(Off game, of course)
So I heard that there’s a scent that’s meant to capture you. *laughs* How impossible!
So of course those foolish writers want to know just how you smell.
Of course, smoke. Layers of it. Heavy, that lets me know that you’ve been smoking a lot – out of worry, or anger, or perhaps boredom and frustration? Lighter? Meant that you had a day on the move. And then I could -tell- when we met again, earlier in the summer, that you were -not- smoking your usual cigarettes – you smelled of tobacco but the -wrong- tobacco.
So beyond the smoke? Hmmm. You smell like a man. You smell like… warm. You smell… clean, even at the end of the day. I don’t think you’re wearing any -scent-, unless the machiya is hiding that secret? Or a stash at work? *laughs* But you’re careful – after all, you keep your uniform in good shape and even those white gloves?
And I’ve smelled you on some of your worst days. Then, I can tell the -work- you put in. And of course, I have my ways of making you sweat. *grin* But you’re not stinky! Not only do I have brothers, but the Shinsengumi…. well, at least Kondou-san and HIjikata-san enforced some rules in that regard so the house didn’t reek…
When I’ve not seen you in some time I crave your smell. I like the places where I can find it – the bend of your neck, next to where I rest my head on your shoulder when I’m at home in your lap? And ah… other places.
So let some chemist or perfume maker try to replicate that. It’s a great smell – but I bet they can’t! *grins*
And here I thought I was the one who loved smelling you. But you’ve been doing a great study of my smell! What woman does that? *grins thinking of course he should’ve expected*
You know I can bury my nose in the crook of your neck or into the strands of your hair for the longest time? Do you know what I get out of your smell? It’s not something I can describe as a scent but a -feeling- of calmness. It’s an odd thing to put it this way but it’s been said that a baby knows the scent of it’s mother and takes comfort in it. You are definitely -not- my mother, but the comfort I receive is immense and I crave it – desire it even…
Ah desire… Shall I go on to ungentlemany portion of your “smell”? *looks thoughtful*
I know you’d get embarassed when I say this but I’ve memorized the smell of your underarms, the groove of your breasts and the linings of your inner thighs and your “center” more intimately. But don’t be embarassed? It’s this openness and familiarity that one maintains an intimacy and attachment that I’ve not reserved for others. I’ve explored you in ways I never thought I would with anyone. And enjoyed you in ways (including your scent), that I never thought was possible.
But I’m sure you’re wondering what you actually smell like? Sometimes you smell like rain or an unadultered spring. The scent is light, like clean linen that fell to the earth… But sometimes you smell like the sea or the ocean, pungent sometimes that makes me want to taste you expecting something strong, maybe even tart but then it gets to my mouth and I’m surprised it’s smooth, mild and almost buttery? *chuckles* Ah I’ve moved on to your taste again I see… But you already know I can’t get enough of it. *looks at her* Of you.
I know we’re not supposed to break our world these days but I’m glad you do it at times. I’ll see you again -soon-.