"Remus!" Tonks yelled from downstairs.
Remus put down the razor, and used the towel hanging around his neck to wipe off the leftover shaving cream. He stared at his body in the mirror; bare fleshed exposed itself except for a fresh towel wrapped around his thighs. Despite the cruel storm that was raging outside, Tonks took good care of the rooms, making sure there was ample heat at all times.
"Yes, Tonks?" He said walking into the kitchen with a grin. Before him stood his wife, busy preparing for a Christmas feast for the family and their close friends. The room smelled inviting; full of cinnamon, nutmeg, and other sugary spices.
"Good morning, sweetie," She said, without looking at him. She was busy checking the oven. "Have you touched the pudding?"
"Of course not," Remus replied, as he reached for the newspaper on the long counter in the middle of the kitchen.
"Well, it looks like it's been eaten," Tonks said as she stood up straight and sighed with her lower lips, gently blowing her bangs up. "Those Weasley boys are going to be disappointed when they see there's not enough for all of them, not to mention myself."
Remus looked around the already full room. "Honey, you've got enough food to feed Hogwarts! Nevermind the pudding thief, I bet it's just shriveled from being in the cold of the free—"
Just then Sirius walked into the room, one hand tousling his hair which was still frazzled from sleeping on the living room couch. Tonks and Remus stared at him, and he stared back from just past the doorway.
"What? Is there something on my face?" He said rather perplexed, and raised a finger to his face. He licked the finger, causing Tonks to look away from displeasure. "Good pudding. I better go clean myself up." With that, Sirius left the room.
"Did you know he was staying the night?" Tonks asked Remus in a hushed voice.
Before Remus could reply Sirius poked his head back in the doorway, took one look at Remus, winked, and disappeared once again.
Tonks took off her oven mittens and walked over to where Remus was standing and wrapped her hands around Remus' bare biceps. "You know," Tonks began with a smirk, "I think I'll do just fine without the pudding." She leaned in for what is to be a deep and passionate kiss, but, as tradition holds, they don't kiss and tell.
Merry Christmas, everyone!