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[moonsglare]

Silly dumb idea idk

but having to absolutely fight feixiao to let you do her laundry because her clothes are basically in 3 piles: Extremely formal wear (you mandate these be cleaned or else), clothes that smell like you, and clothes that don’t smell like you (yet) and she definitely prefers the 2nd pile so she doesn’t want them to smell like clean clothes

“feixiao, those clothes haven’t been washed for a week. this is unsanitary!”

the foxian woman bodily pinning you down to the bed and effectively restraining you from doing laundry only hums. the tips of her ears tickle your nose as they twitch, and feixiao snuggles closer against you, burying her face in your chest. when she looks up, teal eyes twinkling with mischief, you huff.

“i’m being serious!”

her hands squeeze the meat of your hips soothingly, placatingly. “so am i.”

“i can’t not wash my clothes, fei,” you say, exasperated. “i need stuff to wear, you know, that preferably don’t reek.”

“but they smell nice,” your overgrown fox of a girlfriend says petulantly, and you roll your eyes with another huff, wrapping your arms around her broad back.

“you are biased. my coworkers and boss are very much not.”

feixiao makes a lazy, unconvinced noise. “mm… they’re wrong.”

you let out a long-suffering sigh at her dismissal, hands moving to cup her cheeks as you play the last card you have. you meet her brilliant teal gaze and give her the best puppy eyes you can muster, ever so slightly jutting your lower lip out in a pout. “feixiaooo,” you whine, “i really have to do my laundry, baby.”

her expression shutters as you call her ‘baby’, ears twitching in what you’ve come to learn is delight. her hands squeeze your hips a little tighter before she looks at you again, her features contemplative.

“it doesn’t even take that long for my clothes to, uh— start to smell like me,” you wheedle. “i can spritz my perfume on it right out of the dryer. i promise you can steal all my oversized hoodies—“ although oversized for you means regular sized for her, “—once they’ve been thoroughly re-scented.”

feixiao hums for a moment, considering, then concedes. you exhale a breath of relief, cupping her cheeks and tugging her upwards gently to reward her with a kiss. she purrs at that, a low vibration in her throat, eagerly pressing her lips right back against yours like she’s trying to draw oxygen right from your chest. when she breaks away it’s with a satisfied sigh, but that glint of mischief still lingers in her eyes.

her head drops low as she presses a kiss to your collarbone as her hands creep underneath your clothes. you make a soft, pleased noise as you crane your head up to look at her, brows furrowed.

“what are you doing?” you ask, near breathless as her fingers trace the outline of your ribs, just beneath the swell of your chest. feixiao only grins, pointed canines glinting.

you find soon enough that foxians have other particular ways of scenting things that don’t involve perfume. it’s a little more… hands-on, but by the time feixiao is done, your scent is very much all over her, from her lips to her fingers.