Heh. You guys are assuming that the "I didn't kill anyone this chapter" was a hint. Which, I'm not saying it's not, by the way, but I'm also not saying it is. I'm just saying that I've actually been leaving hints for a few chapters now, and nobody has caught them yet. I'll tell you what they are after the fact, but it's foreshadowing. Cue dramatic lightning!
Also I just made my first ever kind of proper braid on myself using all of my hair. This is a big deal because the last time my hair was ever able to hold a braid was four years ago in ninth grade and even then I had to beg and plead with my mom to do it. (I may have chopped all my hair off a few years ago rather than deal with it properly.) (Also may have semi-permanently dyed it a few times.) (I actually seriously hated my hair in case you didn't notice.)
"All the writers keep writing what they write/ Somewhere another pretty vein just dies/ I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see/ That you're the antidote to everything except for me, me/ A constellation of tears on your lashes/ Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes/ In the end everything collides/ My childhood spat back out the monster that you see/ My songs know what you did in the dark…" – Fall Out Boy, "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark"
Sirius snorted as the nails dug into his ribcage, chuckling a little as he slowly turned a corner and allowing the nails to loosen their hold somewhat. Moody had stated that he was assigned to patrol a Muggle area that Death Eaters were presumed to be targeting, and Sirius had literally whooped when the older man had sighed and grumbled out that he had to take his motorbike.
Sirius's motorbike was probably the equivalent of his baby, although he assumed that if he had an actual baby he would hardly paint it or add attachments. He, James and Remus had painted it ages ago, and he hadn't had the chance to ride it now that it actually looked nice. Their next project, when they weren't all doing something or worrying over something, would be the sidecar that was missing its wheel with a gaping hole in the side of it.
"Kitten," he sighed, leaning back and into her for a moment, "Don't ever get fake nails."
"What?" she asked, although it came out in a whispered squeak. Moody had also insisted that he take a partner to make sure that his ass didn't get ambushed without proper backup, and Lily had shot him a nasty look when he opened his mouth to ask for James, so he went with Kitten instead, who was all for the mission until she realized what their mode of transportation would be.
He gave a hushed laugh, taking a hand and guiding it to his side, "Relax, okay? If you get hurt, I accept full blame."
"You don't even have any helmets," she hissed huffily, and he would bet money that she was pouting at him.
"Haven't had time to get them," he shrugged, stopping at a stop sign and pausing to turn around and look at her. She was, in fact, pouting at him, and even giving a small glare as he chuckled at her again. "Anything else?"
"Are you aware of the percentage of motorcycle accidents involving two on the back of one?" she asked, her eyebrows arching.
"Are you aware that we're probably safer on this thing than in a car?" he questioned.
"How?" she asked incredulously, and he had to shush her as a man walking his dog turned to look back at her. "We are out in the open! We are completely defenseless against any harm that could come our way!"
"Say that a little louder, I don't think You-Know-Who heard you all that well," he snorted, turning back around and continuing down the road, grinning a little as she dug into his side again. "Kitten, relax."
She sighed and released her claws again, "I'm sorry. I just keep expecting to look down and have the ground getting farther and farther away from me."
Sirius swerved and she gripped onto him tightly, squeaking and hiding her face in his back. "I get it to fly?"
"Shit," she sighed from his leather jacket, "I thought you already added that in."
"No! That's so wicked!" he said with a massive grin, speeding up a little in his excitement. "A flying motorbike! Imagine what I could do with that!"
No sooner than he'd finished talking, Hermione was blasted off the back, Sirius wobbling from the sudden weight loss and soon sliding along the pavement with the motorbike pinning him. Hermione rolled quickly to her front, hissing as her back and shoulder stung before taking a stand and throwing up defensive spells around her and Sirius.
"Dammit!" Sirius called out as he tried to rise up, still pinned underneath his bike. "Fuck!"
"You hurt badly?" she called as she dodged a few more spells, sending a few of her own out.
"I'm bleeding a lot," he answered, turning his head and grimacing back at her through the ward she'd put up around him as it held up against dozens of spells, a few flashes of green thrown against it. "You?"
"Ahh – shoulder, back, part of my face," she said, gritting her teeth and fighting through the pain as she dodged a few more spells and hexes and dove for cover behind Sirius's ward.
She took her wand into her mouth and lay on her back beside him, suffering through her screaming nerves as she took her legs and shoved her feet against the bike, pushing it off of Sirius as he cursed more and more. Once this was done, Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand, taking the Death Eater's wands and yelping as they zoomed towards him through the ward. Hermione stopped their fast flight before binding the Death Eater's together, sending them to the Ministry to let the other Auror's deal with them as she fought the urge to collapse and instead stood to try to help Sirius.
"What street are we on?" he asked as she knelt down and checked over him.
"Ahh, Newbury," she answered.
"Perfect," he groaned, grabbing her arm and halting her motions, "Help me up, we're gonna walk to the next street over."
"What?" she asked, blinking at him in surprise. "You can't be serious, you're hurt! This is no time for a stroll!"
"I am Sirius," he grinned wearily back at her as she glared at him, "And it's because I'm hurt that we're walking over there. We can't Apparate, because I am not leaving my bike, and this is a Muggle neighborhood – no telling who's watching now, we'll have to send out Aurors later to see who saw what, and I'd hate for the Muggles to have a huge blank space in their memory just because we popped away. It must be terribly huge, of course, because they'll be trying to cope with 'there one minute, gone the next' for a few hours or so."
She huffed and gripped his arm, not about to argue with him now, and began peeling him off the pavement as he gritted his teeth and groaned, wincing as he was draped over her shoulders and she wrapped an arm around his middle. He winced as he saw her jaw clench tightly, but they were already up, so it was far too late to turn back around, especially not if he were to be put back on the ground.
So they trudged along quietly, labored breaths slowly becoming more and more visible as it turned colder and colder. Not soon enough, Sirius was pointing to a house and being helped to the front door, where he knocked a pattern out loudly.
"Favorite record?" the voice called back.
"Ahh, dammit, Ted," Sirius groaned, leaning against Hermione as she noticed how much paler he'd gotten than when they'd started out. "That's a vague question, you bastard."
The voice chuckled back, "Fine, fine – favorite record of mine that you've stolen?"
He managed a small smile, burying his face into her hair, "I quite like Welcome to the Jungle, thanks, Mate. Ahh – what'd I tell you when your darling daughter was born?"
"Something along the lines of 'you'll never know if Andy cheated on you or not,'" he chuckled, opening the door and paling as he saw Sirius being held up by Hermione. "Oh, God – Andy!"
"Ted?" a voice called back as Ted gripped Sirius's other side and helped Hermione tow him inside, kicking a few pillows off of their couch before taking Sirius's full weight himself, dropping him on his stomach on their couch. "Dora, sweetie, stay in your room, okay? No, darling, everything's fine – Ted?"
"It's Sirius," he answered as hurried footsteps came downstairs, sweeping his brown hair back and readjusting his glasses on his long nose.
"And Kitten," Sirius sounded, raising his head so his voice wasn't muffled.
"And, ah, Kitten," Ted repeated curiously, glancing to Hermione before paling once again, taking her good arm and leading her into the kitchen, helping her peel off the remains of her jacket and Accioing a magical first aid kit. "Merlin, what happened to you two?"
"Motorbike crash," she answered as she gritted her teeth, "And Death Eaters, but they couldn't land a blow."
"Sirius Orion Black, you're a bloody fool!" the voice called as he gave a yelp.
"Andy, you're meant to be healing! Not hurting!" he complained childishly.
"You go and hurt yourself and whatever half-brained bint you dragged along with you, and I'm left to clean you two up!" Andromeda continued, and Hermione stiffened at the insult as Ted paused, straining to listen.
"She's hardly half-brained, nor is she a bint," Sirius insisted.
"Oh, yeah, how many of your little girlies have you said that about?" she scoffed.
"She's not one of my 'little girlies,'" he snorted back at her, "She's my friend, and part of the Order, and she's working to take down You-Know-Who."
There was a strained silence as Hermione held her breath and as Ted continued to clean up her shoulder, before Andromeda let out a whispered "Shit."
"Still!" Andromeda continued with renewed fervor, "Act responsibly!"
"It's not my fault we were attacked by Death Eaters!" he yelled back before hissing.
"Death Eaters?" she asked softly, her voice dropping substantially, "Where?"
"Street over, on Newbury," he answered calmly, Ted moving to dab at Hermione's face as they both continued to listen in, "By the way, that's where my bike is, so once I'm repaired I'd quite like to go back and get it."
"Ohh no," she laughed rather angrily, growing louder in the process, "I told you that bike was dangerous to begin with, and now that I've been proven right I shan't be letting you go back to get it until I think you've learned your lesson."
"It was the fucking Death Eaters! Not me!" he called back with a sigh as Andromeda moved to the kitchen, checking over Hermione's damage with a sigh as well.
"Sorry, about the bint comment," she said as she moved around to Hermione's face, her black hair cropped short and looking particularly haphazard at the moment, her blue eyes staring icily down at her before she softened somewhat with a grin and a snort. "Every time we saw him out and about, he usually had a slag on the end of his arm, so I just assumed. I should've known – you had on far too much clothing."
"It's late November," she said with a small frown.
"Exactly," she grinned before offering her hand, "Andromeda Tonks, please call me Andy."
"Ted, by the way," Ted stated from her side, grinning politely to her before taking his wand and healing her shoulder, "I'll be done in a mo', shouldn't take as long as Sirius's will, but you will be sore in the morning."
"Thank you," she gave a soft smile, "I'm rather undercover, actually, so just any name you'd like for me."
"Ohh, so that explains the 'Kitten' thing then," Andy hummed before shaking her head, her hands on her hips, "No, not for us – we'll think of something suitable for you, don't worry."
"Good," Sirius called, "That's my name for her!"
"You can't own a name, Sirius," Hermione sighed as she called back to him, Ted chuckling and helping her stand, leading her back into the living room before he left and dashed upstairs. Andy had cut away Sirius's shirt, and it was probably through a very harsh glare that his jacket was left relatively intact. His back was incredibly raw, but the bleeding had slowed considerably and color had returned to his face.
Hermione reached past him and took the leather jacket into her hands, sitting carefully on the loveseat facing him as he stiffly moved his arms to balance his chin on to watch her. She took her wand and began to fix it where it'd been slid on, and Sirius gave her a soft smile before Andy returned to her station with several potions bottles in her hands.
"Alright, Sirius Black, prepare to suffer," she stated with a smug grin, sitting at her cousin's side and chuckling at his grimace. As she began to heal his back, Hermione knelt down and checked over his skull, raking her fingers across his scalp and frowning as he winced where she lightly touched.
"No concussion, just a few sore spots," she said as Andy watched her progress carefully. "Anything else to report?"
"My lips are kind of lonely," he answered innocently before she flicked the space between his eyes, Andy snorting behind him. "Right, saw that one coming."
"Oh, I like this one," Andy chuckled, grinning brightly at Hermione as the brunette carefully settled back into the loveseat and focused on repairing Sirius's beloved jacket.
"Hey, you're spoken for," Sirius teased before hissing as she prodded at his shoulder. "Healing, not hurting!"
"Sorry, slipped my mind," she answered primly as Hermione tried not to laugh, although once they made eye contact and Andy waggled her eyebrows with a sly grin, she began to chuckle back at her. Sirius, in turn, huffed at the both of them and tried not to seem like he was pouting when he really was before something landed on his lower back and he gave a mangled yell.
"Padfoot!" the young girl cried happily as Sirius buried his face into his arms, Andy and Ted grimacing as Hermione reached forward to check on him.
"Hey, Dora," he said hoarsely, grimacing up at Hermione as Ted plucked her off of him, Andy carefully giving him another potion, "That kind of hurt."
"I'm sorry," she said, although she didn't seem it in the slightest, getting momentarily distracted by a long pink curl of hers before shaking her head and twisting around in her father's arms, "Why're you here? It's far past bedtime."
"Well," he said slowly, "I'm kind of hurt, and needed your mum to fix me up."
"Whoops," she said, maintaining her chipper tone as she turned to look at Hermione, her eyes wide and owlish, "Who's she? Is she your girlfriend? She's far prettier than the other's we've seen with you, and she actually wears clothes."
Sirius gave a small laugh as Hermione bit the inside of her cheek and began the faintest of blushes, "No, she's not my girlfriend. She's just a friend."
"You didn't say she wasn't pretty," Dora insisted.
"Because I agree with you on that one," he said, settling his chin back on his arms and shutting his eyes once he caught a glimpse of Hermione's glare.
"How's about Helena?" Andy interrupted, leaning past her cousin to look at Hermione.
"Perfect," she smiled back.
"Is that your actual name?" Sirius asked, his eyes remaining shut. "She won't let me know, by the way, isn't that mean, Andy?"
"I think it's smart," Ted stated as he sat in the armchair with his daughter, grinning cheekily at her as she giggled at him.
"No one asked you, Ted," Sirius huffed as Andy rolled her eyes and looked to Hermione.
"Close, it's Shakespeare," she shrugged with a smile.
"Ahh, et tu, Bruté?" Andy grinned as Hermione chuckled. "Yeah, with our family it's the ruddy stars, isn't it, Sirius?"
"Yeah," he said, opening his eyes to roll them, "Do you know how many stars you can name inbred offspring after before you run out of the good ones?"
"I'm sorry, which one were the good ones?" Andy snorted in surprise as Dora wrinkled her nose in thought.
"Exactly, they're all bad now, thanks to the Blacks," he said, much as if he were speaking of someone else's family, "Now the good ones are bad too."
"How much blood did you lose?" Ted asked curiously, Hermione laughing at him as Sirius huffed back at him. "You're honestly worrying me, you loon."
"Oh, don't worry about him," Andy snorted, hovering over him and flicking her wand carefully, Sirius's eyebrows coming down and a frown on his face as she did so. "He'll be fine in a day or two. Ted, could you go and get his blasted bike?"
"I'll go with you," Hermione said as she stood, Ted blinking at her in surprise. "We're not quite sure all of the Death Eaters are gone yet."
"Right," he nodded, pecking his wife on the lips before pecking Dora's cheek, walking out into the night air with her. Hermione shivered against the cold before shrugging on Sirius's jacket since hers was far from repaired, walking down the path with him and taking a moment to smile up at the sky.
"I hate living in suburbs," Ted said with a sigh, looking up with her, "Partly for the neighbors, partly for the magic thing, partly for not being able to properly see the stars."
She nodded and grinned back at him, "They're brighter at Hogwarts when you first go."
"Yeah," he smiled before quirking an eyebrow, trying to maintain his grin, "Muggleborn?"
"Yeah," she nodded, trying to keep her smile as well, "Saw the scar?"
"Hard to miss," he shrugged, "Sorry."
"It's fine," she sighed, watching her footsteps and shoving her hands deep into the pockets of the jacket, which felt warm and familiar and smelled of the dark leather and whatever Sirius usually smelled of, something she couldn't quite place just yet, "The only thing I'm working on is the occasional nightmare, which isn't necessarily related to the scar, but it isn't exactly unrelated."
Ted nodded in understand, stopping at the motorbike and looking around before stooping down and prodding at it with his wand as different parts and pieces zoomed closer to the larger mass of it. "Sirius certainly is…interesting around you."
She stayed standing and kept a look out, sighing and pausing as her breath floated up to mingle with the stars, "So I've noticed."
"Is that a bad thing?" he asked, glancing at her over his shoulder before sniffing from the cold and turning back to his work.
"It's…not good," she frowned as she scanned the bushes, houses and trees, "I'm not exactly from here, Ted, and I'm not exactly staying. I'm afraid he's gotten quite attached."
"That's problematic," he said as he stood, checking around with her before waving his wand and picking up the small block that was formerly the motorbike, "How is Sirius dealing with that, then?"
"As Sirius does," she sighed, "By persuading and bribing and laying the guilt on thick."
Ted laughed and nodded as they started the walk back, "That is Sirius."
"Granted," she shrugged with a smile, "I'm not the only one, Lily, James and Remus all get it too, but they're all staying."
"Ah-huh," Ted hummed, pressing his lips together and listening to her further.
"I just hope once I get back our friendship hasn't changed much, as annoying as he is, I am quite fond of him," she admitted.
"It probably won't have changed," Ted agreed rather lamely, but before she could comment on it, they were already back at the front door. Ted tapped out the same pattern Sirius had, and the two waited for someone to respond.
"Okay, I got one!" Sirius exclaimed as Ted scoffed, Hermione watching on in amusement. "Kitten, how did I come up with the brilliant idea of your nickname?"
"Ahh – we broke in somewhere, and there was something about cat burglars," she recalled with difficulty as Ted looked at her in surprise.
"Ehh, I'll take it," he sighed as the other man regained his composure, "Ted, what's my nickname for you?"
"Oh fuck you, Sirius," Ted glared at the door as the man behind it chuckled, obviously feeling better with his back held together again. "That's a low blow, you bastard."
"What is it, Ted?" he taunted.
"Sirius!" Andy barked as she came closer and closer, "Go lie back down, leave him alone!" As Sirius huffed and shuffled away, Hermione snorted as Ted relaxed somewhat. "What's Dora's favorite hair color at the moment?"
"Well," Ted began, "She has been fond of that blue-green color for the past few weeks, but now she's beginning to transition to pink and purple."
"Correct, welcome home," she smiled, kissing his cheek as she opened the door and guiding the two in. "We're setting up beds for you and Sirius, I'd rather have you two here for the night."
Sirius was already lounging on his couch, lying on his stomach still and grinning cheekily to Ted as he glared back at him.
"Sounds alright," she nodded.
"I'd offer floor space in Dora's room, but that's hardly comfortable and she can be quite the talker," she gave a laugh, grinning as the little girl perked up from the armchair she'd been settled in. "You're on the other couch, I'm afraid."
"That's just fine, thank you," she smiled before giving a whispered curse and moving to her wand as the adults looked at her worriedly. "I just realized – we haven't checked in with Moody at all."
"Oh Merlin," Sirius groaned, turning to shove his face into the arm of the couch as she turned and moved into the kitchen to send out a Patronus, "We are so dead when we get back."
"Sirius," Ted whispered, keeping his voice down low and bending to speak to him. "How long, exactly, have you been in love with that girl?"
Sirius lifted his head and hummed, looking thoughtfully to the ceiling as Andy and Dora exchanged curious looks. "Quite a few months since I realized, I think."
"And just what, exactly, are you going to do when she leaves?"
"Haven't thought that far yet," he sighed, setting his chin back down and giving a small, tired grin. "It sucks, but I think it's worth it."
"Sirius," Andy said quietly, looking at her cousin worriedly, "What's going on? This isn't like you, you've never been like this around another girl before."
He was quite for a few moments, listening to Hermione send out Patronus after Patronus, arguing with Moody through them. He finally sighed and gave the same tired grin, "I think that's because there's never been a girl like her before."
"Are you in love with her, Sirius?" Dora whispered rather loudly, leaning past the arm of the chair and looking at him with wide eyes.
"Little bit, kid," he winked, "Keep the secret for me?"
Dora, who absolutely loved being entrusted with secrets, brightened before nodding fervently back at him.
"Alright, time for bed," Andy insisted before her daughter pouted back at her. "Hey, you got two extra hours in the first place. Say good night to your cousin."
"Night, Sirius!" she said, slipping down from her chair and kissing Sirius's cheek as he grinned. "Get better soon so we can play!"
"Night, Dora, sleep tight," he chuckled as Ted bent down to kiss Dora's head, Andy picking her up and walking upstairs with her.
"Well, Moody threw out some colorful vocabulary before Remus sent a Patronus and said that they were all jumpy before I sent mine, and that he was just worried," Hermione said as she walked back into the living room.
"I'm glad they didn't storm the neighborhood," Ted frowned, "It's bad enough about the Death Eater attack you two went through."
"Which is another worry," she sighed as she plopped down onto the couch, wrinkling the sheets already, "They were here for some reason, and we don't know what it is."
"Whatever it was, I think we scared them off," Sirius stated.
"But for how long?" Ted worried, looking between the two as Hermione stared at the coffee table in thought.
"I think it's best if I hurry," she murmured, Sirius's back tensing and making him give a small hiss as Ted gave a sad look, "I never heard about any of these things beforehand, it's best to get this done quickly before anything else surprises me."
"If you think that's best," Ted frowned before giving a small smile, "Just keep safe, okay? It's not often we make friends with a girl Sirius knows, we'd quite like to keep knowing you."
"Oy," Sirius pouted, "You guys like Lily."
"Lily just puts up with you," Andy snorted as she stepped back into the room, "She doesn't count as much as Helena."
Hermione chuckled and grinned at them as Ted smiled along with her, kissing his wife's cheek before nodding to the two and heading upstairs to their own room.
"Goodnight, you two," Andy said as she handed Hermione a pillow and flicked off the kitchen lights, "You need anything, don't be afraid to ask, okay? Sirius knows where most of our things are anyway, the sneaky bastard."
"Night, Andy, thanks," Sirius grinned, his eyes already shut as she ruffled up his hair and went upstairs to bed. Hermione stood, taking his jacket off and settling it on the coffee table. "Hey, Kitten?"
"Hm?" she hummed as she rolled out her shoulders a few times before bending down to tug off her shoes.
"Are you really going to try to speed things up?" he asked, opening his eyes and looking at her intently.
She sighed and finished tugging off her shoes, setting them down and leaning forward to place her chin in her hands, "I'm afraid so. Lucius has been giving me more information, but I don't think even he knew about this. He says I'm going to start trials soon to test my loyalty – I think once I get that done, everything else will be a piece of cake."
"Please don't get hurt," he insisted, sitting up with some difficulty and a wince, "It's bad enough I got you hurt tonight."
"Sirius," she frowned as she stood, moving to sit beside him, "You didn't get me hurt. I've been hurt worse before anyway."
He sighed and leaned heavily against her again, and Hermione shifted a little before he eased up on her shoulder, "That's what upsets me."
"You didn't even know me when that happened," she said, running her fingers through his hair and trying to get him to relax, but he still remained tense. "That wasn't your fault either."
"I know, but…I'm still upset over it," he frowned, "I don't understand why. I don't understand a lot of things about you, Kitten."
"Maybe you will when I get back," she stated lightly, and he gave something between a huff and a growl before flopping over into his spot, his chin resting on the armrest with his legs nudging her calves.
"Whatever," he sighed. "I guess it doesn't really matter much, anyway."
Hermione frowned, not completely understanding, and shook her head. She hated not understanding things, and Sirius wasn't making much sense right now. "Go to sleep, Sirius," she offered, patting his knee before she stood, "Maybe it'll make sense to you then."
He scoffed lightly, rolling his eyes, "Doubt it. But I am tired."
She smiled, settling down carefully and leaning heavily into her pillow with a sigh. Sirius flicked out the lamp closest to him, but the two let the tiny candle in between the couches keep burning to give a small amount of light. Hermione inhaled deeply, finding that whatever scent the candle calmed her and helped her relax. She found her eyes shutting and her breathing begin to even out before Sirius shifted.
"Hey," he called out after a moment or two, "You are okay, right?"
Hermione smiled again, opening her eyes to see that he'd flipped around to face her, "I'm fine, Sirius, thank you."
"Okay," he murmured, burying his mouth in his arms, "Goodnight, Kitten."
"Goodnight, Sirius," she hummed, shutting her eyes again. Sirius was silent for a while, waiting as her breathing evened out completely. He watched her face, waiting for any early signs of nightmares and smiling when he saw there were none. So he moved to lie on his back with a grit of his teeth, sighing and wincing once it was done. He wasn't lying when he said there were a lot of things he didn't understand about her, mainly about what she did to him. Andy hadn't been joking when she said that this was not his normal behavior, because it damn well wasn't. He did not get tongue tied or sheepish or this nice warm feeling when he tried to talk to anyone else. He was smooth and suave, damn it, why couldn't he be the same way around her? Far better than whatever fool she thought him as.
Sirius shook his head, trying to clear it. He'd lost far too much blood earlier, he'd lost some of his confidence. Besides, he thought with a sleepy yawn, it wasn't like much would happen between them anyway, even if he did get up the nerve to tell her. She was going to speed things up, and head back home, and he'd see her in twenty years when he'd have wrinkles and questionable old man pudge. Who even knew if he would feel the same way in five years of her absence, let alone twenty?
And that was probably the scariest idea of the lot, worse than the idea of him possibly getting pudgy with the combination of wrinkles. That he'd one day wake up and not care at all that she wasn't just a Floo or Apparation away.
"Sirius?" she murmured in a sleepy tone, "You still up?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"What does your jacket smell like?" she asked with a yawn, "I can't recall the name of it."
"Ahh, leather, for one, but you probably knew that," he hummed as she chuckled, smiling up at the ceiling, "I don't kn – oh! Tea tree oil, I like to use that instead of cologne because I like the smell. Most people don't notice."
"Oh," she sighed, "That's it then. Okay, goodnight."
He gave a soft laugh, "Night, Kitten." She hummed, letting him know she heard him, and they were quiet once again.
Nope, he decided, it certainly wasn't something he could get over, no matter how hard he tried.
Although, it wasn't as if he would try that hard at all.
I'll continue later on, I'm really tired and I have Sociology and College Bio homework to work on (boooo). Also, I love the smell of tea tree oil, my mom would put it on my pillow when I was a kid (I later learned it was to keep lice away, huh) and I would just sit there for ages smelling it. It's a really calming smell for me, I dunno, anyway - !
I made up a timeline for part of the story (I have no idea how many chapters is planned for this thing, don't ask – I'm fond of fillers) but I promise not to leave anyone hanging. Like I said before, you guys ask great questions that make me really happy, and I do promise answers to everything…later.
Love you, stay happy and healthy!