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[leplusbeau]

Fleur wakes slowly, overheated but very content with the world at the moment. Ophelia's breath is warm against her collar bone, and Bernard is drooling ever so slightly on her neck. Fleur smiles and disentangles herself from their tight jumble. Yawning, she finally gets a whiff of herself as she stretches.

"Ewwwwwwwwww..."

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[leplusbeau]

*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.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*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.

[leplusbeau]

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.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*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.*

[leplusbeau]

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*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*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.

[leplusbeau]

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.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*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.*

[leplusbeau]

*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.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

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

[leplusbeau]

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

Tease.

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

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*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*

[leplusbeau]

*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.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*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?

[leplusbeau]

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.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*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.*

[leplusbeau]

*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~

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

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.*

[leplusbeau]

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...

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*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.*

[leplusbeau]

*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.*

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*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.*