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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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[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'?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

A coy look.

"Well. Who am I to refuse?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Well, then."

She tugs on his hand.

"C'mere."

With her free hand, she waves the lights down.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

And his lips are on hers before her hand's even back on the blanket. Not kissing with purpose, really. Just kissing for its own sake.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora parts her lips immediately, letting her tongue slip into his mouth.

"We'll be tired in the morning," she predicts several long moments later. "Oh, well."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Worth it," he replies, slipping a leg between hers, a hand coming up to cup her breast lightly.

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah." Her hand smooths over his hip, thumb circling, as she tilts her head to kiss him again. "Well worth it."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

They'll spend far too much time kissing and talking and far too little time sleeping tonight.

It doesn't matter.

The fact is, they used to spend every night like this. And in a few years, maybe they will again. But for tonight, it's special.