"Oh, for the love of-just kill me, Remus, stop sitting there and looking adorably contemplative."
Remus laughed and leaned towards the chessboard. "I might not kill you. I might let you suffer with only a king and that knight and a few pawns and kill your bishop instead."
"What, and have me die with barely any important pieces? Come on, come on, mercy kill, please?" Tonks turned her eyes an adorable chocolate brown.
"Actually," Remus pointed out, "it's a coup de grâce. Not a mercy kill."
"Potato potahto."
"Mercy kill sounds ridiculous."
"Yeah, well. When we married you promised you wouldn't correct me too much."
Remus rolled his eyes. "I never said that, Dora-"
"No, you didn't. I muttered that under my breath right before you said 'I do' and thus it was part of your vow."
"Liar."
"Would someone with these eyes lie to you?" asked Tonks innocently, batting her suddenly long eyelashes and grinning widely.
Remus laughed. "Fine, fine, coup de grâce."
"Mercy kill."
"Potato potahto. Queen to e-5, checkmate."
"Lovely. I rather needed that." Tonks leaned forward over the chessboard and kissed her husband, knocking nearly all the pieces onto the ground.