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Lorne stands and catches Jack's wrist. "Hey," he says quietly, pulling Jack closer and kissing him softly. "I like you best too, babe."

Jack smiles and kisses him back. "Show me how to put this thing on. All these . . . loops and things."

"Here," Lorne says, pulling Jack's jacket on and fastening it up the front.

He stands back and looks at Jack appreciatively for a moment. "Damn," he whispers.

Jack looks down at himself. "Don't I look all right?"

"Oh, you look more than all right, darlin'," Lorne mutters, not taking his eyes off Jack. "You look damn hot."

"And that's good, right?"

Lorne grins. "That's good." He takes hold of Jack's hips and pulls him close for a kiss. "That's very good."

Jack wraps his arms around Lorne's neck. "Good."

He looks down at Lorne's lips. "Take me flying," he says softly. "You can distract me again later."

"Promise?" Lorne whispers, smiling softly.

"Promise. You did ask me to spend the night--I want to."

Lorne's smile broadens. "Good." He just smiles at Jack for a moment and then clears his throat. "Um...ready to go flying?"

"Take me up there, flyboy," says Jack.

"Okay." Lorne hooks his fingers into the lapels of Jack's jacket and pulls him in for a quick kiss. He heads for the door and waves his hand over the panel to open it.

Jack's eyes widen when he sees the door slide open at Lorne's wave.

Lorne grins and starts to reach for Jack's hand but pulls back, smiling apologetically. "Come on," he says quietly.

"Of course," Jack says and puts his hands in his pockets. He's used to that sort of restriction.

Lorne leads him down the hallway to a transporter, waving his hand in front of it and stepping inside when the door opens. "I figured we'd stop by the mess and pick something up for lunch before we go."

"Okay," Jack says and tries not to look awestruck and wide-eyed at everything, even though it's beautiful and amazing and he's on another world.

Lorne closes the door behind them. "You're allowed to gape, you know. You're supposed to be new here after all."

He touches the map of the city just outside the mess and watches Jack's face when the door opens onto a completely different hallway than the one they just left.

"Wha--how did that--we moved!"

"Yep," Lorne says with a grin, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking very much like a schoolboy showing off his new toy.

"It's the alien stuff, right?"

"Yep," he says again, cocking his head down the hallway. "Come on." He'll probably be grinning like that for a while.

Jack follows him, resisting the urge to grab his hand and squeeze it.

Lorne takes him into the cafeteria, stopping at a table with prepackaged sandwiches, fruit, water, juice and cookies. "Any preferences?"