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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.

Poison leans on him, apparently intent on being useless while Jack washes his hair. At some point he does blindly grab the soap, attempting, sort of, to wash Jack's torso, anyway.

Eventually, Jack nudges Poison's chin with the tips of his fingers, tipping his head back so he can rinse the suds out of his red, red hair.

"Feel better?"

"I felt fine before." He grins up at Jack and gets a kiss once his hair is clean. "Gonna go get dressed... don't be too long." He kisses Jack again, maybe squeezes his dick one time before making himself get out.

Jack takes a few minutes on his own in the shower. He washes his hair. When he gets out, he shaves, combs his fingers through his wet hair. He pads into the bedroom with a towel around his waist.

By the time he's back in the bedroom, Poison is mostly dressed and toweling off his hair. He's got on a tight black t-shirt and a fairly short skirt.

Jack stares for a moment. It wasn't something he'd ever considered before he started dating Poison, but he really does love femme days.

"Shame you don't have make-up with you."

"Who said I didn't?" Poison lifts an eyebrow. He gets up to go to the drawer he's started keeping at Jack's place. He doesn't have a lot in there, but he does have eyeliner, a bit of lip color, mascara. That's all he needs, right?