She opened the door of his flat to find Remus reading on the couch; he looked up, with a smile that said he was really pleased to see her. Feeling her beam broadly, she all but sprinted into the small sitting room and onto the couch next to him.
He looked at her rather amused as she turned her head to kiss him.
"Wotcher"
"Hello"
He let his lips linger in hers for a while. When they finally broke apart, he gave her an appreciative look.
"You seem happy, how was work?"
Tonks felt her blush and morph it away hastily, before he could realise she was keeping something from him. She was used to hid information at work but somehow she feared it would be most difficult to do it from Remus. Even though they had not been together for a long time, he had a way of reading into her expression that, right now, could proven to be dangerous to her plans.
"Same as usual," she said trying to sound nonchalant, "dull, boring paperwork. Oh, and we got a tip off about where Sirius Black might be. I had to stay on a sunny and very hot street for almost two hours guarding a building where he might have been hidden all this time."
Remus made a sympathetic noise and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry about that."
She gave him a grim smile, congratulating herself from distracting him and herself. She had to stop thinking about her hidden transformations altogether.
"The worst part of it," she continued, "is knowing that meanwhile he was surely at Headquarters and probably having some iced pumping juice."
"Oh, he was," Remus said, chuckling softly. "I went to see him today. Except, it was not pumping juice, it was Butterbeer."
Tonks gave a mock groan and looked at him, smiling down at her.
She leaned forward until her lips were less than an inch from his.
"I'm happy to see you."
Kissing him again she thought she'd better master her morphing quickly. She hated hiding something this big from Remus.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Very."
He looked at her for a moment. There was something else, he was sure, but he couldn't quite place what was it.
"Are you alright?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, why?" she asked, panicking inside. What was he looking at that might be giving her away?
"I don't know," he said slowly. Tonks what looking at him with a slightly puzzled expression, her face a bit pale.
He was probably imagining things. He should control that paranoia of his, nothing was wrong and there she was, the woman he fancied, happy to see him and tired. And hungry. And he was making a fool of himself by questioning her as if she were a small girl. Wanting to kick himself for his absurd uneasiness he stood up and offered her a hand.
"There is some onion soup in the kitchen, come on."
Feeling a little guilty Tonks took his hand, stood up and followed into the kitchen. She would have to learn that wolf thing fast.