042. Breakfast
"Sirius, come on, it's too early for--"
Sirius laughs, clutching Remus's prized camera to his chest and dancing just out of Remus's reach. Remus sighs loudly, applying himself once again to his coffee and breakfast while keeping a wary eye on the camera lens.
Click. Remus's unbrushed bed-hair, sticking up in a particularly interesting way. Click. A close-up of Remus's hand, covered in crumbs and clutching a piece of toast.
"You're wasting the film!" complains Remus, glaring. Click. "Oh, come on, you know I hate having my picture taken."
Sirius grins at the crease of a pillow on Remus's cheek. Click. "You need some photos of yourself," Sirius reasons, his smile more gentle now. "Besides, no one else is going to see them. They can just go into the box under your bed, and we'll pull them out when we're eighty-nine and sigh about how we used to have teeth and hair."
Remus has a smudge of marmalade at the corner of his mouth. Click.
"Stop!" Remus exclaims, but he's smiling now. He ducks his head, his cheeks pink in the dusty light streaming in through the window. "That's enough."
"One more." Sirius moves to Remus's side, stretching the camera out as far as possible. Remus laughs softly, and Sirius presses his lips to Remus's cheek in a sloppy kiss and--
Click.
a/n: i need to start writing again, so this will be 50 unrelated drabbles/one-shots based on a prompt table from another site. please, please, please review! xo