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[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora's sitting at the dining room table, a much-diminished stack of files in front of her.

She's been back at work in the afternoons since Monday.

From the looks of things, she's less than happy about this.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Another sigh. His hand strokes her waist lightly.*

We miss you, too.

[clumsy_auror]

*a small smile*

Makes coming home at the end of the day all the nicer, though.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A genuine smile at that.*

I agree. About welcoming you home, I mean.

*He bites his lip and grins.*

Maybe I'll expend some extra effort someday and get flowers.

[clumsy_auror]

*She nods sagely.*

An angel, demon, and small purple god have already left you in the dust, there. Best catch up.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, then, I might as well not even bother.

[clumsy_auror]

Oh, well, that settles it. Asar-Suti and I are running away to be purple together.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, my heart is broken. Guess I'll have to take Baldrick up on his offer to examine his yam collection.

*A beat*

I think he was talking about sex...

[clumsy_auror]

...Is that better or worse than any possible alternatives?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Have you had his cooking?!

[clumsy_auror]

Well, no. Bit put off by the spelling, to be honest.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Smart woman.

It's edible about fifty percent of the time.

About twenty percent, it's fantastic.

But, oh. That other fifty percent...

[clumsy_auror]

*gravely*

Well. I'll leave it till after the baby's born, just in case.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I knew I was marrying you for your brains.

[clumsy_auror]

*a sound kiss on his cheek*

Damn straight.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Because everybody knew it wasn't for your looks or anything.

*He braces for impact.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She flicks him on the ear and snickers.*

And I totally don't have a redhead fetish. Oh no.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, reduced to a fetish, am I?

Hmph.

[clumsy_auror]

Oh yes. Nothing more. Only in it for the freckles.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His head thumps onto her shoulder dejectedly.*

Nobody loves me...

[clumsy_auror]

Chin up. There's still the shagging.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, but it's so empty, soulless, and perfunctory.

I'm so unfulfilled.

[clumsy_auror]

Oh yes. I can tell by your eternally mournful gaze. Dunno how you carry on, really.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well.

There are the children to think of.

[clumsy_auror]

True. We must keep up appearances, for their sake.

*She gazes at him, very solemnly, and then leans in.

And licks him.

Just a little.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard bites his lip, smiling.

He's a little flushed.*

Well, you know I'd do just about anything to make Sunny feel more secure.