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Poison moves, turning to meet the kiss. His mouth slides until they're more lined up, taking a moment to taste before lifting his head again. "See? You are totally capable of cuddle sex," he teases, still a bit breathless.

"That was probably so fucking good," says Jack, leaning into the kiss. "I need to change the bed, but I'll worry about that in a minute."

Poison rolls his eyes. "Should probably just wait until we're done consummating," he laughs.

Jack huffs a laugh, squeezing Poison's ass fondly.

"You don't feel done?"

"I remember someone, can't remember who it was, saying something about being in bed all day." He grins at Jack, moving towards him with that squeeze. He kisses him sweetly.

"But I'll help you strip the bed if you want."

Jack shakes his head, holding on. "It's still pretty early. We can hang out here and strip it right before we go get lunch?"

He's monopolising Poison's day, he knows. He doesn't give a shit.

"Mmhm... what are you thinking for lunch? We should probably get fresh air again eventually." Poison is not complaining about where he's spending his day. He'll text Dee in a little bit, just to let her know he's gonna be with Jack today.

"We could do to the cafe in the Zen Center?" Asks Jack. "Or that ice-cream place we went to on our first date does burgers and fast food stuff."

"You're just trying to get me there to meditate," he quips. But he smiles and kisses Jack's shoulder. "As nice as the cafe sounds, I gotta lean toward the burger place. I remember they had vegetarian options, too."

"I can get you meditating here if I'm that desperate," points out Jack, grinning. "Hey. Want me to show you some yoga? I'll teach you how to do a headstand."

"I think handstands are a little advanced right now, when you're talking to someone that's pretty much only good at child's pose." That is maybe a little bit of an exaggeration - he does do some yoga, especially with Jack, and he's getting better.

"You know more than that," says Jack, rolling his eyes. "And you've got pretty decent balance. I bet I could teach you."

"I bet you could. But if I'm gonna be upside down it'll be because my head is off the edge of the bed so you can fuck my throat," he quips.

"You've got a one track mind," says Jack, swatting at Poison's ass.

Poison snickers and swats back at Jack. "Whatever, I was just trying to give you a scenario in which I would be upside down. There aren't many."

"I'm gonna tie you down and make you want me do yoga in a minute," teases Jack. "Work up a sweat before lunch."

"I thought you weren't supposed to sweat during yoga, unless it's hot hoga," he says, lifting an eyebrow.

"Didn't say it was me that was going to be working up a sweat, boo," says Jack, grinning sunnily, pushing his hair back from his face.

He kind of loves it when Jack gives him shit. "I mean, if you really feel the need to do yoga, I could just like... lay on your mat or whatever until you're done."

"I think I like the idea of working you up more than that," says Jack, grinning.

Poison rolls his eyes. "Yeah but then I'd be all bitchy and sulky during lunch."

"Not if I blow you before I change the sheets," he says, still grinning, not moving to put any of this into action.

Poison rolls his eyes. "You're talking an awful big game, Jack Vincent. I'd call your bluff but I'm not sure I'm feeling being tied down just now."

Jack laughs at that, leaning in to press a kiss against Poison's collarbone.

"Spoil-sport."

"The worse," he agrees solemnly. Then he smiles and hugs Jack's head against him. He wants this mood to last forever. He never thought he'd feel t again.