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"Oh, I'll have to think about that," Jack says with a laugh. "There's not much that can't be done in the bar."

He thinks a moment, and then sits up. "Could we go to the pictures? I haven't seen a picture for the longest time."

"Of course," Lorne says, chuckling a little and stretching out. "What kind of movie do you want to see? Action? Comedy? Romance?"

"I don't care," Jack says, shaking his head. "Anything. Something you like."

"All right," Lorne says, smiling and reaching up and trailing his fingers over Jack's chest. "We'll see what's playing tomorrow."

Jack leans down to kiss him. "And maybe go out to eat somewhere afterwards?"

"Dinner and a movie," Lorne says, kissing him. "A proper date."

"A proper date would involve dancing," Jack whispers, kissing him. "Is there a dance hall in town?"

"I..." Lorne begins, then hesitates. "There's a place I could take you, but it wouldn't be dancing like you're used to."

"It'll be dancing like how you do it," Jack guesses. "Lots of swaying."

"There could be swaying," Lorne says, trying to keep a straight face.

"And what else?" He touches Lorne's cheeks with his forefingers. "I know that look."

"It would be..." he pauses, trying to work out how to describe it.

"It would be dancing like foreplay," he finally says.

Jack raises an eyebrow. "Oh my."

"Yeah," Lorne says. "Lots of half-naked, sweaty guys rubbing against each other. Basically."

"Oh," Jack says again, softly this time. "Just like Berlin before the war."

Now it's Lorne's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"There have been gay dance clubs for years, Evan."

"I know that," Lorne says, rolling his eyes a little. "I just always thought the bump and grind sort of clubs were a relatively new invention."

Jack shakes his head, amused. "We were gentlemen, but even gentlemen have their limits."

Lorne is torn at the moment between feeling sheepish and feeling impressed. "Well then, if you're up for it, we could definitely go dancing after dinner and a movie."

"Oh, I'm up for it." He touches Lorne's chest, drawing his fingertips over the muscles. "I want you half-dressed and grinding against me."

"All right then," Lorne says, grinning. "It's a date."

"I love you," Jack says and kisses him.

"I love you too," Lorne murmurs, kissing him and sliding his hand down Jack's back.

Jack kisses his neck and holds him tight. "It's getting dark," he observes but makes no move to go just yet.