since you came back.

And before... well.

She didn't believe you were coming back. She thought it was her fault you left. I told her over and over it wasn't--

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora nods, looking pained.*

When I went out to find her in the bar tonight -- you and Dad were out on the porch -- I found her with Kathleen, and Sunny was really upset. Said we wanted the baby instead of her, that her drawings were terrible and the baby would do better, that she couldn't be ours like the baby was, and--

*she's speaking almost in a whisper now*

--s-she said she wanted to go live with her parents. Her real parents.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard is gutted.*









S-she did?

[clumsy_auror]

*Another unsteady nod.*

And she asked me what her name was and I said, well, you've got lots of different names, haven't you, the Mug and Beaver Baby and Munchkin and Sunshine but they all mean you, but...

*Nymphadora's eyes fill with tears.*

She looked at me like her heart was breaking and said that her name was Elizabeth.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's face twists, and he swallows convulsively, his own eyes not entirely dry.*

Um.




*His voice breaks.*

S'a nice name.

[clumsy_auror]

It is.

*She buries her face in his neck, clinging to him.*


I don't know what to do.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A short laugh*

Me neither.




She asked me, on Tuesday, if um. She wanted to know, in the event of your-- not coming back, would I 'get rid' of her.

I told her I never, ever would. I thought maybe it was okay after that. I don't know what to do besides that.

[clumsy_auror]

I don't know what I'd do if we had to-- to give her up. I can't even imagine us without her.

But she doesn't listen when I tell her that.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

But--

I mean.

Her parents are dead. What does she think, that she's gonna just pack up a suitcase and go there?