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[clumsy_auror]

'Dora's starting to idly wonder why Aziraphael invited Sunny and Anthony to the bookshop for the day. They'd been having fun, she feels, though she had forgotten to give Sunny her bath last night.

The thought is starting to worry her, a tiny bit. More than a tiny bit, even.

But she's still quite enjoying the lengthy spate of kissing she's engaged in with her husband on the sofa.

Thoughtfully, against Bernard's cheek, "...Have you thought of anything we can bribe Bar with, yet?"

Stupid Bar. Cutting off their chocolate.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Irritated at the interruption, Bernard scowls. "No." He bends his head to suck at a spot on the side of her neck. "Wasn't trying that hard though."

[clumsy_auror]

"Mm." She giggles, squirming a bit in his arms, and squeezes him 'round the middle. "'S nice, that chocolate. Almost as nice as you."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Nothin's as nice as me," Bernard protests, fiddling with the catch on her jeans idly. "I'm offended."

[clumsy_auror]

"Didn't I say almost? You're not listening very carefully, are you."

His mouth pulls a bit at her skin, and Nymphadora bites her lip over a grin.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard moves right up to second base. "Sorry. Distracted by the obvious. All your fault."

[clumsy_auror]

"Totally. Utterly." Shifting beneath him, she suddenly frowns. "Hey. Why was Tom asleep on our couch this morning?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Uhhhhhh."

>.>

<.<

:D?

"He um. Had too much to drink."

[clumsy_auror]

"...And you were on the floor in Sunny's room."

Covered up by a green blanket patterend with duckies.

She took a picture.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Um."

His mouth slips up to her earlobe. "I did too."

[clumsy_auror]

Warily, "...And what were you drinking, exactly?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Fuck.













"Absinthe."

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora gasps, and it's not at all in jest.

"Real absinthe?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Yes?"

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora is scandalized.

"Bernard Mickey Wrangle! Full-strength absinthe is illegal!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard rears back, defiant.

"So what? You like the outlaw thing!"

[clumsy_auror]

Desperately, "So, it's-- it's--"

She wilts.

"I dunno. Just shouldn't be doing it, is all."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you should try it," he presses, looking her in the eye. "Loosen up a bit. All that crazy hair, and you're chicken of a little drink."

[clumsy_auror]

And now she's entirely ruffled. "I don't need to loosen up! I'm just fine! And you said you liked my hair!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"I. DO." He near-shouts. "I also think you're a little over-concerned with legality when there's fun to be had!"

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh, fun, fun, all you wanna do is have fun!"

Nymphadora hauls herself up off the sofa and stomps off down the hall to the bathroom.

Silence.

Then, "You gave me a hickey!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"SO?!"

Bernard flops onto his back, rubbing his eyes. "You're a witch! What do you care?!"

[clumsy_auror]

"What does me being a witch have to do with having a hickey?!" she bellows back.

There is some amount of banging going on in the bathroom.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"YOU. CAN. MAGIC. IT. OFF. OR. I DUNNO. CHANGE YOUR SKIN. SO IT DOESN'T SHOW." He flails. "GOD."

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh sod OFF!"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"FUCK YOU."