Her outfit ought to clue him in, those hard lines, kevlar and black leather, she hasn't worn that in years. But he's not really thinking right now, his instincts attuned to the vitality of the moment and getting to watch her turn and look at him.
She smells great, she always smells great, her presence normally a beacon to his senses, but here in this dingy alley she's a bonfire. The desire she's feeling rolls off in waves that hit him square in the chest when he inhales, matched and underscored by Scott's earthier scent.
For her it might have only been a few days, a week, he doesn't know, but for him it's been a year. He doesn't stop to think any more but moves forward, reaching out to draw her close.
"Jeannie, ain't you a sight for sore eyes."
As soon as he's near enough he takes hold of her jacket with one hand and lifts the other to sink into her hair, pulling her down so he can kiss her as thoroughly as he's wanted to for months.
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She smells great, she always smells great, her presence normally a beacon to his senses, but here in this dingy alley she's a bonfire. The desire she's feeling rolls off in waves that hit him square in the chest when he inhales, matched and underscored by Scott's earthier scent.
For her it might have only been a few days, a week, he doesn't know, but for him it's been a year. He doesn't stop to think any more but moves forward, reaching out to draw her close.
"Jeannie, ain't you a sight for sore eyes."
As soon as he's near enough he takes hold of her jacket with one hand and lifts the other to sink into her hair, pulling her down so he can kiss her as thoroughly as he's wanted to for months.