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"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.

God, it's glorious, lying naked and tumbled together in sweaty sheets like this. He presses another kiss against Poison's warm skin.

Poison feels awesome. He smiles and nuzzles against Jack, stifling a yawn. "We could... nap a little while. Then shower. Then go foraging in the wilds of Darrow for food."

Jack nods, shifting until he can pull the sheets up. He pauses. "You want to get dressed?" He knows how Poison feels about being naked for long periods of time.

Poison shakes his head a little. "Just pull the blankets up." He settles against Jack, head tucked against his arm.

Jack pulls the blankets up over both of them and then shifts until he's pressed against Poison, arm slipping around his waist to tug him back into the cradle of his hips.

"Cosy?"

"Perfect." Poison settles in against Jack, happy to breathe him, feel him close. It doesn't take him long to doze off.

When he wakes again, the afternoon sun is filtering through Jack's window and Poison can't hep but smile. He rubs his hair a little, then twists to kiss Jack awake. "Baby... wake up or I'mma shower without you."

"What? No!" Jack shakes his head, eyes still closed and tightens his arm around Poison's waist. "Absolutely not happening."

Poison laughs and wriggles in Jack's grip. "I can't believe I'm the one advocating a shower," he huffs.

"I know," says Jack. "You, with your slightly dubious sense of personal hygiene. Jack grins and then he sits up, kissing Poison's cheek soundly before he pushes out of bed altogether, padding towards the bathroom.

Poison rolls his eyes and swats at Jack's ass before getting out of bed to follow him. Once the shower is going, he snuggles up against Jack like he means to fall asleep again.

Jack maneuvers them under the full flow of the shower and then leans back against the wall, his arms wrapped around Poison's waist. "Want me to wash your hair?"

"Mm, yes. Love it when you rub my head." He knows it sounds kind of dirty but he seriously means it - he loves it when Jack plays with his hair.

"Yeah, I know you do," says Jack, grinning as he leans, reaching for his shampoo. He pours some into his hand before he starts to lather Poison's hair.