Cozy Living ‐CHAENNIE‐

Candy Kisses

Jennie and Rosé kissed for the first time at nine years old. The incredibly sweet kiss happened on a day that started off bitter when Rosé slipped on the playground and skinned her knee.

A sharp pain rippled through Rosé's leg as she fell and the only person who noticed her crying was her classmate Jennie, who was by Rosé's side in an instant. When it seemed like no amount of soothing and comforting could stop Rosé's tears, Jennie leaned in and kissed Rosé gently on the lips.

It was a quick kiss, chaste and innocent, softer than a marshmallow, and completely effective at stopping Rosé's tears.

"What was that?" Rosé asked curiously. She rubbed the tears from her eyes as her tongue instinctively darted out to lick her lips, finding a faint sweetness lingering thereafter Jennie's kiss.

"It's a marshmallow kiss," Jennie declared with a smile, proud that her actions had stopped Rosé's tears.

"Marshmallow kiss?" Rosé repeated faintly. The name was fitting for the sweet action. Rosé smiled shyly as Jennie boldly took her hand and led her to the nurse's office to get cleaned up. They were best friends from then on, bonded over skinned knees, fresh tears, and a kiss named after a marshmallow.

That marshmallow kiss was the first of many over the years as Rosé and Jennie grew up together, not realizing until much older than it was unusual for friends to share kisses, not caring at all what their peers thought of them as teenagers when marshmallow kisses became lollipop kisses.

They were hanging out in Rosé's room the first time it happened when Jennie leaned into Rosé at the age of thirteen with a kiss that was longer than any of their previous kisses. It was an open mouthed kiss, wet and messy, like licking a lollipop, and no longer as innocent as a marshmallow kiss.

"Do you like it?" Jennie asked shyly after they pulled apart from their first lollipop kiss. Her face was red with embarrassment as she waited for Rosé's reply. "It's a lollipop kiss."

"I do like it," Rosé replied instantly. The kiss was new, it was different. And to Rosé, sharing the kiss with Jennie somehow felt right. "I like you very much, too," Rosé added as she gazed into Jennie's blushing face, surprised to find that it was possible for Jennie's face to become even redder.

The lollipop kiss was the ultimate kiss for Rosé and Jennie while they were young teenagers, often sharing the kiss with each other whenever they were alone together, whenever the mood was right, which seemed like always.

Rosé felt her heart growing with each passing day, finding it more and more filled with feelings for Jennie as they continued to grow up together. And Rosé knew that Jennie felt the same way about her, too. Rosé could sense it through their sweet kisses, through their constantly intertwined hands, through the indescribable affection in Jennie's eyes whenever they looked at each other.

It came as no surprise to Rosé when one day their lollipop kiss evolved into a more daring kind of kiss. They were nineteen now and living in a cozy apartment together as college students. And on their first night in their new home, while enjoying a lollipop kiss on their tiny sofa, Jennie leaned into Rosé and deepened the kiss. It was a rough kind of kiss, fiery and hot, with light bites on her lips that made Rosé want to melt inside.

Jennie gazed down at Rosé with a seductive smile on her face, licking her lips as Rosé tried to catch her breath. "It's a chocolate kiss. I've been saving this kiss for so long now," Jennie whispered, her voice low and hushed with desire. "Do you want it?"

Rosé was breathless beneath her girlfriend, but she nodded hungrily, leaning up into Jennie's mouth to initiate the next chocolate kiss. "I want it," Rosé murmured in between chocolate kisses. "I really, really want you, too."

Jennie's arsenal of kisses exploded after that night. Soon there were strawberry kisses that Jennie liked to place against Rosé's neck and all over her body, deep and bruising kisses that left strawberry red marks against her skin.

There were jelly kisses, a bitey kind of kiss so aptly named because Jennie felt like she was biting into jelly candy whenever her teeth dug gently into Rosé's skin.

And then there were cotton candy kisses, a personal favorite of Rosé's, a soft, wispy almost ghost of a kiss that Jennie loved to trail down Rosé's back, across her hips, basically anywhere that caused Rosé to squirm with delight.

After a particularly passionate night that included every kiss in Jennie's repertoire, after they were both satiated and nestled safely in each other's arms, Jennie lovingly placed a soft marshmallow kiss against Rosé's lips and asked, "which kind of kiss do you like the most?"

Rosé thought about it for a moment, gazing at the sweetness in Jennie's eyes before coming up with the perfect answer. "Candy kisses."

"Candy kisses?" Jennie repeated with confusion, not recognizing it as a name for any of their kisses.

Rosé smiled and took Jennie's face gently in both hands, returning the soft marshmallow kiss. "Yes, 'Wifey kisses. My favorite kiss is any kiss that comes from you."