#murderwives

"We're leaving tonight." Tonks paused, wine kissing her lips as she glanced over the rim of the glass. Lily met her gaze steadily. "The longer the boys are here," Lily continued, "the greater a chance we're caught. I can't risk them. I won't." Unspoken: not again. Tonks nodded, setting her glass down. "Suppose I'll pack light, then." A little wrinkle appeared between Lily's brows; Tonks had learned all of Lily's faces, but this one was new. "You have to stay, little Auror." "I am," she insisted. "With you." "Love--" There it was, that word again. Tonks stood abruptly, slapping her palms down on the table as she leaned over it. The dishes rattled. "Make me." Lily stared at her for a long moment, green eyes searching her face for something. Perhaps some indication that Tonks wanted to return to an office full of ghosts. Aurors that Tonks had killed. For her. "Got a taste for it, did you?" Lily said, grinning. Smoke and honey. Tonks laughed and shook her head. "Got a taste for you." Red lips curled over white teeth in a smile that reached her eyes, and Lily pulled Tonks in by her shirt collar, kissed her like a knife in the heart.