Outsides
Theirs is an unobtrusive affection. Public displays have never sat well with Remus, and he'd been rather relieved when Tonks, as bold a dresser as she is, preferred to keep their attraction a strictly private affair as well. They will never be the couple sneaking kisses across teashop booths, choosing instead to keep their visible signs of attraction limited to clasped hands atop the table.
He rubs his thumb across the backs of her fingers, and such a simple gesture has never been so intimate, never conveyed so much as it does between them. Unimposing in its gentle devotion. Her smile glows, shy as she bathes in the warmth of that one small show of fondness.
More perceptive customers notice the quiet couple, smile at them over the rims of their mugs. Many remember what it was like to be in love like that; others wonder how it must feel to have such an easy connection with someone else. Some are envious. Most are content just to wonder how their strange little perfection came to be, and wish them well.
A/N: This is quite possibly my favorite drabble of the 82 I've written thus far. I do love it so. I'd love to know what you all think of it! Reviewers tonight will receive a teashop booth and the character of their choice to share it with.