She had to get out.
It hurt so much. Even just to be in the same room as him. She had to get out. Tonks escaped the hot, stuffy sitting room of the burrow, opting to sit in the cool, dim back yard instead. Here, she was alone. No pestering friends, no Remus. Just her and her thoughts.
Although that was nearly as bad.
She leaned against the rough bark of a large oak tree, as light spilled out onto the grass. The door closed again, and a dark shadow was making its way towards her. Her heart sank as the scarred face came into view. Remus stood in front of her, silent, looking at his shoes.
"I didn't want it to be like this." He murmured. She looked away, out over the hedge, where the sun was setting, casting a fantastic fiery orange light onto the clouds.
She felt his hand encircle her wrist. She looked at him. He was biting his lip, staring at her purple chucks. Slowly, she reached out, and tilted his face up.
"Neither did I." She whispered back.
"I'm sorry." His lips were barely moving. His self pity infuriated her.
She pulled his lips roughly against her own. He pushed her back against the tree. She pulled his hair. His hand tightened around her wrist, the other locked around her neck. All the while their lips never broke apart. Not even as they stumbled backwards towards the anti-apparation barrier. Not even as they tripped and fell on the floor in Tonks' apartment. Not even as they pulled each others clothes off.
These Violent delights have violent ends.