Prompt: Teasing kisses on every bit of visible skin. T.

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Remus is sitting up when she finds him. His torso is half-covered in bandages and the dried blood and mud are gone from his hair. He guesses she washed him when he was unconscious.

"Wotcher."

Her arms are crossed as she leans against the doorway to the spare room. Her bump is visible under her thick jumper, a sign that his child has survived another moon. She's smiling and her eyes are bright.

"Dora."

She saunters up to him and kisses him.

"Baby's happy and healthy," she says, taking his hand and putting it on her abdomen. He feels the movement under his fingertips and shudders with relief.

It hurts to bend his neck, but he kisses her stomach and lies back with a groan.

"Allow me," she tells him, pressing light kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and nose.

"Dora?"

"When you're healed," she murmurs, in between kisses down his neck, "I'm jumping your bones."

His body reacts (it's so easy for her to get him ready) as she kisses every inch of skin. All the places where he isn't bandaged, her lips skim across the exposed skin, warming him and healing him.

(When he was a boy, his mother said kisses on wounds made them heal faster. He didn't believe her, but now he does.)

The teasing kisses are working him up and his hand finds her waist.

"Please," he begs, "it's torture."

She smirks at him. "I'll have mercy on you … for now. No promises for when you're healed."

He thinks it'll be his fastest recovery yet.