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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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A wrestling match ensues.

...It's pretty obvious who the winner will be.

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora doesn't gloat about the victory, though. She musses his wet hair and plants a noisy kiss on his cheek, in consolation.

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Bernard sulks cutely. "If the water didn't leave me at a disadvantage, I'd have beat you."

[clumsy_auror]

"...So the water doesn't leave me at a disadvantage?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

>.>

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"...No. Because you're such a good swimmer."

Nice save.

[clumsy_auror]

"Uh-huh."

A smirk, and Nymphadora turns back towards shore.

"C'mon, Barman, let's have something to eat. And if you're very nice, I'll buy you a drink later."

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Bernard sighs, and swims around her, blocking her way. "And here I was planning to snog you in the ocean for a while. Guess you missed out." He quirks an eyebrow and starts towards the shore.

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:O!

Nymphadora hurries after him.

"...Well! I mean, it's totally negotiable... ooohhh, or we could roll around snogging right at the water's edge, like in From Here to Eternity. Sand in the swimsuit'd be a problem, though," she adds thoughtfully.

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Bernard sighs long-sufferingly and shakes his head. "Been there. Done that. Had the scrapes and jellyfish sting to prove it."

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora stares at him in a kind of horrified fascination as they paddle along. "Blimey. Really? Did she have to pee on you to get it to stop hurting?"

What? SHE'S HEARD ABOUT THIS STUFF!

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Bernard stops and just looks at her.

"...Wow. Now I'm really in the mood to kiss you."

[clumsy_auror]

With a mix of sheepishness and defensiveness, "What?! You were the one who brought up the jellyfish!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well. You're the one who brought up the concept of urinating on one's lover. Think about that for a second."

[clumsy_auror]

"But only in an act of desperation!"

She splashes him, her cheeks reddening slightly.

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Bernard flaps his arms, squawking angrily. "Why are you splashing me? All I wanted to do was kiss you!"

[clumsy_auror]

"Because I'm embarassed, and apparently about thirteen years old," 'Dora replies, splashing him some more and laughing just a bit.

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Rolling his eyes, he catches her wrist, effectively ending the splashing. "Shut up." And he makes her.

[clumsy_auror]

Very handily, indeed.

It is several very long moments before Nymphadora leans back enough to look at him, a relaxed grin now lighting up her face.

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Bernard lets out a soft, contented sigh, and nips at her bottom lip. "Wasn't finished."

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Her arms tighten around his neck.

"Are you ever?"

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"Never."

He kisses her again, slowly this time, tasting the salt on her lips.

"Love you. Want to spend the rest of the day just kissing you."

[clumsy_auror]

"And I love you." Nymphadora grins, and gently tugs on his wet hair. Gravely, "I'm pretty sure we can devote a large percentage of it to just that, yes."

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"Good." He bends his head to kiss her neck. "You said something about food?"

[clumsy_auror]

"I did, yes. All this fresh air's making me peckish. Unless of course food cuts into our all-kissing-all-the-time policy." Snickering again, the witch kisses his cheek.

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Bernard sighs again, and pulls her towards the shore. "I could eat. Now, watch out for the chilis. You're not used to Mexican."