Title: Perfume

Rating: K (hee it's tamer than the others, sorry)

Disclaimer: No owning going on here.

Summary: And he can't get enough of it. D/L. Smell in the "Senses" world. Companion piece to "Cologne."

A/N: Spoilers for Zoo York. So I know the titles suck, but it's what I came up with. Has not been beta, so any glaring mistakes are mine. Written in the span of about an hour, only because I was jealous that Elainhe updates more frequently than I do. Enjoy!


She smelled like cinnamon rolls and freshly mowed grass. Like a brand new car. Like lemons and dryer sheets. He's grateful that she never wears perfume; he loves the natural scent of her way to much.

Coming home to her is a miracle. After being surrounded by death and decay all day, all he wants to do is curl up with his wife and breathe her in. He can usually find her in one of two places. She is either in the kid's room tucking them in or she is in their room, already falling asleep, clutching his pillow. He quietly takes a shower, trying not to wake her or the kids up, and then slowly slips into bed and wraps his arms around his wife, inhaling her beautiful scent.

He'd never admit this to anyone, but he had first fallen in love with her scent, and her, the first day he met her. He had immediately thought she was beautiful, yes, but the fact that she was replacing a good friend, made any sort of relationship with her impossible. Until, that is, he had leaned down to whisper in her ear that Mac liked to be called 'Sir.' He had breathed in just as he was backing away and all rational thought was swept right out of his head.

He loves that he can smell her no matter what was going on. She could be covered in baby food or spit up or any other disgusting thing that a person could be covered in and he would still be able to smell that smell. Her smell.

Even now, when she's hurrying from the front door to their bathroom to take a much needed shower because she's covered in the smell of death and she doesn't want the kids to smell it before they get home, he can still smell her. And maybe it's just the fact that it's everywhere in the house at once, in the kids rooms, the kitchen, on the couch, in his shirts cause she likes to wear those to bed, but he loves that smell, her smell.

And he can't get enough of it.


A/N: Thanks to everyone whose reviewed all the other senses stories. It's greatly appreciated and even if I don't respond personally to them, I do read them and they are taken to heart. So thank you. Taste and Touch will be written sometime soon, though I have a new idea in my head (that won't leave me alone) for a Sheldon-centric story. Hope you enjoyed reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them.