1. Motion

Giving neither rhyme nor reason for his sudden burst of spontaneity, Remus grabs her hand and sweeps her to her feet.

"Dance with me?"

"Do you want your toes broken?"

He loves the way Tonks startles back from him, her forehead moulded into skeptical wrinkles with the raise of those bright pink eyebrows. She glances down at the heavy work boots still on her feet and then back to his face, smiling wryly. Though, he notes, she hasn't released his hand.

The Marauder in him loves the shiver he feels race down her neck as he leans in to whisper against her ear.

"Humor me."