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*Bernard shifts sleepily, instinctively reaching for Fleur. Not finding her, he bolts upright in bed, breathing hard and disoriented.*

Fleur?

*Fleur floats back toward the bed, walking stiffly on her newly regrown skin.*

Bernard, my roux, I am here still. Hush hush, do not wake Ophelia.

*She strokes his cheeks, and smiles gently down at him.*

*He smiles up at her, unable to take his eyes off her, even as covered in blood and grime as she is. She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. His voice cracks as he grins up at her, teasing.*

You look like shit.

Gaaaaaaah. *Fleur scrubs vainly at her face but smiles none the less.*

What? I am still the prettiest. I fix, I fix.

*She leans down and bites playfully at his ear before trying once again to make her way toward the bathroom. She loses her balance and teeters enough that she grabs the wall for support.*

*He snickers at her wounded vanity, and quietly laughs out loud when she bites him.*

You fill all voids.

*He prepares to lie down again when she heads for the bathroom, but bolts upright to support her when she wavers.*

You have to take it easy, sweetheart.

*He carefully gathers her into a hug, and runs his hands through her still-filthy hair, massaging her scalp.*

I tried to get the knots out, but I had to cut some of it. I'm sorry.

*She hums happily at his ministrations, rolling her neck back into his hands.*

Mmmm...will grow back fine. Spell. Girlz used to do that.

*She leans into Bernard for a moment before she tries to move toward the bathroom again. She teeters, and steps back into Bernard's arms.*

...help?...

*He nods silently and puts an arm around her waist, leading her into the bathroom and carefully seating her on the edge of the tub.*

Do you want a bath?

Oh oh, oui. Bath. Iz tres sexy.

*She slips slowly out of the filthy rags from the previous night, rubbing at her still healing cuts and bruises.*

Ack. Juste ack.

*takes the bloodstained clothes from her and glares at them*

I'll burn them.

*turns to the bath, running hot water and pouring Fleur's rosemary bubble bath in, and carefully not-looking at the pink shine of her new skin*

*Fleur brushes her hand across Bernard's shoulder as she passes.*

Bernard...I am here. I am still here. *She lays a light kiss against his mouth before slipping into the tub.*

*She coos happily as she slips into the water.* Tres bon..

*winces as the bubbles nearest her body take on a reddish-brown tinge, and picks up a small mug, filling it with water and carefully pouring it over her hair, wetting it*

Been some changes in the bar since you left.

Mmm?

*Fleur is utterly distracted by Bernard's hands.*

...you are still bartender, oui?

*reaches across her to get the shampoo and drops a kiss on her lips*

Yeah. But I hired a bunch of people to help out.

*kneels behind the claw-foot bath and slowly massages the shampoo into her hair*

And Crowley left.

*Fleur's humming intensifies, and she relaxes completely into the water as Bernard works his strong fingers along her scalp.*

Mmmmm...good.

Wha? More than extra bar staff like you spoke about? *Her eyes cross for a moment as Bernard rubs extra hard.* MMM. Have you been practicing on girlz while I waz gone?

*She slides her hands up his wrists, and tips her head back to look at him.*

*Rinses the soap out of her hair, taking care not to spill any into her eyes, and bends down to put his arms around her, burying his face in her neck and kissing her. The sleeves of his shirt are sopping wet, but he doesn't even notice.*

You know better than to ask that.

Mmmmm. Oui. I do. *She grins impishly as a thought occures to her.*

Beeeeeeernard. *When Bernard lifts his head to look at her, Fleur flashes a bright smile. Before pulling him bodily into the tub with her, clothes be damned.*

*He yelps and surfaces, bubbly and sputtering, and grinning widely. Suddenly, he kisses her fiercely, his fingers skating over her sides up to her face.*

Waz lonely!

*settling her thighs on either side of his hips, she works her fingers into his waistband, untucking his shirt, and shoving it up over his stomach*

*he moans at the feeling of having her against him again, the thighswrappedaround smellofrosemary handsclutching taste of her too good to be true. He tongues the skittering pulse in her neck, his fingers smoothing and gently scratching along her backbone.*

Missed you every second. Wanted you *a bite on the collarbone* in my bed, in my arms.

Have me now.

Now!

*She wrestles Bernard out of his shirt, and lifts herself to rest most of her waist across his thighs. Wrapping herself more firmly around him, she bites at his lips.*

*Bernard sits back on his heels, bringing her with him, his head buzzing. He recaptures her lips and pulls her against him tightly, gasping into her mouth.*

*Fleur hums. Loudly. Keeping a steady, teasing motion with her hips, she slowly works his belt buckle open, all while looking directing into his eyes.*

*Grinning, Bernard looks right back, and trails his fingertips from the tips of her toes, up, up, up.*

*Fleur's breath hitches, and her eyes flutter.*

Tease.

*She arches, belaying her words. Her hands go lax at Bernard's waist.*

*He rests his forehead against hers, and closes his eyes as she presses against him*

I love you.

*He kisses down her neck to her breast*

*She makes a chocked noise in the back of her throat and lets her head fall back.*

Love you love you loveyouloveyou, do not stooooop~!

*She goes back franticly to his belt, pulling it free.*

*He fumbles with the fastening on his pants, clumsy. His eyes are glassy as he pulls back and looks at her*

Are you sure you're not too sore?

Why iz the stopping?!

*And, without ado, she takes him in hand and lets her weight pull her down onto his lap. Her head falls forward to his shoulder.*

*He cries out, surprised, the sensation overwhelming, and all he can think as he struggles to hold on and move, have to move, can't keep still is that none of the memories of her that he turned over and over in his mind while she was gone can possibly compare to this.*

*She tries to keep her mantra in mind "fangs bad, no fangs, fangs bad, no fangs" but she slips and just thinks "fangs" when Bernard shifts just there, and she bites his shoulder harder than she intended but but but--*

Oh Bernard~

Shit!

*the bite stings and he's sure he's bleeding, but he doesn't care because ohfuck she's riding him now, and the sight of her flushed cheeks and her hair dripping forward over her breasts and her fangs peeking out and ohfuck he can't hold out for long, it's too good.*

Sorry! Sorry! Love you! KEEP MOVING!

*And she arches one last time, still tired but so nice and--*

Ah.

*She lets out a small gasp than slumps forward on Bernard, still moving for him.*

...Bernard...

*And there are stars exploding behind his eyes as he comes just after her, holding her as tightly as he dares. They slowly melt into the cooling bathwater together, breathing hard.*

*Fleur lifts her head and wakes herself enough to pull Bernard securely against her chest and not in the water. Bernard helps by snoring.*

Mmm, you are sexy even when you have your mouth hanging open like that.

*She shoves at her half asleep lover, and the both amble their way out of the bathroom and back to bed. Bernard wraps himself around Fleur, and instantly falls asleep. Fleur sighs as she discovers that Ophelia has wandered away, and cards her fingers through Bernard's hair as she slowly falls asleep herself.*

*In the bedroom, Ophelia awakes, reaching out for arms and legs and comfort. When she realizes there is nobody there, she sits up, blinking and frowning, on the verge of tears - but then she hears noises in the bathroom. Fleur.

She stands and walks quietly into the bathroom, then stops with a gasp at the sight of Bernard and Fleur wrapped around each other, sliding against each other in the warm, soapy tub. She pauses for a moment, watching Fleur, taking in the long-missed sight of her arms and her hair and her breasts and the way she scrunches her nose up during sex. Perhaps Ophelia is a bit jealous - but mostly she is happy, happy that Bernard and Fleur are happy, happy that Fleur has returned.

She turns quietly and leaves the room, heading out into the hallway. Once she is outside, she picks up her skirts and flies, half skipping, half running, towards the stairs.*