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"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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Date: 2006-04-27 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard rubs the back of his neck, his knuckles white around the handle of his black carryall.

"Yeah, I know. But if you splinch him, he gets a new body in 90 days or less."

Date: 2006-04-27 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Despite his misgivings, Bernard makes a soft sound and kisses her again.

He really is eager for this time alone.

"Fine. Just. Don't warn me or anything. No 'on the count of three' bullshit."

Date: 2006-04-27 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard smiles against her lips, increasingly persuaded.

He pulls back, and opens his mouth. "I love--"

And, for a split second, Bernard wasn't.

And then, he was again, and they were standing in the middle of a field. He felt dizzy, a little sick.

"--you. Holy shit."

Date: 2006-04-27 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard shakes his head to clear it. "A-buh. Um. Can we tip some cows while we're here?"

He's fiiiiiiiine.

Date: 2006-04-27 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard's head thumps down onto her shoulder, and he practically whines. "Don't say things like that!"

Date: 2006-04-27 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"All right. But if I have a heart attack--" And in the snap of a finger, they're in a slightly dingy alley in Puerto Vallarta. It's fairly early on Saturday morning.

"...Um. No heart attack. Never mind."

Date: 2006-04-27 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Benard looks back and forth, scratching his head.

"Last time I was here, I was too drunk to see. This looks like... Okay. We're south of downtown, and the ferry's a bit south of us. C'mon." He takes his wife's hand and pulls her to the left and down the street.

Date: 2006-04-27 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard suppresses a smirk at his wife's 'SHINY!!!!' expression, and nods, guiding her around a gaggle of elderly tourists. "Got it. The reservation's set, yeah?"

Date: 2006-04-27 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
He squeezes her hand. "Gonna be hot later." He takes a deep breath, and grins. "I missed the heat of summer at home. It never really gets hot like it ought to."

Date: 2006-04-27 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Thought you liked lobster," Bernard quips badly. He slips an arm around her shoulders. "Nah, it's just on the other side of the bay. But there are no fucking roads to it because of the mountains. Pretty remote."

This does not displease him.

Date: 2006-04-27 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Funny; Bernard's thinking the same thing as they check in and head out to their cabana. "...We should take a winter vacation here sometime. Bring Crowley and Aziraphael. And the kids, of course."

Date: 2006-04-27 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard starts to laugh. "And I'm officially in love with you." He pulls her to him, dropping his bag on the floor, then pauses. "Shit. Manager said to check for snakes first thing."

Date: 2006-04-27 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Augh. No. Because these ones bite." He strides to the closet and opens is quickly. Nada.
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