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They were staying in their Paris apartment with access to the roof. The roof had a small walkway, which was perfect for sword practice. And as usual, they did their sword practice just before dawn, hoping the neighbours wouldn't notice them.
Nicky gently hit Joe's leg with his long sword before he once again regained his balance. That was one of their agreements when practising on the small walkway: only use the broad side of their swords. Another agreement they had was that the loser would make breakfast. All it took to win their fight was twenty points.
"Only five points more, and you'll be making breakfast," Nicky said. "I'm thinking of frittata, pancakes and figs."
Nicky gave Joe a smile that almost made Joe want to give up the fight without complaint, but again his pride as a worrier told him not to give up the fight, because the next one he would be fighting would not be Nicky.
"Not today," Joe replied. "Today, you're having croissants and blueberries."
They both swung their swords.
"Do you remember.." Nicky asked. "When we started to use swords to determine who should make breakfast?"
"As I recall it," Joe replied. "It happened when you suggested combining the breakfast discussion with the sword practising because if we did that, we could spend the remaining day in bed with a clear conscience."
"And since you aren't complaining about it," Nicky replied. "I guess you thought it was a brilliant idea."
"I still do," Joe replied. "Ready for the last round? Dawn is near."
"Yes," Nicky replied. "Let's do this."
They resumed their positions again before they started another round. Joe used a smooth move, throwing Nicky over his shoulders before catching him, so he wouldn't fall off the roof, hitting him on the elbow with his scimitar before pulling him up.
"Are you okay?" Joe asked to check if Nicky had sustained any damage after the last move. Nicky nodded. "Two points more, and we are having croissants."
Because Joe still had a grip on Nicky's shirt, Nicky pulled Joe in for a kiss before he tapped Joe on the head with his long sword.
"You're wrong, Mi Amore," Nicky said as he put back his long sword in its scabbard. "We're having what I want for breakfast."
Joe lay down on the small walkway to catch his breath for a moment.
"I would like to point out," Joe said. "You won by cheating."
"No," Nicky replied. "You lost the fight because you got distracted when I kissed you."
"Hmm, okay, I admit it. I got distracted," Joe replied. "But you're the best kind of distraction there is, Babe, so I'm more than happy to lose to you."
Nicky offered Joe a hand, which he took, before Nicky pulled him to his feet. They merged their fingers together before kissing.
"Come on then," Joe said as they started to walk back to their flat. "Let's have breakfast before we meet up with the rest in a couple of hours."
Nicky stopped at the door leading into their flat and looked over his shoulder at Joe with glee in his eyes.
"If you don't burn breakfast today," Nicky said as he opened the door. "We'll have time for more than breakfast."
"Have I ever told you that I love the way you think?" Joe asked with a smirk. "You find the bed, and I'll serve you more than breakfast."