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[clumsy_auror]

They've cleaned up from supper, and Sunny's in bed; Bernard is on his third story of the evening, trying to get her to wind down enough to sleep.

Nymphadora, on the other hand, is stretched out on the couch, her feet propped up, and a mug of tea at hand.

She's ostensibly reading, but mostly she's just thinking.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Wasn't dealing at all, most of the time."

The hand at her collar slides into her hair.

Her beautiful black hair.

The hand clenches a little.

[clumsy_auror]

"You did just fine." Her voice is barely audible, now.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Not really, no. But thank you for saying so."

[clumsy_auror]

A slight shrug, and the barest hint of a smile. "I wouldn't have done any better."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad it was me, then."

[clumsy_auror]

Her face twists, slightly, and she hides her face in his shoulder as best she can.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

His arms are strong and steady around her.

"...'Cause I would've gone off in a rage and got myself impaled or something. And that would've been messy."

[clumsy_auror]

Her voice is a little choked. "Rather."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He kisses her cheek.






"I'll leave Anthy a note in-bar."

[clumsy_auror]

"Okay."

After a few moments, she tips her face up to look at him once more.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He pulls the afghan up, wrapping them both in it more securely. His fingertips slide up and down her spine, comforting.

He doesn't look away from her eyes this time.

[clumsy_auror]

Her eyes are a little big, now.

"I love you."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

A small half-smile.

"I love you, too."

[clumsy_auror]

Almost shyly, "Think it'd be nice if you kissed me, now."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

The half-smile turns whole, and Bernard leans forward to brush his lips against hers.

[clumsy_auror]

"So much," she murmers against his lips, mostly to herself.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard nods his head, slitting his eyes open to look at his wife (wife of course how stupid are you of course wife) and smiling, still.

"If we can get through that, we can get through anything."

Anything.

[clumsy_auror]

She smiles, too, a subtle upturning of her lips. "That's my plan."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"It's a good one." He leans forward to kiss her again, eyes warm.

[clumsy_auror]

Their lips meet, and his arms are secure around her, and her hands are steady on his hip and chest, and neither of them looks at all capable of moving from this spot, anytime soon.

Which is fine, really.

Because they're home.