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"remus," she called out softly. remus turned from his desk, facing her who was sat on his bed with an attentive gaze. "can i kiss you?"
remus frowned slightly, looking at her with confusion. "you're my girlfriend. of course, you can."
"okay." she smiled happily, making no move to actually go and kiss him. there was a minute before she asked him once more, "if i were someone from a mafia group and you were the FBI, can i kiss you then?"
"what kind of question is that?"
"it's a question." she shrugged.
"i don't know?"
"you don't know," she muttered thoughtfully. "remus doesn't know."
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"honey, i'm home!" remus called out, closing the door behind him as he walked in. he shrugged off his coat, hanging it by the door when he caught sight of her. "how was work?"
"how was work?!?" she repeated with an annoyed expression. "you fucking shot me you idiot!"
"i had too." he lifted his hands up in defense, moving to her side when he spotted sirius smirking at their interaction whilst lily helped clean up her bullet wound. "they would've suspected me if i had just let you go without trying."
"oh so your career comes before you girlfriend's life?" she said dramatically, wincing when lily used alcohol to clean her up. "glad to know you have your priorities sorted!"
"you're making a big deal out of nothing," remus mumbled, calmly capturing her lips with his own, lingering for as long as he could shut her up for (in a loving way of course). pressing one last kiss on her lips, he finally pulled away with a smirk.
she shook her head with a small disapproving hummed, realizing what he had just attempted to do. "remus, i am not making a big deal out of nothing. you shot me!"
"love, you get shot every other week." he pointed out with a small smile, knowing that he was right. "didn't lily had to take a bullet out from your arm just last week?"
he was right. lily did have to take a bullet out of her shoulder but in her defense, if james had just not been an idiot and moved out of the way she wouldn't have to interfere and take a bullet from him. "i'm breaking up with you."
"sure you are."