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No buying houses, but establishing identities, scoping out what we can rent.

[ It would be very nice if they could start making a place for themselves and their new identities. Yes, owning something is good, too, but then you have to pass it to your own kin, who is you, and that gets messy.

He keeps twining his fingers in his hair, tugging him in for a kiss. ]Maybe I should fetch coffee in the morning to soften Andy's mind?

I bet our new friend could make us identities.

[ That would normally be Booker's job but... they'll have to trust Copley instead which Joe isn't sold on either. They can find the property and Copley can make them the identities to rent it. ]

Mm, make her favorite breakfast too. [ He leans into the kiss, gently sliding his tongue along his lips. ] She can't say no then.

Do I get to pick for you and you for me? I like it when we give each other new identities.

[ It would be nice, too, if they were going to settle at some point, if they could establish themselves as a married couple. Nicky hates when they find a place to live and end up having to play at very good friends.

Nicky yanks Joe on top of him, rolling onto his back, humming into the kiss as he slides his knee between Joe's legs. ]

I should start to clean up, if I'm going to do all this tomorrow.

As long as we're married. [ He's reading Nicky's mind. Or Nicky's reading his. ] The 'friends on vacation' is annoying when I want to kiss you constantly.

[ Speaking of kissing, they should do more of that. Joe kisses him over and over while he settles his weight on top of him. ]

Hmm, you're right. My thighs are starting to stick together. [ One more kiss though before he rolls away and gets to his feet. ] Come on, love. I'll help you tomorrow. Do you think we have what I need to make Turkish coffee?

If we are going to spend weeks there, and maybe years later down the line, we are absolutely being married.

[ In Nicky's opinion, he refuses to do anything other than missions where they're not. Pushing up from the bed, he reaches out to steal Joe's hand to help himself up, kissing him as he crawls to his feet, still wiping at his face with all that stickiness still there. ]

You know what name I really like? [ He grins as he looks over his shoulder, on his way to the bathroom. ] Nicky Al-Kaysani. I think it has a real ring to it.

[ Maybe he could dig out his actual rings, too. ]

We should have everything we need, so long as she hasn't drank it already.

Please, Nicolo Al-Kaysani. [ It's rare they use their actual names and actual identities but it's been a few hundred years. They should be able to do it.

Joe takes a moment to admire Nicky as he walks. That ass is perfection. Not even the statue of David could match it's splendor. So he reaches out and gives it a playful smack. ] I demand wedding rings.

Hopefully she hasn't. You know she never uses enough sugar. [ He's very picky about Turkish coffee. ]

[ Nicky actually shivers for the way that sounds. He's not sure he's ever heard the two put together, but it sounds better than thinking about it. He stops at the smack, but not to protest. Instead, to wrap both arms around Joe's neck and tug him in for a kiss so he can march them to the shower together, speaking in between kisses. ]

I will find the rings, I think they were in a safe near here.

[ He delights in the kisses, giving a needy sound as he claws at the bathroom doorknob, giving Joe a nudge inside. ]

I know, and I know you are as bitter as the coffe about it.

[ Joe stumbles a little and crashes into Nicky but he's delighted by the whole thing. He wraps an arm around Nicky's waist to steady himself. ]

If you can't find them I'll propose again. Our vacation spot can be our honeymoon. [ Why not get married again? Why not honeymoon again? He's just as much in love as the first time so why not do it again? ]

Coffee is scared. Don't you dare tell me otherwise. [ He reaches back to turn on the shower. ]

[ Nicky makes sure to lock the bathroom door so no one can sneak in and disturb them, because it would be very bad if their private time was cut short. He shifts and perches on the edge of the tub as he considers Joe. ]

Maybe it would not be so bad to have new rings anyway.

[ And not just because he'll never say no to another proposal from Joe. ] And I know. I know you have very strong opinions on coffee. [ Which Nicky shares, so he can't really speak. ]

[ It's a miracle Andy hasn't come to pound on their door and tell them to shut up. ]

If you want a new ring say the word and I'll find you a new one. [ He does like the look of some high fashion men's engagement rings. ]

Starbucks is a scourge on the earth. A plague of high priced crap. [ He adjusts the water to a comfortable hot checking with his hand occasionally to make sure it's not too hot. ]

[Maybe Andy also knows how unsettled Nicky has been and this is his one-time reprieve. He doubts she will be so magnanimous for very long, so he should take advantage of it while he can.]

Then by all means, Yusuf, please buy me a new ring. And yourself at the same time.

[He reaches out for Joe's hand to press kisses to the two rings he already has, murmuring agreement about Starbucks without words, but then, they were there for the dawn of Turkish coffee. Nothing else will compare.]

One day, humanity will invent something new that is even more awful, I'm sure.

I almost want to delay our date so I can propose to you in public. [ Because he loves public declarations of love. He wants the whole world to know just how much he loves Nicolo. ] But we'll just have another date.

[ He tenderly brushes his fingers against Nicky's cheek. His heart really is the sweetest man to ever walk the earth. ]

And you'll be very patient listening to me complain. [ He gently tugs Nicky to his feet and nudges him into the shower when the water temperature is right. It'll be a tight fit which just means they get to press very close together. ]

Such a hardship, to date you more than once.

[He beams at him as he pushes to his feet once the water seems warm enough, noticing just how tight it will be. He's alight for it, though, and steps in to wrap his arms around Joe's waist, letting the water get his hair stuck to his forehead as it sluices over him and starts cleaning him off.]

Of course, with phones these days, we might have to be careful how public. People might videotape it and put it on the internet. You are very romantic and persuasive.

[He sighs for the warm water on his muscles, turning them to put Joe in the line of the water, digging his fingers into Joe's shoulders to massage them.]

I know I ask for a lot.

[ Joe spends a minute letting his eyes water over Nicky while water cascades down his body. It is... very tempting. ]

Part of me wants that. I want some lonely, confused young man to see it and have hope he can have the same future. [ He groans loudly. ] Yes, Nico, right there.

[ Definitely going to be heard by the team but damn, Nicky's hands are magic. ] But it can be a little more private.

[Nicky's shoulders have relaxed, calm as anything now that he's had a little time. He keeps digging his fingers into Joe's shoulders, sliding his palm up his neck to cup his cheek, still in awe that he'd managed to figure this out and get this man.]

Maybe if Copley would remove it in a year or two, we could let it leak.

[Nicky would like some mementos of the special moments, even if he already knows he will cry when Joe proposes. He always does.]

Hm. You did say you wanted more photos.

[ Joe rests his forehead against Nicky's and closes his eyes to better enjoy his touch. ]

Let me propose. We'll see if anyone even bothers to film it. [ They will both cry. Joe somehow manages to hold back until after the proposal is done usually. ] People might not bother. Or we can get Nile to do it? She's good with a phone.

I do want more photos, especially ones of you. And us together. I see couples doing this all the time, and wouldn't it be nice to have something of the two of us to carry around?

[Not that he ever intends to be parted from Joe, but he'd still like to have it.

He reaches for the soap to add it into his ministrations, soaking up Joe's body to get him plenty wet, humming softly as he bends a little to get at Joe's thighs.]

Or we leave it to chance and you keep proposing until it does happen.

I think if we're careful and protect the photos we can take more of them.

[ There had to be some modern way to make sure no one saw those photos but them. He'll ask Copley.

Joe braces a hand against the wall and lets Nicky get to work. ]

Then I want to go to the Uffizi gallery and see if they have the painting of you still hanging up. I'll propose to you there.

Maybe Nile could use a burner phone and take pictures of us together. We deserve some, if only so I can use it on the background of my phones now.

[There are times when he likes having Joe to look at, even if the ways he wants to look at him are very much not fit for others to see. He slides his soaped hands over Joe's perfect pectoral muscles, humming with satisfaction for how good he looks.

And then, a grin, reminded of that painting.]

I like that painting. It has my nose right.

I think most burner phones aren't smart enough for pictures but we'll see.

[ They occasionally end up separated from each other for work. Sometimes just for errands. It would be nice to have something though. To be more normal as a couple. ]

People do not appreciate your nose like they should. [ He leans in and kisses the tip of his lovely nose. Never mind that it took Joe a few decades to get it right as well. ]

There is always the option of a real photoshoot with a proper camera, or we could buy a Polaroid? No evidence but the ones we keep.

[He bends to get more soap on his hands, laughing at the kiss to his nose. Where he is, he feels very comfortable groping Joe's ass, giving it a nice squeeze as he pulls him in.]

You appreciate it enough for whole countries, and that is enough for me.

Hmm. A Polaroid.

[ He likes that idea for their vacation. Joe will make sure to get one before they go and plenty of film. ]

It's beautiful like the rest of you. [ If Nicky's not careful he's going to start another round in the shower. Joe slides his hands down his sides and resists the urge to pin him against the wall.

For now. ]

A Polaroid and almost two months alone.

[Nicky is grinning at the possibilities, thinking about every last one of them as he trades soap for shampoo, but this time presses it into Joe's hands so he can clean Nicky's messy hair.]

So you will propose at the Uffizi, and I will propose in Tuscany, maybe atop a hilltop town that we passed through in the early days, where we can have good food and wine waiting for us.

Oh, the pictures I will take of you...

[ The look in Joe's eyes promises many of those pictures will not be fit for young eyes. ]

I think Madrid would make a nice backdrop to a proposal. São Paulo. [ He massages the shampoo into Nicky's hair, working his fingers against his scalp firmly. ] Where haven't I proposed to you, yet?

Pictures that I will very eagerly pose for.

[He knows exactly how to make a sheet pool at his hips for the right effect, and the smile on his face says he knows it and he's plenty smug about it.]

Australia. I think we are missing Madagascar. I never hate to be proposed to again in Tunisia or Jerusalem. [He gives a soft moan at Joe's fingers against his scalp.] Yes, there, harder.