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[clumsy_auror]

"Last load," she announces, plunking the laundry basket down on the living room floor, "and Sunny's having juice and a snack in her Office, today, because she asked very nicely, and Anthony's asleep, finally."

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[clumsy_auror]

"...So you think we've made compromises, you and I?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He's silent for a moment, considering.

"Not many. Which is why we fit. We don't have to. Neither of us require it of each other. Much." He pauses again, aware that he may be hitting dangerous ground. "But I'd say that watching you leave, knowing what I know about what's out there, is a big emotional compromise for me."

[clumsy_auror]

"I know."

The witch props her chin up on his chest, looking in the eye.

"So are the bombs you make for me."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

A nod.

"Biggest one I've ever made."

[clumsy_auror]

Her eyes slip closed, and she rests her cheek against him again, listening to him breathe.

"Feel like I've maybe not so much compromised as just... grown into myself, because of you. If that makes sense."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He huffs a laugh, and shakes his head.

"Wasn't me. Was us, together. It's not a one-way thing."

[clumsy_auror]

"Well. I know that."

There's a tiny hint of a smile in her voice, now.

"But you're a rather essential ingredient."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

His lips curl up in a smile, and he presses a kiss to her hair.

"I love you."

[clumsy_auror]

"I love you too."

A tighter squeeze.

"All the parts of you. Even the cranky, stubborn bits. Especially those."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Oh, especially? Does that mean I get to be cranky more often?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Only if you wrinkle your beautifully-freckled nose when you do it," she replies solemnly, kissing the feature in question. "It's rather fetching when you do."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

The feature in question wrinkles of its own accord.

"Fetching, huh?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Adorable." Another kiss to the tip. "Rakish." Kiss to his cheek. "Etcetera, etcetera." Finally, a full kiss to his mouth.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard makes a soft sound in the back of his throat and shifts down the couch a bit, throwing a leg over her hip.

[clumsy_auror]

Her mouth skims along his jaw, hand smoothing over his back, and she grins against his skin.

"You're quite easy to distract, you know."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Well, you're very distracting," he replies, fingertips skimming her waist.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora gently nips at his earlobe.

"So tell me," she murmurs, "what's up for the rest of the day?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Biting back a moan, "I dunno. I'm too distracted to remember." His hand slips under her shirt.

[clumsy_auror]

A laugh. "Well, I think Sunny'll be ready to be entertained... any moment, really. So let's try and keep everyone's pants on."

Still kissing his neck, though.

Drat her.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard bites his lip and lets his hand wander to the small of her back.

"Nymphadora, your words and actions aren't exactly matching up perfectly."

[clumsy_auror]

"I know," she mumbles, her hand fisting in his shirt. "'M a bitch."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Their hips bump together, and Bernard lets out a not-so-small groan before he can stop himself, belatedly muffling the sound against her mouth. The hand at her back curls into a half-fist, fignernails digging in just enough to sting.

[clumsy_auror]

And at that, she lets out an audible whimper, and after a few moments deliberately pulls back.

"...I'm a bad person. I know this."

She starts extricating herself, cheeks flushed.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He winces, and grabs her, pulling her down for once last kiss. "So am I."

[clumsy_auror]

"Mm. Well, at least we're well-matched."

A careful kiss, and then she rolls off the couch, visibly collecting herself and then picking up the laundry basket.