Jessica shook her head with a smirk. "Sorry Luke, but unless she was pregaming on some tonics before hitting the town, MJ is kinda too old for you. On the other hand, I for one would fee safer if I knew that the Wrinkled Coach Avenger was prowling at night and keeping the streets safe." Of course, picturing Doom in a iron and green mumu hurt and she regretted trying immediately.
"Life is very very nuts," she agreed and grinned up at him when he finally made his move to lean in. "Well it's about time," she joked back with a smug laugh. Luke Cage didn't do anything halfway and kissing was certainly one of those things. She had to hold on a bit just to keep up and not lose focus in the tingling feelings from the kiss. Felt even warmer than after the bottle of that really really nice wine they just had, and when they did break she had to give a breathed out laugh at his response. "I was going to go with damn. But 'wow' works."