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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]

"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.

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And he doesn't even have time to reply before he buries his face in her arched neck and follows her over the edge, practically choking on his cries with every pump of his hips.

[clumsy_auror]

It's a few long moments before they can catch their breath, and then Nymphadora smiles lazily, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

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Still wrapped around her, his face still buried in her neck, Bernard huffs a short laugh. Then another.

He's giggling.

[clumsy_auror]

A breath later, so is she. Quite madly.

"We're so. Shitfaced."

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"Completely. And you're gonna have an earfuck of a hangover tomorrow, Mrs. Wrangle." He squeezes her hip.

[clumsy_auror]

"Poss'bly. But!" A kiss. "Was nice to have one night for you an' me. So I think it's worth the hangover."

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Bernard sort of falls to the side and pulls the covers down, nudging her to move when she lies there like a particularly attractive rock formation. "Should prolly drink water, huh."

[clumsy_auror]

"Hmph. S'pose so." She kisses him again, and then scampers off the bed and into the bathroom, returning a minute later with two glasses of water. "Drunk up, my love."

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He eyes her and then the water glass. "I suppose you mean drink up, and this isn't vodka."

[clumsy_auror]

"...Er. Yes. Drink up," she anunciates carefully, and then furrows her brow in confusion. "Why would it be vodka?"

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He takes a healthy swig and sighs, patting her head. "Never mind. Drink your water."

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She complies, still confused. "You're weird."

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"You like it."

[clumsy_auror]

Grinning into her glass, she drains it, and then crawls back into bed beside Bernard. "I cannot deny it, I'm afraid. It's a comfort to my own quirky nature."

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Bernard stretches and slides down further under the covers, yawning. "...Meaning that you're weirder than I am, in the end, but you need me to make you seem more normal."

[clumsy_auror]

"...Yes. Er. No? Oh, bugger it, who cares."

'Dora yawns too, and curls around him, her hand smoothing up and down his side.

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Bernard smiles and puts his water on the bedside table, slipping an arm around her shoulders.

"...I gotta get you to drink tequila more often."

[clumsy_auror]

"Mmph. Only on special occasions. 'Cause babies, an' whatnot." A kiss to his chest.

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He threads his fingers through her hair. "Not always, though. They do stop breastfeeding eventually."

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah, jus' in time for another one to come along, I know how it's gonna be." A long sigh. "Don' mind, though."

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"Me neither," Bernard murmurs, turning to shut off the bedside lamp, then curling around her again. "Like to see who we can come up with next."

[clumsy_auror]

A lazy smile, as 'Dora settles her head on his shoulder, her index finger tracing patterns on his chest.

"Maybe another little girl, this time."

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Bernard smiles, too, and kisses the crown of her head. "That would be nice."

Then he blinks, and pokes her hip gently. "Hey. Don't be getting any clever ideas just yet, though. Like to see Anthony mobile and maybe talking and doing for himself a bit beforehand."

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh, don't worry, no complaints from here. I've just gotten my body back, mostly, and I've no desire to revert to my duck-like state just yet."