Author's Note: Le gasp, another fic from the Psy. Slash, of course, Remus and Sirius. I swear, some day I will write something different. Dialogue only smut ahead, so if you're easily offended, shove of. Or... pretend they're doing something else. ... Like... eating.

As always, many thanks to Dar for giving me the confidence to actually show anyone anything I write 3

A Thousand Words

"Do you think the pictures of us ever have sex?"


"You know, when they slip out of the frame."


"Or maybe when we're not looking, right there in the picture."

"...Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"Well it would make sense, wouldn't it?"

"Unless it's a picture of us having sex, I wouldn't imagine so."

"Well maybe they do, like I said, when we're not looking."

"'Does the light stay on when you close the refrigerator door?'"


"Never mind."

"And you ask where I come up with this stuff."

"The point is, we'll probably never know. Unless we catch them at it."


"I think they do."

"And why's that?"

"Photograph-me wouldn't be able to resist photograph-you."


"Mm-hmm... just the two of us stuck in a photograph forever, no one else..."


"We'd be fucking like rabbits. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Moony?"

"God yes..."

"You like this, don't you, Moony?"


"I'll take that as an affirmative."

"Jesus Christ, Sirius, don't stop!"

"It'll only take a second... Have to be prepared..."

"For God's sake then, hurry up."

"You never were patient."



"All... All right, Remus?"

"Je ne pourrais pas être meilleur."

"You know I don't... don't understand you when you speak... French."

"Cela est l'idée.



"Didn't think I wouldn't take care of you... did you?"






"Oh God—"






"You liked that, didn't you, Moony?"

"I think its safe to say we both did."




"Love you."

"Love you too."



"Yes, Sirius?"

"I think our pictures do have sex."

"Heh... it would certainly explain why they're worth a thousand words."