SMELL
"Vincent, I really need to work. Let go."
Vincent didn't shift one bit, keeping his arms tightly around Reeve's waist and his face buried in the brown tresses before him. He breathed slowly, letting the scent of his lover fill him to the core.
He loved the way Reeve smelled. The hard combination of steel, ink and electricity mixed with the subtle aromas of cappuccino, dark chocolate and salty wind never ceased to intrigue him. Even the smell of blood, a smell that the ex-Turk otherwise loathed, was an integral part of his being, just like every other fragment of his unique scent.
"Vincent. Honestly. Let go already."
Vincent shook his head and pulling Reeve even closer, taking pleasure from the scent that was all Reeve; all the things he loved in the man, all the qualities that made him fall in love in the first place. He rested his head against Reeve's shoulder, marvelling his luck for having those feelings responded.
A jab from an elbow to his stomach made him forget these thoughts for a second. "I'm serious, Vincent! Stop daydreaming and let go of me!"
Vincent smiled. "Never", he declared, before tilting his head to nuzzle at Reeve's neck. It didn't take long until the commissioner leaned into his touch, working forgotten, and Vincent could finally hide himself into his soft hair, and forget about the world for the time being.