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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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And she thought he was flushed before. He bites her hip, none-too-gently.

"Tease."

[clumsy_auror]

"Nah." And now her fingertips curl around the shell of his ear, her smile softening into something much warmer. Familiar. "Just like being with you."

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Another glance back at her, and he's smiling, too. He slide back up the couch again, shucking his trousers along the way, and kisses her again.

It's not quite so slow, this time.

[clumsy_auror]

Her lips part automatically, and she digs her nails lightly into his back without even realising it, at first. Then she forcibly relaxes, smoothing her palms over his skin, pale and gleaming in the dim light from the lamp and the guttering fire.

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And he shifts, still kissing her, so that he's more on top, and her legs wrap around his hips like they're meant to be there, and they are, and he whimpers just a bit when their hips press together once, twice, again, more, because, oh--

[clumsy_auror]

A sharp intake of breath. "'ve I mentioned," 'Dora mumbles against his cheek, hands slipping below the waistband of his boxers, warm on his backside, "just how much I bloody well love you?"

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Bernard bites his lip, then bites her lip, nipping a trail down her neck.

"Not in the last few hours, at least." A soft moan against her skin. "I was feeling neglected."

[clumsy_auror]

His boxers are off, in a tangle of limbs, and land somewhere in the vicinity of the armchair.

"You," she whispers, grey eyes dark, "Should never feel that way around me."

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"Ahhhhh-I don't," he groans, just about past the point where talking becomes a problem. Her knickers end up-- well. In the fire, honestly. "Just like teasing you, 's all." His hands slip up the backs up her thighs with deceptive slowness.

One would almost think he isn't desperate by this point.

[clumsy_auror]

She's a little nervous. Not to be with him, not at all. But because she wants it all to be okay.

But she takes a deep breath, and kisses him again, her legs tightening around his hips.

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He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers. He can feel the tension in her.

"Are you okay?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah," she whispers, nodding unsteadily. "Just really wanna be okay. For this."

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He half-smiles tenderly, and kisses the corner of her mouth. "It's okay if you're not, you know."

[clumsy_auror]

Deep breath.

"I know. I do."

Her nose brushes his, and then a soft kiss.

"I know."

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Simply, "Okay."

He takes her hand and pulls it down between them, looking in her eyes the whole time.

"You set the pace, then."

[clumsy_auror]

A tiny smile, and an almost imperceptible nod.

'Dora's hand wraps slowly around him, long fingers shaking only slightly.

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Bernard's eyes slip closed, his hand fisting in the couch cushion beside her hip.

Tomorrow, they'll notice how much he warped the cloth.

Tonight, he's just trying not to make too much noise, push too much, jerk his hips too hard. Impossible not to, a little, when she touches him. It's been too long.

[clumsy_auror]

Her hand is warm, guiding him closer, and Nymphadora leans up to kiss him again, their mouths fusing together.

"Please," she murmurs a moment later, pulling back just enough to lock onto his gaze.

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He nods, and pulls one long thigh further up on his hip, very slowly, and very carefully, sliding inside.

She once said she wasn't made of glass, that she wasn't breakable. But tonight she might well be.

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh--"

It's a sharp gasp, and she shifts slightly, biting her lip as her head falls back on the cushion.

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Fuck.

Gasping a bit, "That's a bad 'oh', isn't it?"

[clumsy_auror]

"I don't kn--"

Another gasp, this one ending in a wince.

"Y-yeah."

She looks utterly crushed.

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Fuck.

Fucking Merlin on a fucking broomstick with fucking bigass hooker heels.

He pulls out, and they both gasp, her in pain, he with pleasure.

The worst part isn't not getting laid.

It's the look on her face.

"Okay." He tries to steady his breathing, and cups her cheek, kissing her softly. "Only hurts inside, right?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah."

Her voice is very small.

Disappointed.

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"Shhhh." He pulls her closer and kisses her again. "This is something we can work around for the time being." Another kiss, and he tips his mouth up to brush against her eyelids. "If you're willing."