the_debt_of_time

So whatever your deal is, Remus, get over it. I like you, I want you, and I'm not putting up
a fight. You're not the big, bad wolf who's come to ravish the fair maiden."
"There's.. ." He sighed. "There's a lot you still don't know. It's only been a month."
"A pretty great month. And, technically, we had our first date back in March."
Remus scoffed, leaning back on the sofa. He put his hands behind his head to stop
himself from holding onto her. "Yes, where I stalked you through Diagon Alley, and you
bought me chips and a butterbeer while regaling me with my life story, which you
apparently already knew. How romantic."
"You've quite made up for it since then. Flowers I forget to water, chocolates that
you've half eaten, and poetry that I'll never understand. You better be careful there, Remus
Lupin, a girl could get used to this kind of treatment. What happens when I decide that I'm
never letting you go?"
He looked up at her, his mate, the girl he had waited eighteen years to know by
name, twenty-nine years to see with his own eyes, and thirty-four years, eleven months,
and twenty-two days to speak to. She was so very much his polar opposite and yet she was
utter perfection.
Lost in his thoughts and without thinking, Remus whispered, "I love you."
Nymphadora's violet hair quickly turned bright red, and her hazel eyes shifted to
blue and widened in the process. Her mouth fell open and a "Whoa" escaped her.
Groaning, he realised what he had done. "I know, I'm sorry, but... I can't... I
can't help it, and it's not because we're in the position we're in, and it's not because you're
so very pretty, but you are."
He momentarily lost his train of thought as he looked up at her face, cheeks flushed
pink and eyes still slightly dilated from arousal, the tiny shimmer of the scar on her forehead
which she kept visible even though she had the ability to morph it away.
"And it's not because you smell like biscuits," he said and then breathed her in, his
own eyes glazing over at the scent of living Amortentia. "Which you do. You're just...
perfect."
She snorted indelicately. "Hardly. I trip over everything."
"I like catching you. I love catching you."
She grinned down at him. "You're a big sap, aren't you?"
"The biggest."