"Frick" she yelled exasperated running out the door with her work bag on her shoulder. She was running late for work because she couldn't find any deodorant. She searched high and low but every powdered stick she came buy was empty. Why, why, why today of all days?" she fumed driving into the parking lot of the pizza shack. "I am going to be dripping sweat from the hot ovens and…" she paused, her eyes widening in realization. "Oh God…" she whispered to herself. "Damon , he's going to smell me walking past me or helping me make pizza." she cringed rushing out of the car and into the building.

"Hey Emily-" Razor tried greeting her with a hug as he was leaving done with his shift for the day.

"Have to keep my arms down!" she shouted ducking under his arm and rushing past him only to run past Carter who was about to drop off a pizza delivery.

"Hey-" he tried.

"Not now Carter !" she snapped. Bursting through the kitchen door Emily was met with Damon prepping pizza dough .

"You're late." he said getting up. "I'll be right back, we are out of cheese and tomato sauce ." he said leaving the room. Looking around frantically, Emily sprinted forward when she spotted Damon's leather messager bag in the corner of the coat room .
Searching through his stuff, she breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted a fancy dark navy men's deodorant stick. Snatching it up, Emily watched the door while scrubbing the powder under her arms desperately. Throwing the deodorant back in his bag, Emily ran back into the kitchen just as Damon walked through door from the supply room .

"What are you doing?" he asked skeptically.

Stretching out pizza dough." she said nonchalantly

"I see. Okay enough chatting lets makes some pizzas ."

Standing next to her rolling out dough , Damon occasionally sniffing himself.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Emily giggled at him as he 'checked' himself again.

"I keep smelling my deodorant." he said confused.

"Well that's a good thing that means you put some on." She teased worriedly.

"I know I put some on but the one I smell isn't the one I put on this morning." Damon said coming closer to her.

"You mean you have different ones…?" she gulped.

"Mmmmhhhh….and the funny thing is, I only smell it when you're near me."
Prepared to run away, Emily squealed in surprise when Damon snatched her up and lifted her arms.

"You put on my deodorant" he grinned as she blushed trying to put her arms down.

"I ran out this morning." she admitted turning pink. "I just borrowed some"

"All you had to do was ask Mustang ." he laughed putting her down. "Besides…" he said burying his face in her neck look around make sure their boss or other customers were not looking . "I love the way it smells on you."

"It's deodorant Damon." she giggled.

"But it's me…" he inhaled. "On you."

"That's a little territorial don't you think?"

"What can I say, what's mine is mine." he said as she rolled her eyes.

"I'll pick some more up today." she promised.

"You can use my deodorant anytime."

"Aww thanks." she hugged him before getting back to work .