The Feminine Touch
Hanging up his coat, Jack sniffed the air of his apartment, trying to work out what the smell was. It was… flowery. He didn't have flowers in his apartment. At least, he hadn't last time he'd checked. So what was it? That was when he heard the faint sound of water in the bathroom and he carefully moved over to the door, taking hold of the handle and yanked it open.
Syd looked back at him, seemingly not at all surprised by his sudden appearance. "Hi, Jack."
"Syd," he replied. "What are you doing?"
"Brightening up the apartment," she said cheerfully, rearranging the flowers in the vase. Vase? He didn't even have one of those.
"Flowers?"
"Gardenia," she agreed. "I was thinking they could go in the main room by the window, bring some colour in."
"Ah--" All he could do was watch as Syd waltzed past him, vase in hand.
"There," she said in satisfaction. "Isn't that better?"
"Fine," he said dazedly.
Her face fell. "You don't like it."
"No, really, it's fine," he replied hurriedly. "I'm just not used to… flowers."
She smiled. "Flowers can make all the difference, Jack. You'll see. Anyway, I didn't just come over because of the flowers."
"Oh?" He smirked slightly. Now this direction he could happily enjoy.
"Mm hm. You have plans for tonight?"
Kissing her and lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, Jack fumbled for the bedroom door. "I do now."