"It's all right," he said, reassuring when he could sense the other man's uncertainty. "Well, no, it's not really. I don't like not being by your side for something that important. But, I understand and it's all right as far as that goes -- which is nowhere tonight. This is not a night for worries, especially hypothetical ones."
Not that it stopped Remus from frowning again over Marlene. "Likely neither are the real her, or some combination of the two -- or more. After we played catch-up on ten years when she first came back, all she's ever wanted to talk about is sex or relationships. I know she's not the brainless bimbo her talk of getting people shirtless and having 'naked fun'," he growled that last, "makes her appear to be. It's what makes her a good Auror, I'd assume, that ability to morph into who she needs to be in a given situation."
Nothing had ever made him feel as accepted as the touch of Regulus' lips on scars Remus had always been ashamed of and he sighed his contentment at the sensation now. "Yes, you are," he teased huskily when his shirt had been removed, his hands sliding around Regulus' waist. He smiled softly as he used one hand at his lover's back to guide him backwards against the sunbed. "Better with less clothes?" he asked, laughter colouring his voice and creeping into his heated gaze.