Remus POV
As she came into the room, she was a little too hasty. Her hip collided with the small table next to the armchair. She rubbed her hip and hissed and cursed at the table a few times, the tips of her hair turning red. I beckoned her over to where I sat and she did so, thankfully, without further injury.
I took my hand and carefully rubbed the spot she'd hit before gently pressing my lips to it. Once. Twice. Three times.
She smiled and bent down to press her soft lips to my rougher ones. I sighed as they met, the now familiar feeling of release and lightness that appeared whenever we kissed spreading through me.
It was a strange feeling, but one of the best anyone's ever made me feel.