Fang and Max are doing fine baking cookies until SOMEONE decides it's time for a flour fight. ONESHOT! Fluffy Fax.

"I choose you, Fang," she breathed down the bridge of his nose and pressed her lips to his eye. His arms tightened around her waist and he pulled her down to kiss him softly, sweetly, hotly. She wrapped her legs around him and sat in his lap. They were together in that tangled embrace for a small eternity before Fang made his next move. Lots of lemony Fax and sweet kisses.