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They were a cute concept, and that’s what originally caught her eye and convinced her to buy it, tiny soda themed and flavored chapstick. She doesn’t really even drink soda, but the packaging holding the balms were adorable to her, and they were cheap so why not? Always having chapstick was nice, not to mention the fact that she was running out anyway. She’s only a bit disappointed with how little she could taste on the first coat, but maybe it’s for the better because she wasn’t much of a soda drinker in the first place. It takes a few times before the taste is truly there, and regardless it’s still faint. The different brands and designs had her interest, but the faint taste paired with how indistinct they were in flavor was what displeased her.
Maybe she's not the right person for these, but she also doesn't want them to go to waste. She does know someone who does love soda, so this would probably be right up their lane. Her eyes land on the mountain dew flavor, and yeah, this would be perfect for them.
Fein happily accepts her invitation to come over, agreeing without a second thought and staying on the phone as she sprints out of her apartment after quickly sliding on a hoodie that draws Couri’s eyes. Hopefully he won’t miss this hoodie too much after she leaves Couri’s place, the cute kitty hoodie would fit right in with all the other hoodies she's stolen from him.
Somehow, she’s always here faster than the last time, and Couri happily greets him at the door, dragging him through by the front of his hoodie while he’s stumbling out of his shoes, kicking them off as she’s pulled further into the warm home.
“Hey, what’d you want to show me?” Fein is always so very happy to see her, eager to see what she had mentioned over the phone, her tail wagging happily behind her. They’re sat side by side on her bed, and wordlessly, she comes closer, and Fein tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy, the ears on her head flicking as Couri places a hand on his thigh– her curious eyes flicking down to where the heat of Couri’s hand must go through the fabric of her sweatpants– and she practically crawls into the taller’s lap, a bright flush immediately coloring Fein’s face with a soft “oh,” leaving her parted lips when they’re face to face.
His eyes flicker down to Couri’s lips quite obviously, and well, she can’t deny that she wants this too– maybe this was just an elaborate excuse to kiss the girl of her dreams but truly, she cannot be blamed, not when Fein looks so so kissable like this, expression nervous yet wanting at the same time, the most adorable person she’s ever seen in her life. She reaches up to cradle his face, and Fein makes a quiet noise, leaning into her touch with her big eyes that fill her with the nearly irresistible urge to kiss her silly. His hands hover over Couri’s sides, hesitant and shy, even if Couri had often told her that it was okay to touch or even rest her hands anywhere on the other girl, only to get a flustered shake of Fein’s head in reply, brightly flushed red and looking away. Occasionally, Couri would take her wrists in her hands and pulled them onto herself, just to get the point across.
She leans up, pressing a soft, quick kiss to the chapped lips, a squeak escaping Fein when she jolts back, eyes wide, tongue immediately flicking out to lick where Couri had kissed. She watches as Fein processes it, blinking once, then twice, before opening and closing her mouth, licking her lips.
“Why do you taste like that?” Fein questions her, and before she can even get a word out to mention the chapstick, Fein lurches forward, hands that were so hesitant suddenly grab her, one on her back to pull her closer against him and another on her hip, eyes wide and peering at Couri, hands leaving her body to hold her face, pulling Couri close to his face until their noses were touching. “What was that?” Her voice is hushed, bright blue eyes glimmering as she looks all over Couri’s face before she’s kissed unbelievably hard, a noise of surprise escaping her before she lets it happen as Fein licks against her mouth– Couri parts her lips and immediately feels his tongue against hers, dragging over what it can reach, tasting inside of her mouth like she would taste like anything in there.
Cracking an eye open, she runs her hands under Fein’s hoodie and shirt as she’s pushed down on her back, Fein’s tail swishing behind her as he devours Couri, barely pulling back for air as she kisses her with an open mouth, sloppily making out with the avian pinned underneath him, expression scrunched in concentration as she tries to lick off all of the flavored chapstick that Couri had put on only moments prior. She pulls Fein closer to her, and he comes easily, straddling her waist as she kisses Couri until their lungs ached and screamed for air, parting to gasp heavily and lick her lips, looking down at Couri with dark eyes.
“Mountain dew.. you tasted like..” He stops to take a deep breath, exhaling slowly before leaning back down to continue kissing Couri as if she hadn't already kissed all the flavored balm clean off. He makes the cutest noises into the kiss, tiny huffs and whines and groans with Couri running her fingers across his back and stomach, arching her back into her touch when the avian runs her fingers up his spine. She pulls Fein down by her hips to press her crotch against his, and Fein gasps, breaking the kiss for a moment to whine quietly at Couri's smirk at his instinctive grinding. She pants, scrambling to grab the avian’s face to pull them close again, smashing their mouths together with a muffled noise, and Fein acting like she needs to be kissing Couri or else she’ll die is something new. She’s seen him needy before– this is Fein they’re talking about– but she’s never seen the girl so unfathomably desperate to be kissing Couri before. If she had known that the thing that would’ve caused this reaction was soda flavored lipstick then she would’ve been wearing balms like this long long ago.
They’ve had moments like these before, and it’s not usually Fein who's on top of her and kissing her like this– usually it’s the other way around. She doesn’t mind this at all, no, not one little bit does she mind this side of Fein that’s escaped and is hellbent on devouring Couri with sickeningly sweet yet sloppy kisses at the same time just for one more taste of the faint Mountain dew on her lips. She runs her hands higher and higher, starting from her hips and up from there, tracing the same path she always takes– squeezing the pudge of fat on Fein’s belly then running her thumbs across the ribs she can feel, a bit pleased that she can’t feel all of them through bodyfat, and she smiles into the kiss from that realization. Her fingers reach Fein’s binder hidden under the layers, brushing only the tips of her fingers against it before then retreating elsewhere, nails running down Fein’s spine again, reaching her tail bone and making his tail shake when Couri scratches the spot right above it, a purr bursting forth from his chest. The vibrations against her lip feel funny, and it makes her huff a bit in amusement.
When they part to breathe, Couri tugs gently at the bottom of Fein’s hoodie that gets thrown off in seconds, landing on the unoccupied side of the bed– and Couri tries the same with his shirt, something that Fein thinks about for a few seconds before carefully taking it off too, looking bashful and keeping her eyes averted when Couri copies her. They’re not fully naked, but it’s intimate enough after the kissing, and the avian pulls Fein down closer, a gentle tug on her shoulder to get her head down low enough that she can reach up to scratch behind the fluffy caramel ear, earning a purr as her nails scratch in the spot that’s apparently just right because Fein melts against her, face buried in her neck as his body trembles, nose nuzzling against Couri’s neck.
“You smell and taste nice today..” Fein mumbles against her throat, and Couri smiles at the words, pleased by the words. She glances over at her nightstand with the other flavored balms, and a wonderful idea crosses her head. Fein doesn't suspect anything, she thinks. He's too busy hiding away in Couri's collar to really notice her shifting as she reaches with the balm with one hand, the other one still buried in the fluffy curls and scratching absentmindedly. She wonders what types of nails Fein would prefer for scratching, or if they give a different feeling at all.
With a new fresh coat of Coca-Cola flavored lip balm applied, she coaxes Fein out of where he was hiding, pressing their lips together slowly, pulling back and watching Fein process the tiny peck with flavor. It's really cute how Fein immediately pounces to kiss the flavor off her lips, absolutely needing to taste more of what Couri had on her.
She smiles widely into the frantic kisses, fingers running over the other tubes that have yet to be opened. She has a feeling her lips might not be unscathed after this, but she finds that she doesn't care at all if this is what it takes for Fein to kiss her like a girl starving.
What a sweet-tooth of a girl.