He turned around and she bolted towards him, but Remus was ready, opening his arms to greet the witch. She didn’t care about decorum, or propriety, or anything of the sort, the only thing she cared about was this wizard in front of her. Once in his arms, Remus lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, as he buried his nose into her hair. He quickly moved to the base of her neck alternating between open mouthed kisses and gentle nips until he met her mouth. Their lips collided with force, teeth and tongues clashing against each other. It was not a timid kiss between new lovers, it was a display of survival. They were alive, and they were together, and that's all that mattered. She wove her fingers through his hair and gave a small tug, smiling as Remus groaned into their kiss. He backed her up against the nearest wall and she could feel his length pressed against her stomach, but as much as she wanted him to take her right then and there, they both knew it wasn’t the time or place.