"I always sense you." for un_love_you
Mab sighed, starting to force herself out of bed before collapsing back to the bed to snuggle into the pillow Bobby had used the night before. She took a breath and smiled as the first layer of scent rose to meet her. His shampoo, masculine and pleasant if slightly chemical, she could probably pick out the different components to the perfume, but it wasn’t the interesting part. Another breath and the next layer of scent came, the oil from his hair, faint and slightly animal. Just below it was sweat, salty and associated with very pleasant moments alone together. A final breath and she got to the scent she’d been seeking beyond all the others, one that everyone had but she’d only ever been able to explain to other Fae. It was a scent of a person’s being, who they were to their core. Taking in Bobby’s, she smile and found the energy to rise and face the day.
She could feel every inch of the soft warn cotton tee shirt brushing and caressing her skin, teasing. The lace and satin of her bra and panties almost would have been distracting, if she hadn’t been used to even worse and more complicated under things. The denim of her jeans was rough against her skin, pleasant in an odd fashion, better protection. Grain from the hardwood floor was distinct beneath her feet as she snuck up behind Bobby, arms encircling his waist. She could feel the soft and hard of him, his heat searing against her skin, his individual hairs as she nuzzled his neck. The pulse of his heart running through the blood vessels of his skin was distinct, that moment when it sped up until he realized who was holding him. A shift in the flow of blood as she kissed his neck, focusing a little lower. And it sped under her touch as she bit his shoulder.
Mab wasn’t really paying attention as she sat in the park. Just relaxing in the warm air, eyes unfocused. Movement brought focus and attention as she watched Bobby cross the way. Took a moment for color to shift back in. Details were never quite as sharp as those moments of black and white when the predator brain kicked in. She gave herself a few minutes of the Sight, watching Bobby’s normal specter of Death following him, darker and more threatening for the moment. She wouldn’t mention it, just as she never mentioned it. Settling into what she always thought of as her ‘human’ sight, she watched him approach. Truthfully, given her efforts to understand differences in biology, she knew colors were brighter for her, that they didn’t get the infrared or ultraviolet that was so clear to her. And of course, there was the fact that she could see magic. Much like certain scents, there was no good way to explain how she saw it. Like colors, or light, but without disrupting the other images she saw. Almost like another sense entirely, but it was sight, she couldn’t see it when her eyes were closed. And Bobby now trailed a cold, blue, black, white cloud of magic, heavier and thicker since Ti had changed the link. And his own black red cloud of blood magic that he didn’t even know of. Something else she wasn’t going to tell him. Not yet. She just smiled, glad to see him.
The walls in Mab’s home office where paper thin. Not literally, for all that she could and that it would be interesting, but they let outside sound pass in like there was nothing there to stop it at all. When she had been alone, it had been a safety measure, allowing her to hear whatever occurred within the private apartments, be it assassin or lover who didn’t take a hint and leave. After Brennan, it became a matter of his safety, given that she was the only adult in the home. Now, it was a matter of comfort. The fast but deep beat of Moonlight’s doggy heart. The two rapid and lighter heart beats of Brennan and Annika, each as distinct as the sounds they made playing and living. The slowest heartbeat in the apartment was the fuller sound of an adult’s heart, Bobby. She heard it over the sounds of their home that she knew all too well. Over the sounds of him walking up behind her to put his arms around her waist.
Even after she had brushed her teeth so it shined and so that there wasn’t a hint of chocolate on her breath, Mab could taste the M&M pancakes from the morning. Refined sugar and flour, cocoa powder, dye agents, corn syrup, milk, eggs. She remembering reading once that humans found the fact that dogs didn’t smell ‘cookies’ as a whole but as it component parts surprising. She was surprised they couldn’t taste them. Though, she could taste the whole and find the art in it. Even if she liked the taste of him better. The salty tang of his sweat, the safe iron of his blood, his kisses that she was at a complete loss to describe. And now she had just licked her lips in front of the entire court with what, no doubt, was a look they knew all too well. Brilliant.
She could feel every inch of the soft warn cotton tee shirt brushing and caressing her skin, teasing. The lace and satin of her bra and panties almost would have been distracting, if she hadn’t been used to even worse and more complicated under things. The denim of her jeans was rough against her skin, pleasant in an odd fashion, better protection. Grain from the hardwood floor was distinct beneath her feet as she snuck up behind Bobby, arms encircling his waist. She could feel the soft and hard of him, his heat searing against her skin, his individual hairs as she nuzzled his neck. The pulse of his heart running through the blood vessels of his skin was distinct, that moment when it sped up until he realized who was holding him. A shift in the flow of blood as she kissed his neck, focusing a little lower. And it sped under her touch as she bit his shoulder.
Mab wasn’t really paying attention as she sat in the park. Just relaxing in the warm air, eyes unfocused. Movement brought focus and attention as she watched Bobby cross the way. Took a moment for color to shift back in. Details were never quite as sharp as those moments of black and white when the predator brain kicked in. She gave herself a few minutes of the Sight, watching Bobby’s normal specter of Death following him, darker and more threatening for the moment. She wouldn’t mention it, just as she never mentioned it. Settling into what she always thought of as her ‘human’ sight, she watched him approach. Truthfully, given her efforts to understand differences in biology, she knew colors were brighter for her, that they didn’t get the infrared or ultraviolet that was so clear to her. And of course, there was the fact that she could see magic. Much like certain scents, there was no good way to explain how she saw it. Like colors, or light, but without disrupting the other images she saw. Almost like another sense entirely, but it was sight, she couldn’t see it when her eyes were closed. And Bobby now trailed a cold, blue, black, white cloud of magic, heavier and thicker since Ti had changed the link. And his own black red cloud of blood magic that he didn’t even know of. Something else she wasn’t going to tell him. Not yet. She just smiled, glad to see him.
The walls in Mab’s home office where paper thin. Not literally, for all that she could and that it would be interesting, but they let outside sound pass in like there was nothing there to stop it at all. When she had been alone, it had been a safety measure, allowing her to hear whatever occurred within the private apartments, be it assassin or lover who didn’t take a hint and leave. After Brennan, it became a matter of his safety, given that she was the only adult in the home. Now, it was a matter of comfort. The fast but deep beat of Moonlight’s doggy heart. The two rapid and lighter heart beats of Brennan and Annika, each as distinct as the sounds they made playing and living. The slowest heartbeat in the apartment was the fuller sound of an adult’s heart, Bobby. She heard it over the sounds of their home that she knew all too well. Over the sounds of him walking up behind her to put his arms around her waist.
Even after she had brushed her teeth so it shined and so that there wasn’t a hint of chocolate on her breath, Mab could taste the M&M pancakes from the morning. Refined sugar and flour, cocoa powder, dye agents, corn syrup, milk, eggs. She remembering reading once that humans found the fact that dogs didn’t smell ‘cookies’ as a whole but as it component parts surprising. She was surprised they couldn’t taste them. Though, she could taste the whole and find the art in it. Even if she liked the taste of him better. The salty tang of his sweat, the safe iron of his blood, his kisses that she was at a complete loss to describe. And now she had just licked her lips in front of the entire court with what, no doubt, was a look they knew all too well. Brilliant.