Moddy Post: Ship War
I'm throwing out the rules for the next couple of days, because I've been wanting to do this again for a while as it was so much fun last time. Now that the Pentathlon and most gift exchanges are over, it seemed like a good idea, and I thought it might liven up the quietness of LJ a little bit too.
We're gonna have another Ship WarThe winner will ( Read more... )
We're gonna have another Ship WarThe winner will ( Read more... )
It can't be the clothes. There isn't enough cloth for the clothes to smell. Which immediately rules out detergent.
It isn't perfume. He had tried to buy some for her, and she just gave him one of her odd smiles and put it back on the shelf.
He thought he caught the smell without her once, at a lab. But she can't smell like soldering tools and electricity.
Generally, when it's just the two of them, her skin smells of sweat and sex and a delightful host of pheromones. He knows that smell, and what he catches isn't that.
When he buries his nose in her hair, he thinks he might have it figured out. Perfect platinum blonde curls? They can't be completely natural. She must use product. Gaius doesn't hold this against her, he has his own cabinet in one of his bathrooms dedicated to holding everything that will keep his hair fabulous.
To keep that perfect style, even after a tussle in his bed, it must be product. Some kind of seal in the curl hairspray.
That must be what the smell is.
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