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[clumsy_auror]

It's been a long, long day.

There've been crying jags, squabbles over naptimes, spit-ups, spills, and baths flaily enough to merit an umbrella.

However.

Nymphadora Tonks is a Determined Woman.

And this particular Determined Woman is currently leaning against the open closet door, waiting for her husband to look up.

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[clumsy_auror]

Her teeth catch his lower lip as the kiss breaks, both of them breathless, chests heaving, and she leans her forehead against his.

"I trust you. Please."

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He nods once, his gaze never leaving hers, and then he's inside her, his pupils dilating, eyes widening, breath catching.

He waits.

Last time--

He waits. For her.

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And this time, this time--

--her back arches off the bed, hips rising up to meet his, hands scrabbling to pull him closer because it feels--

it feels

(I haven't even got the words, Bernard)

and the relief that floods through her is almost tangible.

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It is. He feels it, too.

And he hasn't got time to grin, and he hasn't got time to ask, to make sure, because she's pulling him and pushing him and it is, and he's moving and

Oh.

Oh, he missed this.

[clumsy_auror]

It's not entirely painless, she's discovering, but that doesn't matter. It's a start, and it's good, and the look on his face is enough for her.

It's always been more than enough.

'Dora's hand slips up his arm, just resting there, feeling the muscles tighten beneath her fingertips.

(You're a bit like a coiled spring.)

She smiles.

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Bernard looks down at her through slitted eyes, and smiles back, made impossibly happy by what by most accounts is a very small thing.

Well. Not so small.

He bends his head to kiss her, opening her mouth with his, the pace increasing fractionally.

[clumsy_auror]

Her arms twine around his back, and for a few moments they're pressed together from forehead to hip, not room enough for even a slip of paper between them.

"I love you," she murmurs into his mouth. "I love you and you make me happy. Make all of us so happy."

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Breath beginning to hitch, Bernard clutches at her hip, his other hand tangling in her hair, unable to stop kissing her, unable to slow down, because it's been so long.

"Love you, too." A bite to her bottom lip. "Missed you so much. In the cells. Missed your taste. Your smell. Everything."

[clumsy_auror]

She's not as close as he is; she'll be a bit slower for a while, she thinks, but they'll get there in the end.

A slow kiss, heated, growing steadily more frantic with every passing moment.

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Well.

It's the journey that's the point, right?

Bernard's mouth stays open as the kiss ends, and he fights to open his eyes, to look at her, to gauge it.

His hand slips down between them, and he bites his lip, trying to concentrate, because he can't hold out forever, but he wants to, but he can't because she feels so--

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Nymphadora gasps, reaching down to press his fingers closer before leaning up to mouth roughly at his neck, knowing there'll be a mark there come tomorrow and wanting there to be.

Soft moans, low in her throat, hum against his skin.

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A rough groan escapes Bernard before he can stop it, and for a moment, all he can think of is harder, yes, more, please.

And her thighs tighten, and his back arches, and with every movement, they're both moaning, and it's all beginning to--

"Nymphadora--"

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"Please," 'Dora whimpers, suddenly trembling from head to toe, "please just-- need you I'll be okay just--"

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Bernard lets out a shaky breath he wasn't aware he was holding, and lets himself push harder, move faster, give more.

He simply lets go.

And it feels better than it ever has. He's got his face buried in her neck, and his mouth open on her skin, and his voice hoarse in her ear, within moments. And she's not holding back either, and it's the two of them as one--

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"Oh--"

She wants him closer, closer, more, and suddenly it's right there and he's right there and everything falls into place, clear as a bell, and everything she's worried about suddenly seems okay and not quite so bad, really, because how could anything be impossible when he's there to help her through it, and--

...And it's right about now that even Nymphadora's inner monologue fails her.

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And it's too much, in the end; he's blind and deaf and dumb with it, nearly dizzy.

As he comes down, trying to relearn how to breathe, Bernard lets one boneless hand slide up her side, and turns his head to kiss whatever's closest; this time it's her ear.

He's a little beyond words just now.

[clumsy_auror]

"Mm."

It's barely audible, just this side of a breath.

Her hands skim over his back, after a moment, warm on his skin, enveloping him in an even tighter embrace.

If such a thing is possible.

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He lifts his head just enough to kiss her lips, smiling against her mouth.

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Nymphadora grins too, lazily.

"All right, Mr. Wrangle?"

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"Mm-hmm."

He kisses her again, opening her mouth with his slowly.

"...'M I squashing you?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Little bit," she mumbles, more intent on kissing him than anything else. "'n a good way."

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He grins, then, and kisses down her neck, shifting off her a bit.

"Well."

He starts to pull the covers down.

"That was unexpected."

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"Well." She lifts her hips as he pulls down the covers, and reaches down to toss various bits of their clothing onto the floor.

Which will probably drive him nuts.

"Wasn't sure if we'd have time and energy, tonight. Didn't wanna get your hopes up."

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"I'm not complaining."

He's really, really not. Thankfully, he pays no notice to the clothes now. He'll bitch in the morning, though.

"Although, if I'd had any idea, I wouldn't have been so focused on my work tonight."

[clumsy_auror]

"Doesn't bother me. You're cute when you're so focused."

She slides under the covers, shivering just a little.