Taste That Lasts Forever
I never had scent kink, at least not until three months ago. Not until a little after I was turned that night.
Not until I found my mate.
I close my eyes against the warm glow of the vanilla scented candles and try to relax with my head resting against the edge of the tub as I sink lower into the soothingly hot water. The water is just the right temperature I need for my tired bones, aching muscles and still fresh wounds.
Just the right temperature for a bath after a full moon night.
I eagerly wait for that one scent to grace my frenzied senses and cloud them into syrupy oblivion, masking the chaos of the other scents around me that fight for dominance over my olfactory cells. But they too know which one will win in the end.
So I sigh and wait, trying not to get agitated by the burning smell of smoke and wax that overpower the vanilla, the coppery, salty smell of blood on my skin and the lingering, unwelcome smell of wolfsbane that I can still taste at the back of my throat.
But just then, finally, finally the door opens and my face splits into a tired but giddy grin. It’s not the sound of the door opening or of footsteps that tell me he’s here. Harry always makes sure not to make any sudden sounds, knowing how jumpy I get due to unexpected auditory impulses.
No, it’s the scent. The scent I can pick from miles away. One that I can never get enough of - the addictive, heavenly scent I didn’t know I had around me until I did. The fruity, plumy aroma that drives me wild with lust even when I’m very much human.
The beautiful, thick, heady sweetness that coats my senses like a soft but surprisingly strong shield, warding them against the ugliness of the outside world.
The scent that makes me feel good about who I am.
Slippery and balmy and intoxicating – like a liquid, like mist spreading thick and heavy in the air as he moves closer – a smooth, velvety weight on my prickling skin.
Like plums crushed and simmered in glittering sugar for hours – rich, pure and bottled all in one person.
Like a new summer after a long winter.
Like a new life. A tangy-sweet life.
Like Harry. My Harry.
Like home.