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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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The two of them tip onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, and Nymphadora breaks the kiss, gasping, in order to unbutton his shirt. "Oh, bugger me why are there so many buttons."

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Bernard's hands are busy at the clasp and zipper of her skirt, and the ties fo the bikini bottom below them. "...Did you tie this thing in knots?!"

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"Well it has to be able to stay on!" she retorts, giving the buttons up as a bad job temporarily, and refocusing her energies on the zipper of his shorts.

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"It also needs to come off, Nymphadora," he grinds out, pulling her shirt over her head and making short work of her bikini top. His mouth is on her breast, tongue scraping over one nipple roughly, and one side of the bikini bottom finally gives way.

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Groaning, she arches her back into his touch, and feverishly pulls at the other side of her bottoms. "I'm tryin', I think I must've used glue--"

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Frustrated, Bernard sits back on his knees and yanks the bottoms off her, throwing them somewhere in the vicinity of the closet, and takes the opportunity to divest her of her skirt as well. "Fuck it," he murmurs, tonguing up the inside of her thigh.

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For some reason this is all suddenly inordinately funny to Nymphadora, and she giggles madly, hand over her eyes, as Bernard nips gently at her skin. "We're ridic'lous."

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"We're drunk," Bernard replies reasonably, his hands smoothing up her hips, his mouth following. "We should do this every year." His tongue draws circles on her lower belly, hands slipping back down to spread her legs further. "God. Love the taste of your skin."

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A tiny, happy sigh. There's still laughter in her voice as she reaches down to stroke his cheek, run her fingers through his hair. "You are... utterly instatiable. And I quite like you that way."

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A soft snort as he mouths back down her hip. "And you're totally frigid." As if to prove the truthiness of his statement, he nips at the inside of her thigh, soothing the tiny red spot with his tongue. He knows what that does to her.

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Nymphadora moans softly, her hips rolling under his touch. "Christ, yes, do that-- oh."

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Normally, Bernard would tease her mercilessly for a while.

Tonight, Bernard is drunk and just a bit desperate for her. So, once her attention is on him and only on him, he moves his mouth up to the juncture of her thighs, his tongue flickering with maddening speed exactly where she wants it.

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Surprised, Nymphadora cries out, her hands fisting in the bedding at her hips, back arching sinuously.

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And she's close immediately and he can't even bear to look up at the way her breasts roll as she writhes, because the need is overwhelming, and just as her hips begin to circle on the bed, he pulls back, his mouth on her thigh again.

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"No-- oh please Bernard--" she groans, half-laughing, hands scrabbling at the bed again.

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But he's kissing his way up her torso, one hand unbuttoning his shirt. He pauses for a second to take one of her flailing hands and place it at the waits of his shorts. "Why am I still clothed?" he inquires of her right nipple.

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"I'm going, I'm going!" Her hands fumble at his fly, and she focuses her concentration as much as possible, eventually acheiving success. Triumphantly, "There!"

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Bernard sheds his shirt and, with her help, loses the motherfucking shorts. Sighing with near-relief as her legs wrap around his hips tightly, he kisses his way up to her mouth. "...We're not leaving this room until it's time to go home."

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"Ohhhh I am not gonna argue with that." Nymphadora tilts her head, tongue tangling with his as they kiss. Their hips press together, almost rolling, and she gasps.

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And suddenly, something about the way she moves shifts, and Bernard's flushed from head to toe, and he can't catch his breath, he can't even really see, and they both fumble together, both shaking with need, and then he's inside her and it's so good.

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She's laughing again, breathlessly, and everything they do is just a bit clumsy, but it isn't as though they don't know the way well enough. Leaning up, Nymphadora presses her lips to his as she tightens her trembling legs around his hips.

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He's moving and she's moving and they're moving, and oh, and yes, and he can't even focus to grin against her lips because--

"I love you love you love you--"

--it's like a mantra in his head and on his lips and in every move he makes and he's moving faster, more--

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It's all Nymphadora can do to reply -- love you too so much so much oh God -- because she's not laughing so much, now, just breathing him in and mouthing at his skin, teeth scraping, tasting him, and then it all goes just a little fuzzy--

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--and he's crying out softly with every thrust, and she's writhing below him, and her hair's in his mouth, and his hand slips down between them, and he can feel himself start to quake--

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"Oh-- Bernard, can' wait, have to--" Her words end in a sharp cry, and she arches her neck back as she comes, hands biting into his back and shoulders.