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The scent of rain hung in the air. He knew it was natural: her rain was more pure than the acid filled water from New York City. Suddenly, a sound, some one approaching He sniffed the air again. Her. He didn't turn around. He knew she would not have come to him unless she had a reason.
I saw him, his familiar scent of leather and sweat intermingling with the smell of nature. I knew that he was aware of my presence. He didn't know when someone was around him, and he rarely gave anyone the opportunity to see his back. This is odd; he never lets anyone behind him this long. "Is there something I can do for ya' darlin?'' His rough voice startled me, and it took a minute to process the question. "No. I was just walking this way and saw you." He turned and faced me. He had a wolfish grin, as if he knew that I had only come out because I knew he was out here. I gasped silently as I watched him get up and start to approach. He looked at me. "Scared?" I just shook my head, not able to tell him how just watching the muscles bunch when he moves or how his eyes were enough to freeze me like a deer freezes at the sight of headlights. He laughed: "You don't have to lie; I can smell the fear on you."
I had just lied. I didn't know if what I smelled was fear or… something else altogether. To be honest, her whole smell was intoxicating: like fresh flowers and summer rain in the Canadian Rockies, pure and wonderful. I stiffened. Her smell had just changed. Something new was in the scent, something potent, and something not fear, something unexpected. Desire. I sniffed the air. It was now mixing in with the natural scent of rain and plant life, her status as weather witch making the plants mimic her natural scent. I looked at her. She seemed to be quickly regaining her composure. I sniffed again. The scent of her was distracting.
He was staring at me like a starving man stares at a twenty-course meal, and the way he kept sniffing at the air made me uncomfortable. It was like he could smell my thoughts. I fidgeted, suddenly forgetting the words I had planned to say, and so I waited for him to start. "You gonna start talkin' or do I have to guess your thoughts?" I jumped at the harshness in his tone. I was about to ask if I had done something to offend him when I saw something in his eyes, and what I saw scared me. I saw need, an animalistic type of need, a raging need and a rampant hunger. It scared me because I had only ever seen anything like it in his eyes when he used to look at Jean before her wedding. I saw his need now towards me and it scared me.
I sniffed the air again I smelled fear. Not the fear that drives you to run away but the uncertain fear that comes when you don't understand something but still, the fear confused me, I could still smell her desire, it permeated from her like the smell of an entire field of flowers in full bloom at the same time so her fear was unexpected to say the least So I asked her "What are you scared of darlin'?" She seemed startled by my question as if I had read her mind I chuckled silently to myself it was a habit that I had picked up from Charlie a while back his moral qualms made it so he didn't often invade an involuntary mind but he makes a lot of really good guesses.
"How does he do that?" I asked myselfmarveling at his uncanny ability to guess peoples thoughts, He looked at me confused he of course has no way of knowing that I had just asked myself the same question. "I am scared of nothing" I replied arrogantly "and I am certainly not afraid of you" he chuckles to himself, "How often do you need to be reminded Ro?" he asked chidingly "Enhanced senses are one of my more useful talents" I groaned quietly "Damn the man and his nose!" I cursed inside of my head for a few more moments then it came to me "He's smelled everything?" I groan again this time from embarrassment "He's smelt everything?! Oh goddess grant me a quick death!" I looked at him expecting to find a mocking smile or some form of judgment but one glance into his shocking blue eyes and I was as stunned as if I had been hit by a train My desire was matched by his. It showed in his eyes.
I smile at the look of embarrassment she gives me and I try with all of my might to think of something to say, but looking at her beauty, words fail me.
He's staring again, His gaze is riveting, diverting and, utterly mind boggling "Why doesn't he say any thing?" and then suddenly, he does.
"'Ro' darlin"