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"Just one more."
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"Eddie. Baby."
"Yes?" Your boyfriend popped out from behind his Polaroid camera, his brown eyes all wide like a puppy dog.
"You said 'one more' last time," you told him, and Eddie could only smile. You were right, after all; Eddie had been taking pictures of you for what felt like hours.
"I have to make sure I'm getting good ones," Eddie told you. He readjusted his stance next to you, flashing another picture, and he retrieved the picture as it slid out the front of the camera. "I'm gonna put the best one in my wallet."
"Ugh," you groaned, scrunching your nose. "Why?"
"Because!" Eddie exclaimed. "I wanna be able to whip out a picture of you and show everyone how gorgeous my woman is!"
You rolled your eyes dramatically, and you swiped up the dice that sat on Eddie's floor. At first, you had just been helping him get ready for a meeting of the Hellfire Club that night, helping him check that he had his binder and books and the necessary bits and pieces that it took to make a D&D campaign work, but, somewhere along the way, Eddie had grabbed his camera and started snapping pictures of you, abandoning his work from before.
"Let me see," you told him, putting your hand out so he could give you one of the pictures, and Eddie grabbed one of the ones that had already developed and handed it to you.
It was a nice picture, you had to admit. You sat on his floor, no pants, wearing one of his shirts. It was big on you and pulled over your shoulder, and the flash had highlighted your bare shoulder. Your hair had fallen into your face in the picture, blocking your eyes, but the curve of your nose and mouth had managed to persist. You were smiling, laughing at something dumb that Eddie had said, your hand outstretched to gather up the itty bitty golf pencil Eddie had in his kit.
