“Severus?” Remus peeked down the hall of fitting rooms at Madam Malkin’s.
“In here!” Severus hissed.
Remus pushed the curtain aside. “What’s…..Severus you’re nude.”
“What took you so long? Severus asked grumpily. “I am chilled.”
“I didn’t realize.” Remus breathed as he drank in the sight of Severus and his twin in the mirror.
“Did you require an engraved invitation?”
Remus grinned. “No, but perhaps more than a slight quirk of the eyebrow of seduction™.”
Severus reached for his neatly folded pants. Remus’ predatory instincts took over and he pounced, bending Severus over his arm and kissing him quite thoroughly.