Disclamer: Nothing belongs to me. No rights to these characters or anything. I own some clothes and the ingredients to a few cheese toasties but as far as this is concerned I am possession-free. Enjoy!
(A/N: This is the first sort-of drabble I've ever written – it just came to me. I can't tell if it can be best described as depressing or bittersweet. Either way, tell me if you read it and you want to read more, or it made you cry, or whatever.)
"How would you like something different tonight?"
"Ooh, kinky. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, how would you like my hair?"
"Oh, like – no, I wouldn't want to change you, you're perfect."
"Remus, this is my blank canvas! What's the point of being a metamorphagus if I can't experiment for you?"
"Ok… dark, I suppose."
"Like this?"
"…No. Darker. And a little longer. No, not that long, just… yes, a little shorter again – perfect."
"…Oh. Perfect?"
"Well. Yeah, it's a good length. Why?"
"Never mind. How about my eyes?"
"Don't change your eyes, they're amazing. They're you."
"Me. Sure. Anything else?"
"No. I love you the way you are, don't make me change anything…"
"Ok, fine, I was just trying to liven things up, forget it…"
"Wait, I didn't mean to… maybe a little… taller?"
"How much?"
"Just… do it, and I'll stop you… there…"
"You know, you could just say 'like Sirius'."
"Wh-what?"
"…God, Remus, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like –"
"I wasn't trying to – "
"I know. I know you weren't trying to –"
"Look, maybe I shouldn't, however you do it will be –"
"Sure. I'm really sorry."
"No, don't be."
"Love you."
'Yeah."