Passing
They realize that moments like these cannot last.
The afternoon is pleasantly warm. Just enough so that Remus has deemed it necessary to shed the button-down shirt he'd donned that morning. Tonks isn't complaining as he settles her against his chest, one arm draped loosely about her waist, the other caressing her bare shoulder. Her legs dangle from the edge of the flat's tiny fire escape, toes curling in their pink striped socks as he fingers the strap of her camisole, brushing the sensitive curve between shoulder and neck. She keeps track of time passing in the kisses he drops to her hair every so often, and shivers when his lips trail down to brush her nape.
He nuzzles the soft pink strands feathered there, gives her waist a comforting squeeze. She feels safe here, ensconced in the circle of his arms, content to enjoy these few Elysian hours before the world can crash back down again.
A/N: Aaaah, this one was so easy to write. I had a very clear picture for it in my head, which if you're interested you can find sketched at www[DOT]nancystagerat[DOT]deviantart[DOT]com/art/A-Rare-Moment-of-Peace-130327690 . I hope you like both the writing and the art, and tonight my reviewers will be receiving a fire escape to share with the character of their choosing, and their very own pair of pink striped socks. :3