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[ Nicky is smiling, because he is beyond grateful that Joe had not been pressured into anything that he might then have needed to walk away from. He slides his fingers from Joe's hands to bend and stroke his cheek. ]

And? Were you suitably wealthy and done with travel when you met me? Or did it take all those years before you first wed me for you to feel comfortable with your means?

[ His eyes soften, knowing that they speak of destiny because of how firmly Nicky holds to it. ]

I learned that money and travel were all pointless. [ He turns his head and presses a kiss to his palm. ] It meant nothing when I had you. You were all I needed.

[ He smirks. ] Well, once I had fallen for you. Before I think we were too mad at each other.

I was furious with you. [ In Italian, in case anyone is listening. ] You would not stay dead, and every time you rose from death, you seemed more handsome than before. I should have known I was falling in love with you.

[ He drags his nails over Joe's beard, scratching firmly. ]

A shame, really. Maybe I would have liked the finery, once I gave up the priesthood.

[ Very old Italian to doubly make sure no one understands them well even if they know Italian. ] Remember the beard you had? And long hair. You looked wild and unstoppable even though I had killed you. Passionate.

[ He leans into the scratching even though he takes good care of it, it still feels nice. ] I will buy you all the gold and silk you could want, love. Simply say the word.

I think the passion was helped by the wild and frantic look in my eyes when you returned to life and I thought to myself I would have to fuck you to keep you in the ground.

[ Such ungodly thoughts for a priest, but not for a warrior.

He grins as he scratches again. ] Buy me silk finery, and I will wear only what you buy to bed.

We were both such brutes. [ Joe could spend all of lunch like this letting Nicky play with his hair and scratch his beard. ] Much better men after we loved each other instead.

[ Sadly, he has to sit back a bit when the waitress brings their food over. He picks up an olive and presses it against Nicky's lips. ] You keep making these promises and will have to ravish you.

You improved me endlessly.

[ It's true, and not only in love, but in language and art and culture and kindness. He would not be as kind, he knows, if not for Joe.

He turns some of that brightness towards the waitress in thanks, as his jaw goes slack and his lips part to let the olive in, murmuring a sound of gratitude for how good it tastes ]. If you are going to adorn me in sheer silks, I would be disappointed if you didn't. I'll buy the gold for you, and that will be all you wear.

[ Joe almost forces himself to focus on lunch instead of simply wasting the afternoon feeding Nicky by hand. He needs to eat to keep his energy up for later. ]

Silks and gold. Quite a shopping list we've made for ourselves. [ He's definitely going to get Nicky some silk scarves to wear. ] I think something indigo to bring out your eyes. That color looks very good on you.

[ Nicky leans forward to start cutting the sandwich in half, popping another olive into his mouth as he hands the sandwich to Joe, grinning as he looks down at himself, tapping the side of his hip where Joe can barely see. ]

Right here? Draped over me in the old Roman ways, like a toga? Or will it be less fabric than that?

Somewhere between a toga and that swimsuit you like me to wear.

[ Modest enough for when they're alone but it would leave nothing to the imagination. ]

And we'll drape it different ways, I'll sketch a little, and decide what I like best. [ He winks at him before taking a bite. ] Mm, very good.

[ Nicky's smile is sly and smug and small, but Joe will be able to see just how much he likes that idea and intends to truly make the look work. ]

Oh, well, if it is for your sketches, then I will wear nothing at all and a gold chain. [ Lucky that he's slipped into old Italian for that. He's drawn to the way Joe's mouth moves, his jaw, and all the saints above, the way he swallows.

Nicky closes his eyes and offers up a prayer for patience, squirming a little as he slides his foot against Joe's. ]

That sounds better than this food tastes. [ And it's very good food.

He can practically feel Nicky's impatience radiating off of him. Joe cannot wait until they are truly alone and all their passion can be unleashed. ] While we're on the ferry I'll see if Copley has made arraignments for us. If not, I'll find a hotel.

[ And then as soon as they're alone, make love for hours. Joe feels the same need tugging at him. ]

[ Nicky's smile blossoms at the thought of them together, in silks and golds and nothing else, of Joe's sketchbook, and maybe better wine in Malta. He hungers for it, an ache that can't be met by anything until they have it. ]

We should book a hotel regardless. There is something I love about the idea of being two lovers, anonymous, in a penthouse.

[ Because yes, it must be a penthouse. ]

And we can stop by the market on the way for silks.

You are so enamored with this idea.

[ He wipes his hands on the napkin in his lap so he can run his fingers through Nicky's hair. ]

Find a hotel to your liking and book us a room then. [ His voice is warm and full of promise. He will meet all the demands of Nicky's imagination and more. ]

I have fallen in love with the idea of being draped in finery and tortured by the softness of it while you sketch me, until I am begging for you to take me apart.

[ Maybe it won't even take a little swimsuit.

He finishes another olive and sips his wine as he turns his head into Joe's touch, digging out the burner phone with internet. ] King sized bed, a balcony, and a large tub. These are my demands.

Oh, you are in the mood for something special. [ And he knows that once Nicky has a plan he will see it through. Joe is very much looking forward to this night.

He inches his chair closer to Nicky's to look over his shoulder as he browses through hotels. Occasionally, he offers a little bit of food for Nicky to eat from his fingers. ] Hmm, that looks like a nice one.

I am in the mood for you.

[ He says it softly, and waits until Joe is right by him to share his thoughts, his need and his love naked on the expression on his face, utterly besotted and taken with the man before him.

He stops when Joe points one out, sliding his tongue over Joe's fingers at the olive he's been fed. ] This one? It has vaulted ceilings and...

[ He grins. ]

A honeymoon package.

Ooh, a honeymoon package. [ Joe nuzzles Nicky's hair. ] Get that one. I did get you a new ring.

[ That should also get them some champagne and maybe some other treats. ]

I'll see if I can find a fabric store for that silk. [ He drapes his arm across the back of Nicky's chair and gets his phone out to look while he sips wine and snacks. ]

[ Maybe Nicky should feel bad about how many honeymoon packages they've fleeced out of hotels, but he really does like the rose petals and the champagne and all the 'congratulations to you and your husband' comments. He books the room, digging out one of the credits cards that matches his passport.

He leans over to absently kiss Joe's cheek as he works, sipping wine in the meantime, fixated on the work. ]

And what colour will you adorn me in? Will you have pencils to match the shade?

I brought enough colors to match whatever we find. In my head I picture the colors of dusk, blues and purples. If we can't find that something rose and lilac. A sunset.

[ They are treated so nicely when they get those packages. Joe enjoys it too. ]

It shouldn't be too hard to find something you'll look beautiful in. You look beautiful in almost everything.

[ Nicky's smile turns dazed and romantic, if not a little stupid, but then, that's what Joe does to him. He breathes out with delight, a soft exhalation as he slides his fingers under the table, squeezing Joe's knee and brushing up it. ]

I do not think that is what you said in the 1980's when I took to neon fashions.

[ Joe glared at him, he remembers distinctly. ]

[ He groans. The 80's. What a cursed era. ]

It's not your fault fashion designers were stupid. It looked bad on everyone but no one listened to me.

[ It's the artist in him. Those colors made almost everyone look pale and jaundice. ]

It just encouraged me to get the clothes off you ever faster.

[ And yet, here Nicky sits in a light-wash denim jacket that fits a little too baggy. It's not all the fault of the 1980's, not when Nicky is equally responsible for the poor choices.

With one last click, he books the honeymoon suite, heart pounding as he beams at Joe. ]

I'm sorry to tell you this. [ It's a very serious mocking. ] You will not have to act like a newlywed utterly in love with me.

[ Joe tries his best. He does but there's only so much he can do. He loves Nicky anyway. ]

Well, that's impossible. I am always utterly in love with you.

[ He looks over and it's there in his eyes and the way he leans slightly towards Nicky. Joe is still so deeply, so completely in love anyone could see it. ]

[ Nicky drifts in towards Joe, murmuring softly. ] I love you so dearly and so deeply. [ Then, a kiss, ignoring even the wine for Joe as he cups his cheek and feels his heart beat fast before his ability calms him. ]

Then we will fool then easily.

[ As if they haven't been married more times than people can celebrate some anniversaries. ]

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(apologies on the late tag, I never got this notif!)

i've been having that problem too. it's so weird.

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omg and my net just came back, what a day

oof my sympathies

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