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[clumsy_auror]

"Christ on a sodding bike, Bernard, slow down!"

Nymphadora braces one hand on the dashboard and the other on her husband's arm, her stricken eyes wide and fixedly staring out at the road.

"Knew we should've taken the train. 'It'll be fine, 'Dora, driving's just like falling off a log! You never forget how! It's no big deal!'"

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[clumsy_auror]

It's not their bed. It's very fluffy, and also features a heavily-flowered duvet and innumerable lace-edged throw pillows.

Nymphadora stretches sleepily and rolls over, peering at the clock beyond Bernard's freckled shoulder.

Three in the morning.

Hm!

[the_woodpecker]

Hm, indeed!

Bernard, dead asleep, does not stir. Aside from his shoulder, he's... a little buried. In the fluff.

[clumsy_auror]

Wriggling closer, 'Dora slips her arm around his waist and presses light kisses to the nape of his neck.

"Bernard?"

[the_woodpecker]

For a moment or two, there is no response.

Then, slowly, Bernard breathes in, out. In, out. "Hm."

[clumsy_auror]

She dips her head and nips at his upper-most vertebra, grinning. "Wake up," she murmurs.

[the_woodpecker]

At the nip, Bernard jumps just a little bit, surprised. His hand slides over hers on his stomach, and he grins into his pillow. "Second trimester, you were sayin'?"

[clumsy_auror]

"...Any trimester. Hi."

Her grin widens, and Nymphadora wraps a leg around his hip.

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard laughs, and turns to face her, his arms sliding around her, his nose brushing hers. "Hi, baby. Did you need something?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Just--" She kisses the corner of his mouth. "Realized it's been a long while since we've been able to get up at any hour of the night and not worry how tired we'd be in the morning."

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard's hands, which had been creeping up under Nymphadora's top, pause. "You're right." They un-pause quickly, his fingertips brushing the small of her back, the curve of her waist. "It's been... Gosh, at least since our vacation, huh?"

Without waiting for an answer, he leans forward, his mouth latching onto her neck, as one hand slides forward to cup her breast.

[clumsy_auror]

"Mmmmmmmmexico," she replies with something resembling a purr. "Silly drunken shagging."

[the_woodpecker]

"Oh, God, how did I forget Mexico?" Bernard moans, one leg insinuating itself between hers, his teeth scraping at her pulse. "God, you were like a gymnast or something."

[clumsy_auror]

"--Oh no it was France," amends Nymphadora, arching her neck back. "Anyway, it was pretty lovely. And so is this. Mmm."

[the_woodpecker]

He pauses. "...Were you wanting a chat or some sex? Because I think I'll need some coffee if you want both."

[clumsy_auror]

"Chuh! Like I'm the only one yammering on. Go on, then, do your worst," she smirks, flopping back onto her pillow.

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard flops beside her, grinning. "Sorry, I'm all worn out now."