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Today we'll be jumping a little further into brought to you by second breakfast.

Today we'll be jumping a little further

into the werewolf who stole Christmas.

Please be advised, this is an M-rated fanfick.

We find ourselves a little further in the story

between Tonks and Remus.

Quite a bit further.

A lot of it further. A lot of it further. All the way.

Waw.

She laughed and stopped a little way from a little way away from the door leaning against the wall and pulling Remus closer

fiddling with the hem of his jumper. What would you say? She said biting her

lip against a grin as she peered up at him.

If I told you that I found that really sexy.

Remus grinned back and lent in closer, gently pressing her into the wall and making her bite her lip harder against a

gat rather than a grin.

He met her eye, his somewhere between delicious, flirty, invitation, and delightfully schoolboy amusement.

I'd say you were my kind of girl.

He'd say, taking her face in his hands and tilting it up, his warm

lips covered hers and in an instant she was lost. She wasn't entirely sure if the whooshing sensation in her stomach was from

them apparating or Remus's kiss, but before she'd have time to ascertain which and before they even really finish arriving.

Remus was kissing her more fervently and she couldn't think of anything except the feel of his lips on hers and his fingers on her jaw.

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