Under the Mistletoe
"Like hell if you think my beak is coming anywhere near your lips!" Falco cries.
Fox bristles, his ears turning down to lie flat against his head and his tail twitches angrily. "You think I want to kiss you?"
"Well you are the one who put this fucking plant up! And you rigged it so that the people under it have to kiss or they won't be able to leave!" Falco points out, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I didn't think I'd get stuck under here with you! I thought it'd be someone else and that it'd be funny!" Fox defends himself, heat rushing to his cheeks.
"Yeah, well, I'm dying with laughter." Falco deadpans.
"Being sarcastic isn't going to help us get out of this," Fox pouts.
"The only way to get out is to kiss and I don't see that happening anytime soon!"
"Why not?" Fox asks boldly.
Falco blanches, his mouth dropping open to gape at the other. "B-because it's gross."
"Yeah, but we're friends, partners even. We should be able to peck and then forget about it. We don't have to make out or anything!" Fox shrugs, even though his face turns bright red.
"Ugh, fine!" Falco sighs, rolling his eyes. "But we will never talk about this again!"
"Agreed," Fox nods. Squeezing his eyes shut Falco leans forward pressing his lips to Fox's in a chaste kiss. He immediately pulls back; bringing his hand up to wipe off his lips. But not before his tongue darts out to taste Fox. He tastes of peppermint and the hot chocolate they were drinking. He's shocked to realize he likes it.
They step out from under the mistletoe. "You might want to stay away from the upstairs bathroom, I hung one in that doorway too," Fox says as he turns to walk down the hall. Falco nods, starting to walk in the opposite direction. If his feet just happen to turn him around so he's following Fox to the upstairs. And if they happen to get stuck under that mistletoe too, well that's a different story.