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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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[the_woodpecker]

As expected, it's late morning before Bernard even thinks about stirring. In fact, his curled up position in the bed, with his head burrowed under both the covers and Nymphadora's long fall of hair, prevents him from realizing just how close to noon it is until a shaft of sunlight settles on his ear and heats it up to near-burning temperatures.

"Ngh," he moans, one eye opening, then closing.

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora grumbles in return, curling up into her own ball even more tightly, and yanking the covers over her shoulder.

[the_woodpecker]

That, of course, pulls Bernard's warm covers half off him, and he yanks back, then scoots closer to 'Dora, his arm flopping around her waist.

[clumsy_auror]

Letting out a sigh, the witch twists around, her arm tucking itself around Bernard's shoulders.

"Hm," she says, not really very awake at all yet.

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard's eye creaks open again, and he smiles, then leans forward to press his lips to hers softly. He's not trying to wake her; he just wanted to kiss her.

[clumsy_auror]

Automatically 'Dora kisses him back, curling closer with a contented murmur.

Then, "Mm. 'S it mornin."

[the_woodpecker]

"Um." He lifts his head to look around, then burrows back in. "Think so. Maybe afternoon," he laughs.

[clumsy_auror]

"Tha's okay. No babies. 'S okay."

And with that, she dozes back off.

[the_woodpecker]

Still laughing, Bernard kisses her cheek and runs a slow hand up her thigh to her waist and then walks his fingertips up her back to fiddle with her hair.

[clumsy_auror]

Half-heartedly, Nymphadora attempts to dislodge his tickling fingers, and then lets her hand fall back onto the covers, subsiding.

She likes it when he plays with her hair.

[the_woodpecker]

It seems to twist and coil around his fingers, and he can feel it tangling even more than it was before. He smiles and kisses her eyelid.

[clumsy_auror]

A smile curls on 'Dora's lips, too, and she tilts her head to press her mouth to his.

"Hi."

[the_woodpecker]

"Hiiiiiiiii," he intones, nuzzling her neck. "You hungry?"

[clumsy_auror]

"...Yeah," she replies, after a moment's reflection. "Very. You?"

[the_woodpecker]

"Uh-huh." He kisses his way down to her shoulder, nipping gently. "But I figure since you're eating for two you're famished."

[clumsy_auror]

"Something like that. Maybe some. Blueberry pancakes. Or."

Suddenly a strange look crosses her features, and Nymphadora pales.

"Or. Um. I'll be back in a second."

In a flurry of covers she scampers out of bed and darts into the bathroom.