"Well, maybe not as soon as humanly possible," Remus replied. "I do actually want to see you in them. It may be my one chance to see you in anything resembling something completely and totally girlish," he teased with a grin. Frankly, he didn't care what she wore (or didn't wear for that matter). However, on the night known as his wedding night, he'd rather have one occasion to see her like that."
Remus quickly took the key from Dora and shoved it into the lock, quickly turning it. He barely had the door open before he found himself with an arm full of Metamorphmagus. With a grunt, he put a hand under her arse to hold her in place while he crossed the threshold into the room. "Pounce is much, much better," Remus replied, stopping just inside the door to kick it closed.
Sliding a hand along her back, the other shamelessly groped her arse while she nuzzled him. Given her enthusiasm and his own arousal, if he wasn't careful the afternoon would be over before it even began. Remus moved her to the bed, dropping her unceremoniously on the bed before pouncing himself.