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"I never really dated before, remember," says Jack. "There was one girl, who made tracks pretty quickly when she heard about Jillie. And Sienna, but she doesn't count. And things had barely gotten going with Bex."

Poison makes a face. "Sorry that I haven't been a... typical dating experience?" He does feel kind of bad, because Jack deserves that, right? Maybe he should try harder.

"Baby," says Jack, tugging Poison to a stop in the middle of the lobby so that he can look him the face. "You are everything I want, okay? Everything. So stop saying you're sorry."

"Can't tell me what to do," he says, but it comes out on the edge of a little smile, a fond look. He leans up to give Jack a kiss. "C'mon, let's go find seats."

"You love it," says Jack, because they both know that that's true. The screen is quiet in the middle of the day and it's not particularly hard to find seats at the back of the theatre. Jack picks two in the middle of a row and sits down, arranging long limbs. He's had this strange, giddy feeling since he saw Poison that morning. Doesn't seem to be going away.

Poison settles into his seat happily and arranges their drinks and snacks. That done, he turns to kiss Jack. "Hi, beautiful," he murmurs, keeping his voice quiet in the dark, even if there's only a few other people in the theater.

"Hi," says Jack, aware of how goofy his smile must be. "How're you doing, gorgeous?"

"Pretty awesome," he murmurs. He kisses Jack again, because he loves that smile. "You?"

"Yup." Jack grins, tipping his head back to look at the shadowy ceiling. "This? Was not how I anticipated my day going when I woke up."

"Well if you hadn't gone and graffitied my mailbox maybe it wouldn't've." He smiles though and kisses Jack's neck, because it's nice and exposed. "But I'm glad you did."

Poison's mouth feels like a dream against his neck. He lets his eyes slip shut.

"I'm glad I did, too," he says. "I've been planning it for a couple of days."

"It's sweet," he admits. "I mean, I almost wish you'd just told me... but I like this, too." His face warms just a bit. "To be honest... probably would've done something like that. Put it in a song or something."

"I genuinely thought you'd freak out at me," he admits, quietly, head turned so that he can study Poison's face for a moment. "I figured doing it like that at least gave you the option to not engage with it if you didn't want to."

"Scares the fuck out of me still. But I've been keeping you at arm's length and-- and I don't think that's fair. Not feeling what I do."

A little smile tugs at the corner of Jack's mouth.

"Tell me what feeling like you do looks like."

"Looks like?" He laughs a little. "Man... I don't know." He blushes and he's glad the theater is pretty dark, even though the movie hasn't started yet.

"I just want to know what's in your head, boo," says Jack, grazing his fingers along Poison's jaw.

He laughs lightly, almost shyly. "You already know," he says. "I told you this morning."

"I want to hear it again," says Jack, shrugging. "Never going to get tired of it."

"Love you," he murmurs, reaching to touch Jack's cheek. He kisses him again this time, light but not chaste.

"I'm never going to get bored of that," he says, turning his head to kiss the heel of Poison's hand. "Never."

Poison rolls his eyes, but he's still smiling that soft smile. He bumps their foreheads together. "And I'm never gonna get bored of teasing you. Hope you can live with that."

"Think I can live with anything you throw at me, baby," he says, not pulling away. "Just not going to let go."

"Even these red panties?" he teases. He tries the arm rest between them and realizes it moves. He moves the soda sitting in it and promptly pushes it up. Hell yes.

The arm being out of the way makes it much easier to curl his arm around Poison's shoulders, pull him into the cradle of his body. He drops a kiss into his head.

"I am very interested in those red panties."