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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]

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.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

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

[clumsy_auror]

Her arms tighten around his neck.

"Are you ever?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"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."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"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."

[clumsy_auror]

Now it's Nymphadora's turn to roll her eyes. "Oh, really? Golly, I never would've guessed that I might find chilis in Mexican food!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard pinches her ass only because he can't smack it under water.

"And if I hadn't said anything, you'd have taken a huge bite of jalapeno and blamed me for the rest of the night."

[clumsy_auror]

"Nuh-uh!"

They head into shore, the sound of their good-natured bickering drifting back across the waves.