Pairing: Ruby/Sapphire, Franticshipping
Words: 260
Scent
"Ah swear, Ruby!" She's frozen for a few seconds, in horror as her face steadily turns deeper shades of red. "It's not what it looks like!"
"I think it is," he replies, looking her up and down. His face is stoic, and not even his voice is giving anything away. He grips the lapels of his coat, hands dangerously close to her near bare skin. "You've finally crossed to the fashionable side!" He's so giddy, it's amusing and disgusting all at the same time.
"Sorry, Ruby." Sapphire shakes her head, almost overwhelmed with relief. "Not even close."
"Then, why are you wearing my jacket?" His grip on the lapels tightens, and he pulls her close.
Sapphire leans back, the close proximity making her uncomfortable. Resisting the urge to slap the smirk off his face, she settles for punching him in the gut. She turns from the doubled over Ruby, attempting to calm her blush. "It smells nice." She brings the collar to her face, savoring the musky yet sweet scent.
Ruby slowly rises to his full height, grabbing a section of his jacket. "It smells like me." He smirks. "I didn't know you were into that kind of thing."
Sapphire flinches, blush once again at full strength, and she resists the urge to knock him out. "Wrong again."
Ruby once again grips the lapels, tightening his grip when she tries to turn away. "You know." He mutters, his breath tickling her nose. "Lying is bad."
"You stupid priss," Sapphire barely manages to whisper, before he closes the distance between them.