There he was, staring at his half naked reflection in the bathroom mirror like he was a thing of disgust, instead of the wonderous man he was to you, this bothered you.
Walking back to your bedroom, you think quietly to yourself, frustrated at the way John looks at himself, sure, he was a little heavier than you, but you found it adorable! You began pacing back and forth as you thought, chewing on your bottom lip, a habit you picked up from John that would surely have your older brother shaking his head. Suddenly, though, you had an idea. Reaching into the box on the top shelf of your closet, you pulled out your old instant photo camera, hanging iy safely by the strap around your neck as you flashstepped out of the room, waiting for John.
When your boyfriend finally left the bathroom, clad in just his boxers, you followed him back to your bedroom, camera in hand. He hadn't noticed you yet, and for that you were thankful. When he heard the first click, however, he turned, giving you a mix of a shocked and horrified look. "Dave, what are you doing?" He asked it with a forced calm voice, and you just rolled your eyes, moving your shades to rest atop of your head. "Smile, Egbert."
Click.
"Dave, this isn't funny."
Rolling your eyes again, you stepped closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Click. The look on his face looked like one of confusion, and maybe a bit of anger, you had to get a picture of it. Click. You let the instant photo fall to the floor, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Click. Another picture tumbled to the floor as you held the camera to the side, already used to holding this angle from countless selfies. Leaning in for a sweet kiss, you caught him off guard, hoping you'd catch his reaction. Click. Another photo, another kiss, this one a little deeper than the last. Click. "Dave... Knock it off already..." You shook your head, taking another photo just to see his cheeks burn brighter. Click. "But damn, John, how can I not document this incredible amount of sexy?" Click. "It's not sexy, Dave... Fat isn't sexy..." It practically broke your heart when he mumbled those words against your lips, so you just kissed him harder, moving your free hand down to rub soft circles on his stomach. Click. "John." You let the camera fall back around your neck, gently pushing him onto your shared bed. "You aren't fat, babe." He frowned up at you, opening your mouth to complain, instead, you took this as an opportunity to lean in, kissing him softly as you coaxed him into leaning back.
Click. You pulled away, smiling lightly at the pout you recieved. Snapping another picture, you leaned back down, pressing a small trail of kisses to his neck. You bit down softly, smiling widely at the gasp you recieved. Suckling lightly on the skin between your teeth, you pulled back to view the hickey you had left.
Click.
You gently pushed the photos that had fallen onto his chest to the floor, propping yourself up with one arm as you hovered over him, taking another photo, you watched it gracefully tumble onto his chest before brushing it aside, quirking a brow upwards in question. It took him a moment, but John finally caught on, and sighed before smiling. Click. He continued to smile, and you continued to take photos, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips.
Click, click click cli- You ran out of film... Shit.
John just smiled, and you set the camera aside, cuddling up to your dork of a boyfriend as you traced patterns on his stomach, stating all of the things you loved about him.
Later that night, he came up to you, a few photos in hand.
The only photos John had liked, were the ones that involved the both of you.
His absolute favorite one, was the first one of the two of you kissing.