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Poison actually blushed, faintly. A tiny bit. He rolls his eyes. "I mean I'd try my damnedest not to get jealous if you felt like you needed that but I'm not gonna go around advocating for it."

"Say that's a no, then?" asks Jack, his hand sliding further up Poison's thigh. "Just putting my hands on you?"

"You can put your hands on me as much as you want. I'll just have to get creative to make sure you get whatever experience you want." He grins and tries to act like he totally doesn't notice where Jack's hand is right now.

"I just want you." Jack rolls his shoulder and, at that exact moment, the waitress arrives. Jack orders his burger and fries, a chocolate milkshake and then he just leans back and watches Poison for a moment, beautiful in profile, with eyeliner and lipstick.

Poison gets pretty much the same thing, except his burger is made of cow instead of beans. When the waitress walks away, he realizes Jack's looking at him, and he grins. "What?"

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am," he says, leaning in to press a kiss against the side of Poison's neck before he leans back. "How pretty you look in make up."

The look that crosses his face is almost shy. "Yeah?" he smiles and turns his head to brush a kiss against Jack's cheek. "Maybe I'll make more effort for you, baby."

"You say that like I don't love you all fuzzy in pyjamas too," says Jack, smiling when Poison kisses him. "I just...yeah. This is good. I love you anywhere I get you, babe."

"Even when you make fun of my sheep drinking tea?" he pouts, trying to hide a smile. Then he lifts his hand to turn Jack's head, lightly guiding him into a kiss.

"Even those ones," he says. "But I really do like the bug ones best." He leans into the kiss, keeping it slow and soft. "I'm going to smudge your lips, babe."

Poison pulls Jack into another kiss, and maybe he makes this one a bit more filthy. "Are not," he murmurs. "It's a stain."

"Very practical," says Jack, and then he has to pull away before he embarrasses himself in a diner. "When did you start? The femme thing, I mean?"

"Oh man, I don't know. I mean, I thought about it a lot when I was younger. Forgot for a while when stuff went to shit - I had bigger problems. Then... I became Poison, and figured I was going to do whatever the fuck I wanted."

"Makes sense," says Jack, grinning at the thought of it. "Much opportunity out in the Zones?" His fingers are stroking against Poison's thigh again, just idly as they talk.

Poison shakes is head. "Not really, unfortunately. I mean, unless I was willing to spend time in Bat City to find stuff, I had to depend on whatever Tommy had. Also, protecting skin was a big deal."

"Yeah. I imagine layers were your friend," says Jack, his fingers tracing lightly against Poison's bare skin. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "How often do you have to shave your legs, anyway?"

"When I shower," he shoots back. Then he adds, "When I shower without you." Because it just seems like a weird thing to do when sharing a shower with another person.

"Wouldn't care if you did it in the shower with me," says Jack, smirking. He slides his whole palm against Poison's thigh again, slipping between his legs, against the soft skin of his inner thigh. He doesn't push up under his skirt, though.

"I like the way it feels? I know it's nothing anything to do with me, but."

"But it doesn't hurt that you like it." He grins over at Jack, and he tries to ignore the way having his hand between his thighs makes him feel. If it was just a little higher...

"I mean, it's definitely motivation."

"It just hadn't occurred to me before," says Jack. "I mean, I knew you were doing it, but it's the first time I've seen you in a skirt with bare legs."

Poison grins. "Maybe I'll have to get some more skirts to wear. I mean, it is summer. I hear it gets hot around here."

He perks up when their food arrives. "Oh man... fuck yes," he breathes.

Somewhat reluctantly, Jack takes his hand away from Poison's inner thigh so that he can start on his food. He takes a sip of his milkshake first, grinning as he watches Poison, how pleased he is with his food.

Before eating anything, Poison turns his head and bites Jack's neck. Not hard, but it's there and he can and apparently he feels like a brat. Then he grins and goes after his fries. "Fuck yes this was a good idea. You have great ideas."

That bite sends an immediate jolt right down to his cock.

"Yeah, I do," he says, picking up his burger and taking a bite. "I really do."

Poison can't help the happy noise he makes when he bites into his burger, because even after being here for a month and a half he's still really into this whole food thing.

He keeps his leg pressed against Jack's under the table.