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[clumsy_auror]

"Bernard, it'll be fine. I Apparated Crowley home from Iraq that one time, didn't I?"

Nymphadora raises an eyebrow at her husband, expectant.

Down at the alley's opening, the traffic of Charing Cross Road whizzes merrily by, and the sidewalks are filled with people out soaking up the bright afternoon sunshine.

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[clumsy_auror]

"And I love you." Her hand slips underneath the hem of his shirt, smoothing over his stomach. Then her smile turns mischievous. "Bought a new swimsuit..."

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Bernard raises one eyebrow and slides a leg between hers. "Who says you're gonna get a chance to wear it?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Mm." A soft, open-mouthed kiss. "You don't wanna come frolic on the beach with me?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Ngh-no. I'd rather stay right here." Bernard turns his head to kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck, slowly, his teeth nipping here and there. His hand on the back of her thigh squeezes and slides up under the hem of her short skirt.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora sucks her breath in sharply, and then grins as she sits up and straddles his hips.

"S'pose we could go out for a swim a bit later..."

And with that, she pulls her shirt up over her head.

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Bernard's blue eyes darken, and he sits up to take his own shirt off. "Much later."

He kisses her deeply, pulling her down on top of him. After that, there isn't quite so much talking anymore. Not that that's a bad thing.

[clumsy_auror]

And later on in the morning, they do eventually wander outside.