Remus grinned down at her, an almost wolfish smile on his face. Then again, she was quite right and if he wanted to see the under-oos, he'd have to move of her. With one final kiss, Remus rolled off Tonks and onto his side, staring at his wife.
"I promise that I will not laugh. I swear on... something. Insert what I should swear on here," Remus replied, unbuttoning his own shirt, but leaving it on, just parted. "Besides, it's a once in a life-time chance. My wife wearing lace." He paused. "Well, you can tell your mum that you at least were wearing something that had lace on it on your wedding day."