A/N: Hey y'all! Here's some BillTonks. Post-war.
Word Count: 383
Enjoy!
Bill smiled serenely down at his girlfriend, dragging his fingers through her bubblegum pink hair. "Morning," he whispered as her eyes opened slowly.
She frowned up at him as she woke up; she'd never been a morning person. "Mmm. Morning. Now, good night."
"Hey, hey, wait." Bill placed a gentle kiss on her jaw to help her wake up a bit. Sunlight was falling onto the bed and illuminating her heart-shaped face; Bill smiled at the sight. "Babe," he whispered, "the war is over."
Tonks cocked a pink brow, looking both amused and unimpressed. "I'm aware, thanks." Her hand slithered out from beneath the blankets and switched on the lamp, resigning herself to wakefulness, then turned back to him. She laced her fingers through Bill's, and he grinned at the sight of her bitten nails with chipped purple varnish.
This was the serenity they had fought for, and he felt giddy that they'd actually achieved it. The murky waters of life were finally clearing for them; the future had never seen more bright.
"You're staring."
Tonks' amused voice interrupted his thoughts. Bill just grinned lazily and shrugged, draping his free arm over her waist and pulling her closer. "I can't help it. We made it, Tonks." He let the laughter bubble up inside him and pressed an ecstatic kiss to his girlfriend's lips. "It's over, and we made it."
Cool fingers reached out to his jaw, and Bill leaned into the touch. "Yeah," Tonks whispered to him. Her fingers trailed the scars on his face, and there was no disgust, no hesitation… only love. "Yeah," she said again. "It's sort of bloody amazing, isn't it?"
He laughed out loud, completely in love with her way with words, and pulled her up against his chest. He buried his nose into the junction between her neck and shoulder, feeling her squirm when its coldness touched her warm skin. "I love you," he told her, the words unbelievably freeing. "I love you."
Tonks cradled the back of his head with her free hand, the other still clasped tightly in his. "I love you, too. Now shut up and let me sleep; there's still another hour or two before it's indecent not to be awake."
Bill grinned and reached over her to switch the lamp back off.