"I wouldn't say its so bad," she sighed flopping down heavily onto the small couch. She toed off her black boots stretching her toes with a content sigh.

"Give'em here," he said lightly gesturing to her feet. She could see he was holding back a smile as she laid her feet on his lap. He began to massage them gently clearly lost in thought. "It is you know," he finally murmured.

She watched him carefully for a moment before pulling her feet out his hands and moving into his body looping her arms around his neck, wrapping one leg around his waist and burying her face into his neck breathing in his scent. She felt him breathe her in deeply before he wrapped his own arms around her pulling her in close.

Finally pulling back and looking him in the eye she whispered. "Everything will turn out the way it's meant to."

"How can you say that," he snapped. "If I don't make it…if he loses me—"

"Then that it'll be how it is," she interrupted grasping his face in her hands. "You have to stop this. You're waiting to die, do you know that Remus?"

"What are you on about," he snarled.

"Its like…it's like you feel guilty about living, that if you live like this somehow your fulfilling that debt—you think you should have died all those years ago—"

"I should of," he muttered. "I should have known—"

"You should have been in love with Lily and been the father of her child instead of James?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"That's what you're being," she snapped back. "It's ridiculous to say you should have known your childhood friend was a traitor, that you have the audacity to blame yourself for Sirius's death when it was more my fault then yours or to say that you could have somehow stopped him from going to save Harry's life. Remus you can't control other people you have to do what's best for you and let the pieces fall into place. Do you love me?"

"What," he said surprised at her sudden question. "With all I have."

"Do you love our baby?"

"Dora—""

"Do you?"

"With all I have and more," he said seriously.

"Do you love Harry?"

"Yes," he returned heatedly.

"So what's your problem?"

"You've lost me love," Remus said shaking his head.

"If you love all of us with everything you've got, if you'd die for us, then what does the rest of it matter," she whispered fiercely still holding his face in her hands. "That's all we want, all we'll ever need. It fine—no it's better than fine it's perfect."

"You, my love, are nutters," he smiled. "I still think you could do better."

"Shut up," she growled. "I want you. You are the best I can do because you are exactly what I want."

"I'm a—"

"Sexy werewolf," she said with a smirk kissing his neck lightly making him shiver. "Are you going to bite me?"

"Stop it," he said with a blush. "Being a werewolf is not sexy."

"Glad you think so," she giggled. "Wouldn't want some werewolf chick to steal you away from me."

"Tonks," he intoned.

"But apparently I'm as kinky as they come," she said in a husky tone licking his neck and squirming on his lap. "Because I think the fact that you have a wild untamed beast trapped inside you is a real turn on."

"Do you," he growled pushing her off his lap onto the couch then covering her body with his.

"Oh yes," she moaned as he planted sucking kisses on her neck. "I wonder if you lost your temper would you ravage me like a beast…ripping my clothes in you haste to have me."

"Like this," he growled ripping her shirt in half as well as her bra tossing them behind him before descending on her exposed nipple.