Perfume

Doggie sniffs the air. Something has caught his attention. There is a special scent in the air, like a jasmine flower and a hint of a fruit, sweet, like peach. He loves peaches. It's intoxicating, but gentle, and soft, like airy silk. He follows it.

The scent trails to Kat's room, not surprising. She always smells wonderful. Sometimes it's just her natural scent: a gentle touch of rose mixed with fresh, mountain–y air. Her shampoo is ginger–honey kind of mix, and nice and subtle. The scent he follows now is perfume, which she doesn't usually wear. However, since he complimented her on it she has made a habit of wearing it fairly regularly. He has noticed this.

He knocks on the door, "Kat?"

"Yeah," he hears her rustling papers and assumes she's been working. When the door swishes open she stands in a camisole, a cardigan, and sweat pants. He remembers it's Friday evening and for once she agreed to take an early night. He smiles and she smiles back, "hey, Doggie, what's up?"

"How are you?" he asks and they move into the room in sync.

"Good, thanks, just doing a little paperwork," she shrugs. She pulls the cardigan around herself, shielding her taught tummy from view. "How are you? Done work?—I hope."

"Yes, actually," he smiles, "I was just on my way to my quarters when I noticed something."

"Hm?" she tilts her head at him and perks her ears.

"I noticed that delightful scent you've been wearing recently." Just as he thought she would, Kat blushes, probably from knowing that he has noticed her wearing it more and more. "Not that you need perfume, but I do love the way it compliments you."

Kat feels her cheeks become hot and looks at her lap. The first day she wore the fragrance it was because it was a gift and she felt she should put it to use. Doggie noticed and said he found it "enchanting". That might have been a large part of why she wears it almost every day now.

"You know, Kat, I feel we haven't spent enough time together, as of late," Doggie approaches Kat and places his paws on the arms of the chair in which she's curled up. She looks at him wide eyed, flushed ruby, lips pink and almost trembling.

"I agree," she swallows thickly, trying to breathe normally as his scent of musky alpha male overtakes her hormonal system completely. She knows her eyes have dilated.

"You look beautiful," he whispers only inches away from her lips.

"Sweats and a cardigan, Doggie, really?" she whispers back.

"You look good in everything," he captures her lips in a deliciously slow, sweet movement. She responds just as smoothly, placing a hand below his ear and purring quietly. Their lips move over each other in an innocent sign of affection, with just enough passion in it to relieve their tension. Feelings of years and years are released between their lips in static electricity.

"Oh," she purrs as he releases her and she continues to work through her haze of the kiss. She licks her lips, tasting his rustic flavor. Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are sparkling with mirth. "What brought this on? I would have worn that perfume everyday if I knew about this."

"My restraint was in question as it was, my Darling, I wouldn't have needed the extra temptation," he kisses her again. As he takes his leave he chuckles, "the perfume is nice, dear, but you don't need it to be sweet.

Katherine, weak in the knees, makes a note to buy more of that scent by the crateful.