Got out of the shower, went over to write a fanfiction, and what do you know, this new shampoo smelt like spices! Thus this fanfiction was born. That's my story. This is what I get for listening to the Nana opening theme too much… anyways, please review!
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He hadn't noticed it until she had bent down to retrieve a nail, one autumn afternoon with the morning air filtering through an open window and the sunlight projecting a kaleidoscope of corals against the pale wall.
Her hair smelt of spice; sweet, exotic flavors, a light, teasing fragrance that stood hard against the musty scent of the house. Slightly floral, it was indeed a smell of spring, which made him admire her optimism.
When she brought her head up and offered a look of question at his glance, he blurt out, "lavender."
And when she realized what he was referring to she smiled, her worn lips tilting up in the corners, azure eyes dancing. "Just lavender?" It was an innocent enough question, her orbs averting to his damaged arm, and hands beginning to work at replacing the omitting parts.
He shook his head, quickly adding in the things he could name in her scent. "Cinnamon, thyme, rosemary, nutmeg, and…"
Crap. Shouldn't have said that.
She laughed. A small, tinkling laugh, her eyes joining in the chorus as her hand swept the beads of sweat from her forehead, other resting on his left arm.
Why hadn't he noticed how beautiful she was, with her blond hair tickling his skin and tumbling down her back, and her slim waist, petite feet curling in the midst of her giggles?
Perhaps she had become more than a friend overnight, or perhaps it had been longer…
But from that day on, she would always associate herself with lavender, and on the odd day he could smell the same spices being added to their meals, the untold story behind it never spoken of.
And he would never be the one to admit how her lips tasted.
