Maybe it was the smell of his hair that enticed me. I always loved that vanilla scent that lingered on my hands when I was offered the luxury to comb my fingers through his silver locks. I always chuckle to myself when I realize that;
'Vanilla'. How ironic.
It can't be helped, though. I always remember to buy a warehouse full of his favourite shampoo when we're about to run out. It wouldn't be a surprise if he threatened to not shower for a year if he didn't have it. He already proved that for a month.
Or maybe it was the smell of his clothes. He doesn't use any cologne, but he always emits this lovely fragrance every time he enters a room. He would kill me if he knew I had basically said that he smelt like a girl. But hey, girls smell nice. Except Anzu. She stinks.
But sometimes, when he's not home, I would wash my hair with his vanilla-scented shampoo, and grab one of his dirty shirts and wear. Then in our shared bed, I like to drown myself in him, and curl into a ball, and pretend he's embracing me with his arms...
Or maybe, those are just excuses.
Because when he wears clean clothes fresh from the laundry, and when he hasn't showered since the night before-I look at him…
…and I smile.
A/N: Is this what you call fluff? I haven't been posting since forever and I feel so bad. One of my New Year's resolutions was to start updating unfinished chapters. Please put up with my absence like you have been for these past months. I promise a life-time of supplied yaoi fanfictions…Nah.
And by the way, I actually love Anzu. Woo.