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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]

"Sweetheart, you want anything?" she says, gesturing towards the kitchen from the hallway door.

'Dora's feeling pretty perky, thanks to the nap.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He opens his eyes for a second and holds out a hand.

"Just you, baby."

[clumsy_auror]

The pleased flush on Nymphadora's cheeks makes her look rather young, for a moment, and she walks over to join him on the couch, fingers twining with his.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He smiles, and leans close to kiss her softly. "Hi."

[clumsy_auror]

"Hi." Her nose brushes his, and she kisses him again. "How's my husband doing?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He grins and stretches like a kid, all long lazy limbs.

"Full."

[clumsy_auror]

"I should think so. Three helpings of chicken, blimey."

Nymphadora flops back against the arm of the couch, looking a little boneless herself, grinning crookedly.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"What can I say?"

Bernard sort of slithers down the couch to curl around her, an arm around her waist, a head on her shoulder, a thigh between hers.

"I was hungry."

[clumsy_auror]

Her arms wrap around Bernard automatically, and she presses a kiss to the top of his head.

"Aren't you always."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Generally," he sighs happily.

A pause.

Then, "That's why I was a git. Low blood sugar."

Right.

[clumsy_auror]

"...Uh-huh."

Totally.

"So... spoke with Healer Durkin today. About things."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Sleepily, "What things?"

[clumsy_auror]

Wow. He must be tired.

"The kinds of things you and I've been talking about, in terms of when I'll be ready?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Ready for what?" Blink. Blink. "Oh. Ready."

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah. Ready."

A deep breath, and her lips ghost against his temple.

"He said it's whatever I'm comfortable with, at this stage, since I gave myself a bit of an easier time with the birth. And I've always been a fast healer. But he also said I might still be quite sore, so it's all down to how I feel."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He nods and squeezes her a bit, pressing a kiss to her neck. A little tentative, "And how are you feeling, lately?"

[clumsy_auror]

Pausing, Nymphadora considers this carefully. "...Pretty good, considering," she says finally. "I mean, not exactly ready to go jump hurdles, but I feel a thousand percent better every week that goes by."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He smiles against her skin, a thumb stroking her waist through her jumper.

"Good. I mean, it seemed like that, to me, but. It's good to hear."

[clumsy_auror]

The witch curls against the Barman even more closely, more hugging him that holding him, now.

"So yeah. Guess we can just take it a bit at a time, and see how we go?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"'Kay," Bernard replies, settling against her more comfortably, his limbs just slightly leaden.

His eyes slip closed for a second.

[clumsy_auror]

This is somewhat unbelievable.

There's a long, long pause.

"So, um. Is now not a good time for you, then?"

It's said with polite interest. She could be talking about a lunch date, for all we know.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

His eyes are no longer closed.

"Whut."

Blinking.

"Oh, you meant right now. Okay."

He looks a bit like he can't quite believe his luck.

It has to be a trick.

[clumsy_auror]

"Well, I mean."

She bites her lip, looking slightly nervous.

"If you're too tired, we can wait. Just thought we might get a feel for things, yeah? Er. So to speak."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Too tired?

Too tired.

This is the man who managed to get it on after being psychotic for nine days.

Bitch, please.

The initial shock wears off around the word 'So,' and by the time Nymphadora gets to 'speak,' he's kissing her.

[clumsy_auror]

"Mmph--"

'Dora laughs into his mouth, one of her hands slipping up to cup his cheek.

Pulling away slightly, "But slow, okay? I need time to sort out what's feeling okay and what's not, as we go."