Title: Cologne
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: And she can't get enough of it. DL Oneshot. Companion piece to "Perfume."
A/N: Spoilers for Trapped and Zoo York (ha almost called it Zoo Babies lol)
He smells like apple cider and Central Park in the fall. Like the city streets after a late spring rain. Like a new leather jacket and Sunday breakfast. In other words, he smells good. She wishes sometimes, usually late at night, when their kids had been put to sleep, and they're laying in bed to together, that she could take his scent and bottle it up. She tells herself that it would make great cologne, and then she realizea she doesn't want anyone else with that particular smell, his smell.
She remembers all the times that she has gotten to smell his sweet scent.
She had smelled it the first day that she met him. He'd leaned over to tell her that Mac liked to be called 'sir' and she had gotten her first big lungful of his intoxicating scent. She had since convinced herself that that was the moment that she had first fallen in love with him.
She fortunately got another whiff of it the night that he was released from the panic room. She had gotten news from Mac, just before leaving the lab, that he had finally gotten out and she had gone to her apartment to wait for him, knowing that he would show up sooner or later (though she hoped that it would be sooner.) She had almost fallen asleep when she heard a soft tapping at her door. She'd known it was him before even lookingthrough the peephole. She had flung the door open and before she could stop herself, her body had somehow become possessed; she had launched herself at his chest, her arms winding around his neck. He'd caught her with an "Oof" of surprise and his own arms had slowly come around her waist. She had clung to him, breathing him in, trying to imprint the smell of him on her brain.
She had fallen asleep that night, after whispering how much she cared for him, breathing in the scent of him and listening to the beat of his heart.
She has smelled it everyday since then, when she wakes up in the morning, when she leans against his back as he makes breakfast in their kitchen. She has smelled it while working a crime scene, trying to keep her mind on collecting the evidence. She has smelled it when they're in bed, though it's slightly overpowered by the musk and sweat that permeates the air.
She smells it now, as she watches him rock their new baby girl, it lingers in the air as he sways back and forth with their child. It's all over their house, in every room. All over her.
And she can't get enough of it.
A/N: This went through several major rewrites. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed the other stories, it really means a lot. Thanks to Elainhe for inspiring me to update, because she's so flipping good at updating, I'm so jealous. Please review, it does the body good.