[ It's not all imagination; trace smoke scent lingers in the fibres that tend to snag on these things. Some of it is innate to his magical ability, evoking embers and volcanic ash. Some of it is past cigarettes.
Equally, there is a sensory fineness to the scent carried in Benevenuta's hair and clothing, on her skin, that draws him in. It is feminine and intimate and nothing he is very familiar with, but decides he likes it very much--
She bites him. He makes a sound that implies he likes that too.
It does make the kiss stop, mouth hovered close to hers, his hand sliding up into her hair worn loose, contemplatively letting his fingers curl through it. Considering her, pale eyes brighter for proximity. ]
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Equally, there is a sensory fineness to the scent carried in Benevenuta's hair and clothing, on her skin, that draws him in. It is feminine and intimate and nothing he is very familiar with, but decides he likes it very much--
She bites him. He makes a sound that implies he likes that too.
It does make the kiss stop, mouth hovered close to hers, his hand sliding up into her hair worn loose, contemplatively letting his fingers curl through it. Considering her, pale eyes brighter for proximity. ]