A/N: Okay, hear me out. I couldn't let the opportunity to write a smutty short story with a Perfume prompt pass me by. I couldn't. THIS ONE IS REALLY SMUTTY. So if you don't like that sort of thing, I suggest you skip this one. If you are into smuttiness between these two women, then go ahead. This one is not tied to any other chapter. They are married, though…

"This perfume will make your partner do whatever you want them to do."

I raise an eyebrow at the store clerk and scoff. A perfume that will make Michiru, of all people, do whatever I want her to do? Now that's something that I need to see.

I went out to get something to eat on my break. My mechanic was not feeling so hot today, so I had to work on my car alone. Not like that was a bad thing. I love getting my hands dirty and then seeing how the car responds to my own handy work. Anyways, I took a break to eat something at the local mall, and as always, those perfume carts in the middle of the hall caught my attention for a nanosecond, and before I knew it, the clerk was all on me.

Now I had a small flask of "pheromones" in my hands, being sold as perfume. I looked up at the clerk, and her face was radiating desperation. Why am I even here? I was supposed to get a meat lover's pizza and bring it home and surprise Michiru with it.

She wouldn't expect me to be home, not with pizza, not with pheromone.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course! I am here to answer all your questions!"

I smile at her fake enthusiasm. "Is this just a bunch of bullshit or is it real? I don't want to get home and have my wife smell me and think I smell like barf."

"Oh!" Her cheeks are flustered. "Not at all! This is not a placebo. This actually works. I've sold so many and they keep coming back for more!" She laughs, and I laugh with her.

Some of me thinks it is stupid to buy this; another is completely curious to see if it works. That same part of me wants to see how Mcihiru will react to it. I know in my mind that this is all a bunch of bull crap, but… eh…

"How much is it?" I ask, and now instead of desperation, I see hope in the clerk's eyes.

"One flask is a hundred dollars, two flasks is one seventy."

My eyes go wide. What in the world is she selling? Liquid gold?

I scoff. I really should get the hell out of here and get that meat-lovers for Michiru. I bet she would love it more than me smelling pretty.

"Wow. That is expensive."

"Oh!"

Aaaand we are back to desperation. I am moved. I might just buy a fucking flask just not to get this girl fired. How long has it been since she sold something? I sigh and scratch the back of my head before shrugging. What the hell. A hundred bucks are pocket change to me.

"Fine."

The clerk almost kisses me. "Alrighty!" She claps and heads to the register. "One flask is that correct?"

Eh. "Two." I take out my wallet from my back pocket and turn to the clerk, and then I stop. Is...is she crying?"

"Thank you." She sobs and takes my debit card to finish the transaction, and hands me the two flasks inside a brown bag. Talk about discreet.

I take the bag and my card and head out. I think I did a good deed today. I helped that girl not get fired. God knows how long she hasn't made a sale. I am still hungry, though. So I decided to get that pizza, screw the diet. Sometimes you need to treat yourself and today is a perfect day to do so.

I arrive home and see Mcihiru's car in our driveway. She has been staying at home for a couple of days writing some songs. She doesn't like writing them in the studio; she rather do it in the privacy of her house, our house. I take out the pizza; I grab the bag with my perfumes, which, by the way, I spray some behind my ear and down my chest before parking the car.

I don't smell anything, and I feel I have been tricked into paying almost two hundred bucks for water spray.

I better not tell Michiru about that; she will be mad I wasted that much money on something so stupid.

When I open the door, Michiru stops playing the violin. She is in our living room, which is spacious, airy, and perfect for writing music and relaxing.

"Haruka?" Her sweet voice calls me doubtful, and a bit worried that I open the front door.

"It's me, love." I hear a sigh of relief as I head out to the kitchen and set the pizza on the counter. "I got you some pizza."

"Oooh, pizza!" Her footsteps sound on the floor as she heads my way. I see her walk in barefoot, wearing nothing but a yellow summer dress that reached the middle of her thighs. Her arms were bare, and her hair was tied into a loose bun. I smile. This woman is absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, and to think that she chose me of all the people in the world fills me with such satisfaction.

"I was just about to take a break to make something to eat." She walks to my side and opens the pizza box, her eyes sparkle. "Meat lover's? You are heaven sent." She grabs me by my shirt and pulls me down to kiss me swiftly. But then, as she pulls back, she holds me there, leaning over her smaller form. She looks up at me with hooded eyes and tilts her head to the side.

I frown. "What is it?"

"What is that?"

"What is what?" I am really confused until the hand holding my shirt moves to cup the back of my head. She pulls me closer and presses her nose to my neck, and inhales deeply. She holds me there for a split second, then takes a step back. "You smell different."

Oh shit! The perfume.

"Oh! I bought a perfume while I was at the mall. It's supposed to be this pheromone-based thing. It was stupid. I can take a shower if it smells bad."

Her hand tightens on my hair and holds me still. For some reason, I think that something is wrong until I see it. That spark of lust ignites in her eyes every time she is in the mood. Yet, I don't see it for a long time since she dips her gaze from my eyes down to my lips. Absentmindedly, I run my tongue over my lower lip, and she does the same; the only difference is I do it out of nervousness, she does it out of hunger, and it's not for the pizza.

"Don't," she finally says. "You smell good." She pulls me again, her nose moves to behind my earlobe, and she inhales sharply this time. "Really good."

I freeze. Wait. No way. No fucking way that that stupid water shit I spray on actually works. I can't smell anything.

"You like it?"

She nods against my neck and pulls away enough to let me stand straight again. I see her bite her lower lip, her hand trails down my neck and chest, and finally to the buckle of my jeans. "It is different." She inhales again, this time through her mouth, and takes a step away from me. Her attention falls on the pizza, but I see that her hands are hesitant to touch anything but me. I move behind her, testing my waters. I place my hands over her waist, and she sighs. She leans her head on my shoulder and covers my hands with hers as I smell her also.

She smells like the sea, sunblock, and jasmine. She feels so warm against me, and I have to say, I have missed her all day today. Tentatively, I press my lips to the junction of her shoulder and neck, and she shivers.

I open my mouth, trail my tongue over her soft skin, and I feel her turn her face to press her nose against my temples and inhale sharply again.

"Fuck, you smell so good."

I grin over her skin; my hands come to bunch up the fabric of her dress, pulling it up to reveal more of her delicious skin. My Michiru is always beautiful, always soft. She is perfect in my eyes, but she is even more perfect when I notice that this little temptress is wearing nothing underneath her summer dress. I arch my eyebrow, my head tilting to look at her. "Explain?"

She smirks, that mischievous smirk that makes me want to toss her over my shoulder and take her in... I don't know. What is the closest thing? The kitchen island? I will fucking take her to the kitchen island and eat her out as if she was my own personal feast.

"It was hot today…"

Hmmm. She is not lying there. It has been really hot being summer and all, but she always wears underwear, or at least I think. My hands leave her waist and come to cup her breast. She is not wearing a bra either. Goodness, knowing that all I have to do is pull this thing over her head, and I will have her completely bare flips something inside of me almost feral. I sigh and squeeze her nipples through the fabric. They are already perked and hard. Oh, this better be the perfume's doing.
Then again, my sweet wife is always willing to be intimate. She is always hungry for me as I am for her. My wife, my Michiru, we have been together for years now, and she still shudders at my touch; she still cries out in pleasure when I kiss her. So, is it the perfume? Or is it just the fact that Michiru adores me as I adore her?

I think I am thinking too much about this when I should focus on making my wife appreciate that I am home early…

She grips my hands and presses them harshly to her chest. She is so soft. Her breasts are larger than mine, her hips are wider, and her thighs are plump. I always have a handful of her body, and I can't have enough. I think she knows this; if so, she wouldn't be pressing her ass to my groins. She knows she is a handful and that I love every single inch of her body.

"Haruka?"

I blink, coming back from my daze and looking down at my hands full of her. I almost growl in her ear as I let go of her and wrap my arms across her stomach and squeeze her to me. Yet, Michiru pinched my arm and made me release her, only to be pulled by her soft hands into a soaring kiss.

Michiru's lips are heaven. They are full, soft, and delicious. They always undo me and leave me at her mercy. I can hear her inhale as she kisses me. That fucking perfume… are you kidding me?

Michiru gasps and wraps her arms around me; her gaze is dark with lust as she looks at me with hooded eyes. She wants me. She wants me, and I know she is still thinking of how she wants me. All-natural? Does she want me to wear my toy? Does she want to ride my face until I suffocate? Fuck I want to taste her now.

"What in the world is in that perfume?" She asks me, but I am too lost in her cobalt eyes to even register what she was saying. I grab her jaw and force my mouth on hers. She moans against me; she grips my hair and neck as her tongue rubs against mine. She is needy and desperate, and I love her like this. I love this woman to death.

"Pheromones." I manage to say before hooking my arms around her waist. She wraps her legs around me, and I almost lose my balance. Almost. I secure her in my arms and close my eyes as she goes back to kissing me with such hunger, such possessiveness.

I belong to her. No one else can make me feel the way she does.

I sit her on the kitchen island and lean over her. I can feel how ruined my underwear was. I should probably take my clothes off. But first, I need to make her feel like the goddess she is.

"What do you want, love?" I ask, and I can see her hands move with desperation. She grabs me by my shirt and pulls me to her. She traps me with her legs and moves her hands under my shirt, her face on my neck. She inhales again, and as the air leaves her lungs, so makes a ragged moan.

Fuck, I want her. I need to have her now.

I take off my shirt, leave it on the kitchen island and go back to her mouth. I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her neck, shoulder, collarbone. I move lower, untangling her legs and spreading her thighs. My prize is before me, pink and wet and so fucking delicious. I see her hands move the dress out of the way, bunching it up at her waist, and then she spreads herself for me. She is so wet. Holy fuck. Is this because of how I smell? Are you fucking kidding me?

"Eat me out, please. Stop staring and just do it."

I go from looking at her pussy to looking at her face. She seems so desperate, as if I haven't touched her in ages. Two nights ago, she was underneath me, begging me to go faster, not to stop. I can't help but let a low groan escape me. I lean in closer, kiss the skin next to her knee, then I go lower. I feel her tremble in my hands, and I do too. She wants me so much, and I can't deny her anything. How could I? She has never denied herself to me… My sweet gorgeous Michiru. My goddess… I will worship her like the goddess she is.

My hands run their course up her supple thighs over her hips and finally her flanks. I kiss the junction of her thigh, and without wasting a second longer, I give her a broad stroke to her cunt, filling my mouth with her taste.

She opens her mouth to moan, but it is merely a silent cry. Her eyes are closed, diving into the world of pleasure only I can distill into her with my tongue. I lock my lips over her clit, and I can feel her entire body jerking. I hold her tightly, close my eyes and press my face to her, soaking my lips and chin with her essence. And then I feel her hand on my hair. She clings to me as if I was her only tether to this world. She is strong… She holds me down with such a force that I can only submit to her needs. My strokes are harsh, hard then soft, merely flicks, and I open my eyes to see her struggling to breathe.

She is struggling because she just grabbed my shirt and placed it under her nose and over her mouth. She was taking mouthfuls of me, of my scent... Holy shit, she looked so fucking sensual. Her hips jerk with every stroke of my tongue, she wants more, and she is not getting enough for some reason. My shirt is muffling her moans and cries. I let her use it. If it means that her orgasm will shatter her, I will let her do as she pleases. I stop to kiss her inner thigh, smearing her wetness there. She moves my shirt away from her face, opens her eyes, and dips her chin to look down at me. Her hair is undone, no longer in that messy bun, her eyes are darker than before if possible, she looks so beautiful. I am almost overwhelmed.

"Haruka, please don't stop."

I groan and bite down at her tender flesh, hard enough to leave a mark, soft enough to make her writhe under my mouth. "Tell me what you want."

She groans in frustration, and I can't help but smile against her skin. "Make me come."

Ah, there it was. Her wanton abandon, her need for me. She needs me to make her come, and I will. Goodness, I will make her scream my name so loudly… But first, I need to edge her more. I need to make her angry, frustrated. I move to her other thigh and bite again; this time, I lick her skin after biting it.

"Haruka," she sobs, now her hands are on her chest, touching herself, pulling onto her nipples through her dress, and I can do nothing but stare. She is breathtaking, and I almost forgot what I was doing until she locked her gorgeous cobalt eyes with mine. "Use your hands and tongue, please."

Anything for you, Michiru. I hook my arms under her thighs, scoot her closer to the edge of the island, and anchor her as I begin a slow tease. I lick her drenched folds, slip my tongue inside her opening and pull away enough to slip my index and middle finger inside of her.

Her gasp for air is the most beautiful musical note I've ever heard. I wait for her to get used to the new intrusion before I curl my fingers inside of her and rub the top side of her walls. My lips move to suck on her clit, and all I can see is my dearest wife's jaw slack as she tries to voice her pleasure. Her silent cries are fuel to keep going, to make her shudder and come.

"Ruka, please!" She shudders against me, and I hear her say the words please over and over again like the sweetest prayer and holy mantra.

Suddenly I feel the first waves of her orgasm ripple through her, her walls clench around my fingers, squeezing them. I help her ride that high. I don't stop stroking her. I don't stop licking and sucking her clit. I can feel her undoing herself against me as her cries leave that pretty little mouth of hers.

That mouth… fuck I might need that mouth on me soon. I need to come too…

I open my eyes when Michiru's hand pulls on my hair rather harshly. I knew she wanted me to stop, and so I did. I lifted my gaze to see her propped on one elbow, looking down at me with a smile painted on her lips and hooded eyes. A thin sheen of sweat outlines her skin, and I am thirsty again…

I kiss her thighs one more time before pulling her up to a seating position.

"You drugged me, didnt you?" She asks, grabbing my discarded shirt and pressing it to her cheek. "There is no way…."

"I have another flask. You can wear it and use it as an experiment…" I sigh and kiss her parted lips, letting her taste herself in my mouth.

She cups my face, relishing in the kiss before pulling back and staring at me through hooded eyes. Her mouth spread into a playful smirk. "Go get it."

I laugh. "What about the pizza?"

"Go. get. the. perfume."