Whisper
Her nose is cold on his neck, but the feel of her lips there is comforting. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
"What are you doing?" She whispers, giggling.
Remus looks his wife in the eye. "Kissing you," is the whispered reply.
She doesn't object as he kisses her.
And he doesn't object when she whispers that she loves him.
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