the_debt_of_time

"I don't want to talk about it yet," he said and reached for the hand not currently
gripping her wand, holding it delicately within both of his. "That's not important right
now. We're what's important right now. I believe you issued an ultimatum at Christmas?"
Dora slowly began to smile at him. "Does that mean...? Are you done being a
dumbarse?"
Remus laughed. "I think so."
She inhaled, and Remus could hear every single beat of her heart, including the one
that skipped.
"I need you to be sure, Remus," she said firmly. "I can't handle it if you're not―"
"I am so sorry," he interjected immediately. "I'm a... a dumbarse. And I swear I
will make it up to you. Are we good to leave?"
"Leave?" Dora grinned slyly at him, placing a hand on his chest. "Planning on
sweeping me off my feet, Mr Lupin?"
He gripped her wrist in his palm and tugged her forward roughly until she crashed
into his chest and lost her balance. Instead of tumbling backward as she was prone to do,
Remus held her tightly in his arms and kept her standing. He leant in close, kissing the line
of her jaw that led back to her ear.
"Planning on putting you on your back, Miss Tonks," he whispered, his voice husky.
Dora shivered in his arms and breathed out, "Holy shit. Umm, and... and then
what?"
Remus inhaled as he brushed his nose against her hairline, grinning victoriously as
he watched it slowly turn from brown to purple. He pulled away from her to look into her
eyes which were flashing gold. His chest rumbled at the sight, and he took her face in his
hands and brushed his lips lightly against hers, fighting to control himself.
"Kiss you, lick you, love you, worship you," he whispered, feeling much like his
younger, more poetic self. "Mark you, claim you.. ."
Dora whimpered at the words, and she exclaimed in a breathy voice, "Oooh, fuck
me."
Remus grinned. "That's the plan."