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[clumsy_auror]

*They'd forgotten to close the drapes, the night before, and it's the blindingly bright sunlight pooling on the white bedlinens that wakes Nymphadora. She stirs slowly, eyes blinking, and stretches against the sheet tangled around her waist.*

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[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora's fingers gently stroke the sensitive skin of his hip, moving slowly inward. She raises an expectant eyebrow.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A tiny almost-whine starts in his throat, and he hurriedly clears it.*


A-hum.

Oui.

...

Oui.

*He rolls his eyes.

Oui.

...

Non, nous ne sommes pas pressés. ... Merci. A tout à l'heure.

*Bernard slams the phone into its cradle.*

Evil.

*And he's kissing her like there's no tomorrow.*

[clumsy_auror]

Well I can't -- *a long kiss* -- be held responsible for my actions -- *she drags her mouth down his neck* -- when you insist on going 'round speaking French all day -- *she latches onto that spot for a long moment* -- and just being generally irresistable.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He hisses in a long breath, hips rolling against hers.*

Does this mean-- *a hand sliding up her thigh* --that once we get to Chicago-- *the hand makes its way up her torso to her breast while the other tangles in her hair* --you're going to run off with some French tourist? *He pulls her head up for a breathless kiss.*

[clumsy_auror]

No--

*Her eyes are glassy, lips swollen, when she pulls slightly away a few moments later.*

I'll just insist on regular recitations from you en francais, I think.

*With a grin, Nymphadora dips her head to his neck again, nipping lightly.*

...How long did they say?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A low, growling moan.*

Forty minutes. Give or take. They're a little backed up with lunch requests I guess.

[clumsy_auror]

Hmm. Well. Think that might give us a bit of time to do... something, then.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He snorts softly.*

Maybe even twice over.

[clumsy_auror]

Oooooh, now there's a challenge. I like a challenge.

*Nymphadora props herself up on one elbow above him, grinning, and the sheet falls down around her waist.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Golly.

*His hands slide around her waist, fingers digging in just a little.*

When you put it like that...

[clumsy_auror]

*Her thumb strokes his inner elbow.*

I knew I could successfully appeal to your competetive nature.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He leans up and presses a softer-than-she'd-probably-like kiss to her collarbone.*

Good strategy.

[clumsy_auror]

Well. I do know you, just a bit.

*Grin broadening, Nymphadora rolls onto her back once more, tugging him along until he's half on top of her.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

You do.

*Bending his head to trace her pulse, Bernard grins a little before murmuring in her ear.*

Des meubles luisants,
Polis par les ans,
Décoreraient notre chambre;

*A hand at her breast, slowly making its way to her nipple.*

Les plus rares fleurs
Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre,

*A tongue brushes her earlobe.*

Les riches plafonds,
Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,

*There's a shifting of weight, till he's fully on top of her, her thighs on either side of his as-yet motionless hips.*

Tout y parlerait
A l'âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.

*And he bends his head further to brush her nipple with his lips.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Her eyes darkening, widening, Nymphadora bites her lip roughly and smooths her hands over his shoulder blades.*

...What's it about?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

It's um. *His lips tickle her skin as he speaks.* 'L'invitation au voyage'. Baudelaire. About a holiday to a place of great decadence.

*He smiles and glances up at her before taking the other nipple in his mouth a little more roughly.*

Thought it fitting.

[clumsy_auror]

*a surprised laugh*

...Baudelaire?

But yes.

*she sucks in a breath*

On a number of levels.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He snickers a little, mouth trailing up her sternum now, leisurely.*

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

*His hand slides up the back of her thigh.*

[clumsy_auror]

*a low groan*

You're killing me, Bernard. Killing me.

*Laughing with him, she presses her hips upwards slightly.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He matches her press for press, unable to suppress a moan of his own.*

I'm killing myself at this point, but it's for a good cause.

[clumsy_auror]

*Her hands find his hips, gripping them tightly to hers, now, and pulls him into her rolling rhythm. Then she laughs.*

I'd speak to you in German, but you'd probably think I was yelling at you, even with poetry.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He can't help but laugh with her, even as he's gasping as she tilts her hips just so.*

Heil, mein Liebchen.





...Yeah, that's all I know.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora cracks up*

Well it was lovely. Danke sehr.

*Still laughing, Nymphadora lets one hand slide down his hip, and between them.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*The smile is gone, and Bernard's eyes darken further, his hips shifting again, more insistently.*

Bitte.

[clumsy_auror]

*Almost casually, she brushes her fingers over him, and where his smile has vanished, hers widens.*

Roll over.