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[clumsy_auror]

Peck, peck, peck.

That's funny, thinks Nymphadora's subconscious. I wasn't dreaming about chickens a moment ago, was I? And yet there they are, pecking their way across her parents' library, right across the game of Exploding Snap she and Dad are playing. Stupid chickens.

Peck, peck, peck.

Her father doesn't seem put out by the presence of the chickens. Doesn't seem to notice them at all, really. Hunh. That's odd, surely.

Then one pecks her on the hand. "Ow!" she cries, irritated, and suddenly she jerks herself awake.

Peck, peck, peck. Peckpeckpeckpeckpeck.

Nymphadora blinks, confused, and rubbing at the spot where, judging from the sulky look on his face, Hiss just nipped her hand. He doesn't seem to like the pecking, either. But where--

PECKPECKPECKPECK.

Ah. Front door.

She slips out of bed quickly, padding down the hall, almost jogging by the time she reaches the door. It's not even dawn, yet.

When 'Dora sees Dumbledore's owl, the bottom drops out of her stomach.

The contents of the note aren't exactly surprising.

Tonight, then.

Grimly, Nymphadora walks back down the hall, and for a moment she just stands and looks at the collective assembled in her bed.

Bernard is snoring gently, one arm curled around Sunny, who is currently half-talking in her sleep, very quietly, as she sometimes does when she dreams. Hiss has hopped onto 'Dora's pillow, looking to make himself comfy for the long haul, she suspects. Ellie is spawled out on the foot of the bed, having evidently decided to join the party at some point.

Well. First things first.

Very carefully, she moves Bernard's arm, and picks Sunny up.

Sunny doesn't need to hear what she's about to tell her husband.

The witch moves toward the door.

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Her hands are firm at his hips, pulling him firmly against her. She's starting to gasp for breath, too. "Well, an' what about you? Such a s-snob about food. Always leavin' bits of wire ev'rywhere. Ahh-" Another sharp gasp; the ability to form complete sentences is beginning to elude Nymphadora. "N-not 'zackly a picnic yourself, y'know."

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Bernard's eyes are glazed, and he somehow manages to thrust harder, faster, his mouth dropping open. "Always ru-ruin my soufflés by-- by checkin' on 'em. Fuckin' n-nag." And he kisses her wildly, twining his fingers with hers on the pillow over her head.

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"Oh yeah? W-well--"

But there is no well, not at that moment, because he's pushing so hard and it feels so good, and then his mouth is on hers and she can taste him feel him all at once, all around her, and it's just too much--

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--and her hips and his hips and their hips together and she tastes like wife, and--

And then Bernard doesn't talk anymore. He's too busy shouting to bitch.

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Nymphadora gasps, mouthing soundlessly at Bernard's temple, riding it out for what feels like ages and feeling every one of his breaths on her skin.

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Eventually, he slows and she does, too, and they lie there, entwined and unmoving.

Then, "With our luck, we just made baby number three."

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:O!!!!!

There is flailing. Or as much as one can flail, when one is tangled up in the covers and one's husband.

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Bernard starts cackling, and restrains the flailing auror. "You'll always be the easiest mark in the 'verse."

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"Yes, well, you're evil," 'Dora replies, laughing with him in spite of herself.

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He props himself on one elbow, looking down at her. "Am not."

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A soft smile, at the look on his face. She lifts one finger, trailing it gently down his cheek. "Are too."

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"I don't know how you get away with telling such lies," Bernard murmurs, turning his head to kiss her wrist. "Aurors should really be moral and upstanding. All-American. British, whatever."

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"Mmm. 'S a myth. We're all just awful. Terrible." Her fingernails lightly scratch at his scalp, now.

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He hisses in a breath and rolls his neck like a cat. "Feels good. Love you."

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"Love you, too."

'Dora pulls him down for another kiss, and then holds him close, resting her cheek on his hair.

Really, really doesn't want to look at the clock.

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It's so early, yet. He's not even thinking about it for another hour or two.

He bends his head to tongue a nipple idly, just because he likes to.

"Was thinking. We should start planning our vacation soon."

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"Mmmmm, vacation. That sounds nice." A lazy smile. "Where do you wanna go?"

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He moves to the other breast. He likely won't stop until one of the kids wakes up, at this point.

"Like to go back to St. Malo for a bit. Liked being with you there."

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She certainly wouldn't mind if he keeps on.

"I'd like that, too. Like to bring the kids there. Whole family. Least for a bit."

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"Well," he muses, letting out a short breath as she shifts under him, "we could take the two weeks and be there alone for part of it, and with the kids for part of it. Something like that."

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"Yeah, let's do that." Her smile widens, and she pulls him closer. "Wanna see Sunny make friends with that little terrier the old man walked every day."

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"It'd be silly to stay in a hotel suite for that time," he muses, running a hand down her arm and back.

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"Yeah? Well, what'd you have in mind?"

It's almost all light, now, the sun peeking through the trees.

"Could rent a house, I suppose."

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"Or a little flat by the walls." His arm is tired, so he slides to the side, lying beside her. "Go to the market every day. Steamed mussels for lunch. Stay in bed for a couple days straight. Lie on the beach."

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Nymphadora scoots closer, resting her head on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"Think that sounds like just about the best plan ever. But then, I'm easy."