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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?

"One of these days I'm going to stop underestimating you," says Jack, grabbing clean underwear from the drawer next to Poison's hip. He grabs a black tshirt, the looser jeans that he arrived from home in.

Poison winks at Jack. "I'm always prepared, baby. Gonna go put this on." He gives him a kiss before they part ways, then goes back into the bathroom to femme his face up a bit. It's not hard for him to pass, even if he makes a really flat-chested girl.

Jack gets dressed, roughly drying his hair and then combing it into some semblance of order with his fingers.

Poison comes back and holds out his arms a bit. "How do I look?" He's combed his hair, done his make up. The skirt brushes his thighs, fairly high. If he bent over it wouldn't cover much.

"You look gorgeous," says Jack, his expression slightly stunned. "What do you have on underneath?"

"Maybe you'll find out." Poison wiggles his eyebrows and bites his bottom lip. He loves that look on Jack's face. "Ready to go, honey?"

"I'm still trying to get my head around how pretty you look like that," says Jack, sitting at the foot of the bed to put on his boots. "I mean, you always look pretty, but...you know what I mean."

Poison just grins. "Damn right I'm always pretty. Good save," he teases, holding his hand out for Jack's once he's done with his boots.

He takes Poison's hand, getting up and then pulling him against him, one arm curling around his waist, thrilling at the way he feels a different shape in these clothes.

"Lunch?"

"Feed me," he answers, grinning up at Jack. He leans up to get a kiss, then tries to wriggle free. "We're gonna need the energy. I can tell."

"I've never done this before," points out Jack, meaning that he's never been in love before. Maybe he was starting to feel it for Bex, but it hadn't really been anything like this. "I'm sure I used to be able to keep my hands off you."

"Gone on a date with someone that looks like a girl?"

Poison is 98% sure that's not what Jack meant at all, but he's in he habit of deflecting. He smiles and leans into Jack's side as they leave the apartment.

"Bet you thought about your hands on me," he quips.