A/N: I'm only a teenager and I've never been on a date, let alone actually kissed someone and this is my first time writing R/T, actually writing anything in the fandom that is Harry Potter. So please be nice with the comments and I'm sorry is the grammar is off I tried my hardest but grammar has never been my strong suit. Oh and before I forget. I own nothing it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

And by the way, I dedicate this fic to Starbucks. Where I found myself when this little triple drabble slipped into my head. I was having a tall coffee (caffeine and all (how I love thee)) with sugar-free vanilla syrup if anyone was wondering. 

Coffee

The undertones of cinnamon and nutmeg, the over powering characteristic of bold rich flavor. The velvetiness hits her first, the unmistakable feeling of an old friend. Her favorite bean done just the way she wanted by just the man to do the job. She licks her lips in satisfaction. This is her favorite time of day, when the sun has just rose over the fog of dew, everything coated in tiny teardrops.

He liked the morning too, but preferred tea, black, as she has always expected, except for three small teaspoons of sugar, just enough to give sweetness without overpowering the light delicate flavor of the tea. She preferred her morning drink with a little cream and one overflowing tablespoon of the sweet stuff. Just like his kisses. She mused to herself in the comfortable silence. Rich but unmistakably sweet. She had always imagined his kisses to be soft and almost like an apology for being who he was even though it was he that she wanted the most, but instead they were full of passion and longing. The wolf in him coming out in this simple touch that meant so much more to her.

The living room had never seemed so bright in the dreary place that was number twelve Grimmauld Place. Despite being trapped in here for over a year Sirius never really did brighten up the place. Maybe he liked it that way Tonks thought, maybe it was comforting to be in a house that was as depressed as he. It was unfair that he had to spend his last days like a bird in a cage, and a rather hyperactive bird he was. "Oh Sirius, I do miss you." Tonks whispered only loud enough for Remus to hear. "I miss him to," he echoed back.