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Perfumes
"Athrun!"
First he noticed her perfume, a sweet, powdery scent that Lacus wouldn't be caught dead wearing. He could feel her body hot against his own, bare flesh pressing into stiff arms and it was all he could do to keep from showering her with kisses until she melted in his embrace.
But…
No.
Athrun pushed her away, her resulting crestfallen expression making him want to hurt himself. Badly. He had a girl waiting for him in Orb. He couldn't. Athrun just…couldn't.
Fiercely, he engulfed air still stained with her perfume, wishing he could gather it all in his arms.