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Maybe. Perhaps there is something Copley can do for us. [ He would like to see the houses in person. It's the only way to truly judge the light quality. ] I would like to see them.

[ He laughs at Nicky's suggestion but it's not one he's upset about. ]

We would need a big bed as well. To better to soak up the sun while we lie around naked together.

We should make Copley fly out here and be our proxy. Wear a camera, so we can see what he sees.

[ It would only be fair, after what Copley put them through, if he's honest. ]

One big king sized bed with silk sheets. That way, your hair does not frizz in the humidity.

I don't want Copley to see our place before we do.

[ He's pouting a little over that idea. Copley will 'taint' the place which is a stupid thought to have but that's the thought he has. ]

Nicky, my hair always frizzes in the humidity. The silk will only reduce the frizz. I could shave it...

[ Nicky's eyes widen in alarm, all thoughts of the house evaporating as he latches both hands into Joe's hair, his brows furrowed. ]

No.

[ It's firm, an order. ] You are not shaving a single hair off this head, I mourn your curls when they are gone.

[ He laughs at Nicky's passionate response. ]

I know you love my curls but that is quite the response. Does this mean I can't shave my beard either?

[ It would be tragic when he had to for the next identity. ]

[ Nicky is going to be bereft. ] How would you like it if I shaved my head? [ He doesn't think it would go over so well, which is what he wants Joe to think about. He reaches up to give the beard a tug, leaning up to kiss him. ]

I could live with you being clean-shaven, but to lose your curls would truly break my heart.

[ He sighs, knowing that it will have to happen. ] I suppose if I grow my hair, you might have to shave yours, when we need to disappear again.

You'd still be the most beautiful man I've ever seen. [ Joe nuzzles Nicky's cheek. ]

Don't worry, my love, I'll have the curls for awhile longer. And perhaps I won't shave my head just cut them very short. A nice trim.

[ He rubbed his hands down Nicky's back trying to comfort him for the loss in the future. ]

[ Nicky snorts. ] If you say that, then I will have to call you the blindest man I've come into contact with. [ He knows when he looks good, sometimes, and he knows that when he has no hair, it is not one of those times.

To sate his need to feel them, he keeps petting the curls, trying to reassure himself that they're not gone, not yet. ]

I could live with a trim, so long as I can still let them fall around my fingers.

[ Joe cups his face in his hands and draws him in for a heavy kiss. ] You are always beautiful to me. No matter what. Even when you were an unwashed barbarian full of spite.

[ Not even Nicky can convince him that he looks bad. That's impossible. He makes terrible fashion choices and Joe still finds him attractive. ]

Would you like to give me that trim? To make sure that it is to your liking?

[ Nicky is happy to kiss Joe, even if he is absolutely wrong about some things, namely what it is that Nicky looks good in. ] When I was an unwashed barbarian full of spite, I at least had nice long hair and a handsome moustache.

[ He shifts until he can slide into a straddle over Joe's body, casually leaning his forearms against his chest as he moves his fingers back into his hair. ]

I do not trust anyone else, so yes. I would like to keep it nice and short, but still curled enough that I can pull on it.

The long hair did help your appear somewhat. [ The unwashed part was very hard to get past. He didn't understand why the Franks didn't like regular bathing. He was very glad to introduce Nicky to the practice. ]

Oh yes, definitely needs to be long enough for that. [ He rubs his hands along Nicky's lovely thighs. ] I like that sensation a lot.

[ Nicky reaches up to give his own hair a light tug. ]

Maybe I will grow it to my shoulders again. I have seen modern men tie it up in buns and ponytails, maybe I would like to do that with mine. [ He gives it another ruffle and shake, smiling brightly as he bears in to kiss Joe again, giving that hair another tug to yank him higher into the kiss. ]

We can shave the beard, if only because I like the way it feels to kiss you when you are growing it back in.

Mmm, yes, do that please. [ Joe pushes up on one arm and kisses him deeply. More like that and he would be ready for round three. ]

You get all the enjoyment of stubble without any of the lingering irritation. [ He rubs his beard against Nicky's neck to make his point. ]

You can stick your pens and pencils in the knot, so I am like a pincushion for your supplies. [ He's grinning as he leans in to kiss Joe, cupping his cheek so he can't go anywhere, sliding back to let Joe rub against him like a cat.

Just as Joe said, it goes red, then fades. ]

What if, when you shave yours, I grow mine? It has been some time since we were reversed in this.

You are going to hide knives in it. [ A paintbrush would be cute but Joe knew his love. Nicky would arm himself. ] Very sexy of you.

That would be good. All my beard conditioner wouldn't go to waste then. And I quite like the look of you shaggy.

[ Yes, Nicky is going to hide all kinds of beautiful knives in there and he will make it look very good. ] He's going to enjoy it. You would think that. Wait until I kill a man, then you will really enjoy it.

[ Nicky snorts as he thinks of himself that way, which he truly hasn't looked like in ages. ]

Maybe you will need to find a Polaroid, so we are able to remember this look. I think it has been nine centuries since I truly wore it.

You are beautiful on the battlefield. I can't resist you when you are in full protective fury. [ Joe is conditioned to find Nicky with bladed weapons incredibly sexy and almost indescribably beautiful. ]

You were trying to distance yourself from the first time you wore that look. [ He nibbled along Nicky's clean shaven jaw. ] Mmm, we must have left a Polaroid in a safe house somewhere. The real question will be film... do we have any?

I will find some beautifully carved knives and put them in my hair, and then enjoy every moment of you being so utterly drawn to me.

[ And he will enjoy every single second of it.

He smirks as he thinks about that first time, snorting as Joe kisses his jaw, which will only last for so long if he's going to grow it out. ] I am sure we can get Copley to order it from a vintage shop, no? I would like some proof of how dastardly and dashing I look, as an invader again.

Like I am not already pulled like a magnet to you.

[ Joe will love helping Nicky put them in his hair.

He will have to enjoy the nice, clear skin while he can then. He keeps kissing and nipping at soft, warm skin that smells of sweat, sex, and Nicky. ] Cellphones have cameras now as well. We can take pictures with your phone. Or mine.

[ Nicky had said he wanted more pictures of them together. They could do that. ] Unless you want a physical picture to hold on to?

[ Nicky is holding back squirming and gentle laughing as Joe keeps kissing his smooth skin, which feels so very good. He doesn't want him to stop, not at all, and his eyes burn with that need. ]

I want a physical picture to put in my bag with my gun. In my wallet. I want it on my phone as a background.

[ He wants pictures of them everywhere, that's the point. ]

Then you'll have all the pictures you could want.

[ Even though pictures are a risk Joe wants Nicky to have them. They can be a reminder of their love for each other and proof that he is still with him.

He shifts so Nicky is more settled in his lap and he can reach more skin to kiss and touch. ]

A few private pictures for just us as well, right? [ He grinned playfully. ] Your beauty should be committed to every medium.

[ Nicky settles his legs to drape them around the small of Joe's back, sitting comfortably as he stares down at Joe serenely. ] I thought all the pictures were going to be just for me.

You know. [ He leans in and presses a kiss to Joe's shoulder. ] No one will know who it is, if the pictures are only of a man's body and not his face.

[ He slides his fingers up Joe's back, snorting again at the thought of littering books and journals with filthy pictures. He loves the idea, if he's honest ]. I would like sketches and pictures, please.

But I want to see your beautiful face.

[ He slides a hand between them, wraps it around both their cocks and strokes them slowly together. ]

The pictures are for us to enjoy. Things we can share together when we're alone to remember passionate moments. [ He kissed Nicky deeply. ] I want to see you at your most passionate, your most tempting.

[ Nicky snorts because he knows what 'most passionate' and 'most tempting' means. ]

You mean, at my most naked.

[ Nicky lets out a hiss, because he might be immortal and heal, but he knows that even they are risking chafing by doing so much right now. He's not about to tell Joe to stop, though. ]

Polaroids. I like the idea of pinning them to our fridge or leaving them in your gun case, or stuck within your journals.

Yes. [ Joe will admit to wanting pictures of his husband naked. Who wouldn't? Nicky is stunning. ]

I'm sure we can find a polaroid camera for you while we're here. [ He keeps his touch light, more teasing and comforting that overtly sexual. ] You can take some pictures while we're on vacation.

[ Joe's smile is a little more teasing. ] And I'll take pictures for a private collection.