045. Liquorice - April/May - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
He was positively crushed when he found out, and had the most mournful look on his face for the rest of the night.
"I'm sorry," she apologised. "I really am! But I just...don't."
"It's okay..." he sighed, peering at her over the top of his book. "I'll learn how to cope somehow..." he sighed.
"It's not the end of the world." she protested. "It's not like you're dying because of it or anything!"
"I could do..." he mused, leaning back in his armchair with a thoughtful sigh. "I could very well die from it. For you see, this'll turn into a fight and then we won't speak for a week, and then thing'll be weird and awkward and never the same again so we'll eventually part our ways and without you I'd simply die..."
She stood over him for a moment, a tea towel in her hand stained from her disasters in the kitchen and glared down on him for a long while until he couldn't hold a straight face anymore.
"You're terrible!" she jumped into his lap and ruffled his hair roughly before kissing him hard.
"Only because I care about you so much." he looked at her seriously. "You bring out the worse in me."
"So that explains the scratch marks on my back." she murmured close to his ear, making him blush and freeze up.
She kissed his cheek gently and then returned to the kitchen, struggling to cook spaghetti and meatballs for their dinner. Remus wasn't allowed in the kitchen while she cooked, just as how she wasn't allowed to read over his shoulder.
"It's not as bad as you think, you know." he called through, returning to his book.
"I've tried it, I hate it." her answer was short and sweet.
"Why did I fall for you again?" he smiled as he turned the page. Living with Tonks, it was a must that you could read and hold a conversation at the same time.
"I don't know, why did you?" Tonk's voice was clean cut as she returned to the living room and stood over him once again.
He looked up at her simply, a lovesick look in his eyes. Slowly, he held up the bag again, and smiled at her.
"Ohh, fine then..." Tonks murmured and took a short string of liquorice from the bag, shoving it in her mouth before she had any second thoughts.
"It's foul." she mumbled around it, letting Remus' hands guide her back to sit in his lap. "See how much I love you?" she grumbled, swallowing the bad taste as soon as she could, making Remus smile and kiss her.
"You taste lovely to me though." he rested his forehead against hers, making her smile in return.
"Don't I always though?"
"Liquorice wins here sorry dear."
She hit him and he petted her hair gently, smiling at her in such a way which could turn her hair pinker just so easily.
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"I'm sorry," she apologised. "I really am! But I just...don't."
"It's okay..." he sighed, peering at her over the top of his book. "I'll learn how to cope somehow..." he sighed.
"It's not the end of the world." she protested. "It's not like you're dying because of it or anything!"
"I could do..." he mused, leaning back in his armchair with a thoughtful sigh. "I could very well die from it. For you see, this'll turn into a fight and then we won't speak for a week, and then thing'll be weird and awkward and never the same again so we'll eventually part our ways and without you I'd simply die..."
She stood over him for a moment, a tea towel in her hand stained from her disasters in the kitchen and glared down on him for a long while until he couldn't hold a straight face anymore.
"You're terrible!" she jumped into his lap and ruffled his hair roughly before kissing him hard.
"Only because I care about you so much." he looked at her seriously. "You bring out the worse in me."
"So that explains the scratch marks on my back." she murmured close to his ear, making him blush and freeze up.
She kissed his cheek gently and then returned to the kitchen, struggling to cook spaghetti and meatballs for their dinner. Remus wasn't allowed in the kitchen while she cooked, just as how she wasn't allowed to read over his shoulder.
"It's not as bad as you think, you know." he called through, returning to his book.
"I've tried it, I hate it." her answer was short and sweet.
"Why did I fall for you again?" he smiled as he turned the page. Living with Tonks, it was a must that you could read and hold a conversation at the same time.
"I don't know, why did you?" Tonk's voice was clean cut as she returned to the living room and stood over him once again.
He looked up at her simply, a lovesick look in his eyes. Slowly, he held up the bag again, and smiled at her.
"Ohh, fine then..." Tonks murmured and took a short string of liquorice from the bag, shoving it in her mouth before she had any second thoughts.
"It's foul." she mumbled around it, letting Remus' hands guide her back to sit in his lap. "See how much I love you?" she grumbled, swallowing the bad taste as soon as she could, making Remus smile and kiss her.
"You taste lovely to me though." he rested his forehead against hers, making her smile in return.
"Don't I always though?"
"Liquorice wins here sorry dear."
She hit him and he petted her hair gently, smiling at her in such a way which could turn her hair pinker just so easily.
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