AN: Level of procrastination - found a hard drive with ANCIENT WIPs on it, and trying to corral all my writing. Also, this might have been on LJ, but didn't make it over here. Professor!verse (early days, VxK).
Camera Phone
"Hold it."
"What are you talking about?"
"Stay still – I want to get my phone."
"What are you talking about?"
"You. I want your picture."
"I do not—"
"Really?"
She sounds so hopeful and devastated at the same time, he can't imagine turning down her request. Hastily pulling the sheet up to his hips, he says, "Fine. You can take one picture. Although I don't know why you'd want to – clearly you have all the beauty in this relationship."
She grabs for her mobile and looks back to the bed. In the middle of the tangled sheets sits a very contented and handsome man. She wonders why he hides behind his sculptures when he could very easily be the subject of one. Who damaged him in his youth? Who tore down his self confidence? He's so talented and special – she feels a wave of fierce protection. In front of her, at his most vulnerable – literally and physically naked, she snaps a hasty picture.
"Let me see it."
The picture is blurry and a bit out of focus, but she'll treasure the image – knowing it was the moment she fell in love with the man in it.