Birthday
Tonks sinks into the overstuffed purple couch, hands raking through her hair. "Merlin, I thought they'd never leave."
Remus's hands knead into her shoulders, pressing the knots that had formed there during her (thoroughly unexpected) surprise party. "You know they all mean well, love," he says, but his tone speaks quite clearly that he's just as glad the remainder of the Order has finally trickled out.
"Yeah, well, we'll see how much good meaning well does you when a whole mess of people Floo in while we're snogging on your birthday." She doesn't bother morphing the red from her ears now that they're alone. "Did you see Molly's face when she caught me sprawled out on the couch on top of you? Blimey, I thought she'd burst a blood vessel."
Remus winces. "Well, she does think of you as another daughter…"
"Good thing snogging was all we were doing. Could you imagine if my parents had shown up?"
Images of a blanching, scandalized Andromeda Black and a sputtering, ruddy-faced Ted Tonks swim before his eyes.
"Please don't plant that thought in my head, Tonks. I'm scarred enough as it is."
Her musical laugh rings through the flat as she pulls him down beside her. "Well, if it gets your mind off of my mother, I happen to be thinking about where we left off with that birthday present of yours…" She grins, and Remus catches her smile with his lips, happy to indulge in her much more appealing mental images.
A/N: This is another one I particularly enjoyed writing, possibly because I let artistic lisence run away with it a little. I like to imagine Tonks' birthday in late November, dunno why really. Tonight reviewers get a giant wedge of birthday cake in exchange for feedback!