"You're my anchor, baby." Poison slides his hand over to catch Jack's, squeezing gently.

When they finish eating, Poison gets up to put food away - he doesn't know how to make a small batch of anything, so there's enough for left overs if they want something tomorrow, or if Girl or Jillie want any when they come home. And after the kitchen is clean, he catches Jack's hips and leans up to kiss him.

"What should we do with the rest of our date night?"