All That Mattered
Tonks lay in bed listening to Remus pace downstairs. He had told her to go to bed and stay there, and that he would be right up, but that was over an hour ago. She understood his anxiety; she was his mate and he would fight to the death to protect her. She just wished he understood (or at least accepted) that she would do the same for him.
Making up her mind, she got up, threw on his bathrobe, and made her way downstairs. She was slightly surprised when he seemed not to have noticed her presence but took this opportunity to watch him as he gazed out the window toward the new moon, nonexistent in the sky.
But of course, Tonks being who she was, she could never stay hidden for long. This particular instance involved her running into a side-table and knocking one of Remus's many books onto the floor. When she straightened from picking the tome up, she met the eyes of her lover but could find no words for the expression reflected from the amber.
"I… couldn't sleep." She explained meekly, twirling the book nervously in her hands.
Remus stepped forward and gently extracted the novel from her grip. She let it go without much of a fight. When the volume was back where it belonged, Remus caught Tonks off guard by wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace.
She allowed herself to relax into his body and wrap her own arms around his waist, while burying her head into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Dora," he whispered and she could hear the tears in his voice, "I just don't want anything to happen to you."
Tonks merely tightened her grip on him for tears had taken away her voice. She buried her face deeper into into his clothing and breathed deeply, taking in his scent.
They stood there, allowing their love to shelter them and permit them to forget the war raging outside even if just for a night. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.