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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]

"I know. Gotta get back on the horse sometime, anyhow."

There's a long, long pause.

Then she absolutely dissolves into giggles.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard is silent and lets her laugh at her own joke for a few moments, before exhaling messily like a certain large beast of burden.

[clumsy_auror]

And that, of course, only sets her off more.

"I-I'm sorry," she manages finally. "Was out of my mouth before I even r-realised..."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"I'm much prettier than any horse."

He can't even take umbrage when she's so convulsed.

[clumsy_auror]

"You really are," Nymphadora agrees cheerfully, fisting a hand in his hair and pulling him close for a thorough kiss.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Mmf!" Bernard moans and kisses her back enthusiastically. "...Golly. I didn't know equines got you so hot and bothered."

Peter Shaffer would love it.

[clumsy_auror]

"You're an arse."

But she carries on kissing him, anyway.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"I have it on good authority that you like arses."

He gropes hers.

[clumsy_auror]

"I do, rather. And so, apparently, do you."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

An innocent look.

"No idea what you could be talking about."

That hand? Totally not done groping.

[clumsy_auror]

A squeak. And more giggling.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard licks down her neck and presses a kiss to the top of one breast.

"I love you."

[clumsy_auror]

"I love you too," she sighs, pushing her fingers through his hair. "Feel a bit like a teenager at the moment, actually. And I mean that in the best way possible."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...You sure you wanna go back to work, ever? Just think," a nip to her collarbone, "of having the energy to do this every night."

Bastard.

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh, yeah," she says seriously. "Because staying home with our toddler and our newborn is really gonna keep me well-rested."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"They won't always be such a pain in the ass."

Oh, bullshit.

[clumsy_auror]

She pulls him up for a long kiss.

"You don't fool me, Bernard. You're like putty in their wee little hands."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"MmmmmmmI am not."

He's the goddamned pater familias!

[clumsy_auror]

"Liiiiiiiies," 'Dora drawls, turning over away from him in order to hide her grin. "The look on your face when your with them-- you are a sap."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"I imagine it's the same look that's on my face when I'm with you."

[clumsy_auror]

She looks back at him over her shoulder.

"...S'pose it might be."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He just looks at her, smiling.

Somewhat sappily.

[clumsy_auror]

For a moment, she just looks back, and then reaches out to run a finger down his cheek.

"Tired, love?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"A bit, I guess." He turns his head to kiss her wrist.

[clumsy_auror]

"'A bit' as in, 'let's sleep now,'" 'Dora says casually, "or 'a bit' as in 'can I snog you some more'?"