Something in Common
crescentmoonrider said: For the femslash thing…. Jade and Terezi. First meeting. Terezi smells Jade and is smelled back. Jade is the first person to ever smell back.
Prompts are open. How could I refuse such a sweet request? I hope I do your raft justice. :)
She smells like a mowed meadow and the branches you used to hop between, with a hint of Nepeta’s Lusus shaking out its fur after the rain, and a metallic edge like you sucked your lucky coin too long and it got stuck all through the cavities in your head. All of it wraps into a sense of colours and life that lingers in front of you, a clear concept of her without needing an image, a vivid reality you don’t need to see.
You grin and press your tongue to the back of your teeth, itching to lick her and make all her fur stand on end, even if you said you wouldn’t. It would be so great just to mess her up and fill your mouth with everything that’s thick in your nose-
-Nose. Nose sounds. Sniffling. Snuffling.
You tense and your nose twitches like it’s hearing the common call of its kind, your ears straining to check you weren’t imagining it as the scent of ozone and grass shifts closer.
Then Jade sniffs right next to your face, and you gasp so loud she jumps back in surprise.
“Oh- I- Sorry! Sorry!” Her voice squeaks with a little embarrassment, the blur of scents that forms her in your mind shifting away. “It’s a bad habit, really, I’ve done it since- Well it’s been a while, sometimes I forget-!”
“What do I smell like?”
You interrupt her, and though her confusion is clear to all your blazing olfactory system, there are way more important things to deal with.
“What do I smell like?”
“Um.” Jade creeps forwards, leaning in until you can feel the wash of her warmth and then sniffing carefully up your cheek. Your grin is stretching it wide, tongue lashing over your lips as you fight back the urge to slurp up her face as the smell of it grows strong and clear. No! No. You need to find out.
“Like, uh. Chalk.” She hesitates, snuffling towards your ear. “You smell like dew, like a morning. And like when water dries in the sun and it’s all in the air. And… like hemp. Rope.”
“Perfect.” You’re bouncing, cane tap-tap-tapping an excited beat. “Perfect. You’re a meadow and a fuzzy Lusus and a big chunk of metal or- ooooh, maybe a big pool of blood-”
“Let’s stay with metal,” Jade decides hurriedly. “A meadow sounds nice.”
“You smell nice. And you smell, nice!” You cackle at your own joke, and you’re pleased when she doesn’t pull back so far. “What do the others smell like? Have you smelled them? We should smell them-”
Excitement overtakes you and you lunge, dragging your tongue straight up her cheek. She splutters, flails you away, but then she just snorts, snickers, lets out a guffaw and wipes her face clean.
“They did want us to find something in common, I guess!” Jade lowers her voice conspiratorially, and oh, you feel pity stirring in you. “We should start with Karkat. I bet he smells like seafood.”
“Let’s find out!”
You seize her arm and she squeezes your hand to her side, and her smile smells like the deadliest sunshine.
This, this right here, is the start of something that smells wonderful.
THIS IS SO CUTE THOUGH
