A/N: I know I don't own anything. This crappy writing, must likely because I haven't had coffee but enjoy anyways.
It was her first kiss, she felt childish to admit that. She didn't tell Remus, it would only serve to remind him of their age gap. She shouldn't be kissing right now. Dumbledore was dead, they should be mourning. But he was kissing back, so at least he was making this mistake with her. He tasted of too sweet chocolate and too bitter tea.
She must like raspberries and coffee, he mused. She was his; finally he let himself take ownership. But ownership brings great responsibility. A responsibility that should be weighing heavily on his shoulders if it wasn't for the fact that he was lost in her kiss. Her kiss, his first kiss. He was too old to say that but his "condition" prevented him from pursing anyone. He was too afraid that the wanting would stay with him when he transformed and he would bite someone. So he made himself unlikable. It wasn't that hard, wear ragged clothes, put his nose in a book, and stay quiet. But that hadn't kept away Tonks and that is what made him happiest.