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It's a lovely evening, and Lorne is tempted to stop by the lake for a quick dip on the way, but he's carrying raw meat with him, which makes it seem like a bad idea. The walk itself is nearly as nice anyway, and Lorne smiles as the cabin comes into view.

It feels like coming home on leave, which he supposes it sort of is, except that he didn't have to apply for it, and it won't come out of his bank.

"You know what we should get, babe? A grill," he says as they come up the stairs to the porch.

Lorne is smiling as he walks up the path to the cabin. He even whistles every once in a while. His arms are a bit full, presents and whatnot.

He pauses at the door, grinning to himself. Pushing the door open, he steps inside.

“Babe? I’m home.”

These things always take longer than one thinks they will.

However, the cabin is finally finished: floors laid, most of the furniture built, stairs to the loft in, plumbing finished.

It feels...good to be done.

It feels even better to be sharing it with Jack.


[ooc: This homecoming is suitable for adults only.]

When they get to Jack's room, Lorne takes a moment to set his stack of paperwork down on Jack's desk, then turns and holds his hands out to Jack.

"C'mere, baby," he murmurs.


[ooc: Preemptive adult content warning.]

Lorne follows Jack up to his room, a little surprised at how easy it is to fall back into this routine. He kisses Jack deeply once they're inside, his hands shaking just a little.


[ooc: Pre-emptive adult content warning.]

For some reason, the door to the Bar has been consistently showing up in Lorne's mother's laundry room the entire time he's been visiting her.

So it's a somewhat gentle whirring, a pleasant warmth, and the scent of fabric softener that greets them when he leads Jack through the door.

"It's not as exciting as Atlantis," he says with an apologetic smile.


[ooc: Adult content within.]