“—Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”
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He squints his eyes at her, sniffling his own skin and pouting. Dante didn't smell sweet, at all. If anything, there was a scent of aftershave on him. Nuzzling against her cheek, the Nephilim rubbed the white patch of hair, though the motions were a little clumsy since she had an embrace on him. "Pretty sure I smell like cheap perfume or something...", he chuckled, hands sliding down to rest at the inside of her shorts, right at the back of her rear. "Did you miss me much?"
“—Regardless, you smell sweet.”
Contact of one’s posterior ascended an abrupt intake of the atmosphere, henceforth, the glaze of a vermillion tint layered over the freckled exterior. Dip of the medium’s gesture of contentment did not cease in it’s sincerity.
“Much. As always.”
The Nephilim went up to the medium and wrapped his arms around her waist, pecking her freckled cheeks and then the star resting upon her forehead. Nuzzling against Kat's face, making sniffling sounds and chuckling. "I was smelling something sweet and then I found you."
Stifled giggles departed from flanges accordingly, for intimate presses applied onto the features of her countenance. Sleeves enclosed about his neck as she returned the favor with significant tenderness, adorning his skin in kisses with the halt upon his brow.
“You’re certain? It seems that—”
In which she took the action to bury her visage within the curvature of his neck, inhaling his scent in depth to give appreciation.
“—The scent is radiating from you, and at its strongest.”