@aphroditesmuses / @jenniferwallters sent an ask:
hi. its jen. she just cups his scruffy face and goes in for a kiss (but she just refreshed her lipstick so you might want to check on that before you leave the apartment, fang)
daken fang, now -- he's grateful that they're still a thing, really.
they were on rocky waters for a while after the big reveal. 'oh yeah, actually, i've been stalking you since before we started dating, also i'm a notorious, murderous mutant, also one of logan's many estranged bastards, do you still like me?'
if he didn't actually change in this period, jen would have left him a red smear on concrete at every flirty little meet-up. but hey, look at him now, all civilized by having female siblings around. he's so aware and supportive, now, really.
so: jen can still have her little puppy.
"mm." he's long gotten over the little prickle of self-consciousness at having jen stooping over for a kiss, hinging at knees and waist just to get face-to-face. now fang leans in, closes his eyes, lets himself enjoy it.
though the tackiness of how his lips feel makes him frown, smack them together.
( red lipstick? looks kind of nice on him. green just makes him look gross. )
"when did you stop using matte lipstick again?"