A/N: Written for the drabblefix comm on LiveJournal; the prompt was "scent".
Attention to Detail
"You're still not forgiven for your infraction," William says, even as his mouth heats the space of skin between her ear and collar.
Grell's grip tightens on his shoulders; she grins, sighs. "Jealousy is quite a sinful thing, Will."
"So is your attire. It reeks of blood. And you've still a spot of it—" his hands slide over her back until he settles one below her left shoulder blade, taps gently—"here."
"Such attention to detail. You've been staring all day?"
Her lips touch his. He presses her against a bookshelf, comes undone in the scent of her hair.