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[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora comes out of the kitchen and walks over to the couch, leaning down to brush Bernard's hair back and give him a sympathetic smile before handing him a glass of cider. "Anything else, love?"

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard's eyes slit open, and he smiles against her lips.

"Thought you'd never ask."

He stands and offers her a hand up.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora takes his hand and eases herself up off the couch, steadying herself against him.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard leans over to press soft kisses to her neck, still grinning uncontrollably, and pulls her towards the hallway.

[clumsy_auror]

Soft laughter -- it tickles -- and then she trips over nothing halfway down the hall. She laughs harder, clutching his arm.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Idiot," he murmurs, slipping his arms around her to steady her. "I'd carry you in, but I think I'd slip a disc."

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora tries to look offended. "It's not me. It's... baby stuff. Yes. He makes my balance all wonky and my center of gravity's not where it should be."

Lies. All lies.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...So you've been pregnant ever since we met, then?"

[clumsy_auror]

Shifty.

Then she kisses him again.

Oh, look, a distraction!

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

That is the one distraction that works on him.

...That and ganache.

He snickers, but kisses her back, not bothering to press the point. After a moment, they manage to fumble and stumble their way to the bedroom, Bernard's t-shirt already off by the time they cross the threshold.

[clumsy_auror]

There's a quiet oof as Nymphadora tumbles onto the bed, and the sound of more laughter, quieter now that their mouths are otherwise occupied.

The witch's jumper hits the doorframe and slides to the floor, and a moment later the door itself swings shut.