Prompt: A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I can't take anymore. M, just to be safe.
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He's been half-hard all night.
Molly's idea for a cozy Christmas gathering turned into a party. Sirius has plied everyone with whiskey and mead, and Remus hasn't had a drop.
He doesn't need anything to dull his inhibitions. It's taking all his effort not to cross the room and pin Tonks against the wall to kiss her senseless.
She came in a tight crimson dress and lethal gold heels. He's always enchanted by her face and smile, but when she turned to the side and he saw the outline of her backside against the scarlet fabric, his body responded.
His eyes drifted up to her chest-a growl of satisfaction escaped his lips then-and he's taken the night to study her.
Soft, smooth legs that disappear under her dress. Creamy thighs that peek out when she sits. He's aching to touch the skin there and see if it's as soft and flawless as it looks.
Her arms are golden in the firelight. Her hair, a stunning reddish-brown tonight, is like the setting sun. He'll let her burn him alive if it means he can touch her.
When she tripped over a chair and Molly helped her up, Remus risked a glance. There was something dark and lacy there. He had to excuse himself to use the bathroom or else he'd be in trouble.
That's when she catches him.
"T-Tonks," he gasps, running into her in the corridor.
"You were watching me."
He twitches. "You look nice."
"Nice?"
Her chest is heaving and her breasts peek out so nicely from the top of her dress.
"Very nice," he chokes. What he wants to tell her-what he shouldn't say-is that she's driving him to the edge of sanity.
Her hand finds his arm. "Do you like the dress? It's new."
Not as much as I like what's underneath it, he thinks.
He can only bob his head in response. Her fingers creep up his arm. It's dangerous-he needs to go-
Her lips part.
His resolve vanishes.
His mouth crashes against hers. She's frozen for a second and then her lips move, her fingers clutch his jumper, and he's throbbing.
A moan brings him back to reality.
"Tonks-"
"-after the party," she says breathily. "Will you come to my flat so we can chat?"
His heart jumps in his throat. He knows he should say no.
"I'll be there."
