Lemon Scented
It was kind of fitting that his hair smelled of lemons, Cain Fury thought as he rolled over onto his side.
The scent matched his hair color; a bright vibrant tone that shone in just the right light. Seemed a tad bit predictable at best that something matched, not like that ever happened.
Though Cain couldn't see the other occupant of his bed as it was still dark inside the room, he had to rely on previous sightings of said hair to compare the scent to color.
That idea in itself was ridiculous at this hour of the morning, he himself, Cain, had no idea why he was thinking such thoughts.
Turning over again his nose was almost immediately pushed back into the lemon scented hair, and he figured out why in fact he was thinking such absurdities at nearly three in the morning while he should be asleep.
For once he could smell something other than cigarette smoke on Jean Havoc.