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Author's Note: This is unbeta'd so any mistakes are, as always, my own.
Prompt: Perfume
It's a smell so uniquely her that he can tell where she's been by the lingering traces of her perfume. Rose, sandalwood, and a touch of worn leather – the familiar scent greets him as he turns down the residential corridor and he grins. She's been here recently, within the last ten minutes if the strength of her perfume is anything to go by, and he picks up his pace. He doesn't need to have heightened senses to follow her trail and when he opens the door to his quarters and finds her waiting, he congratulates himself on following his nose.
