Ask Anon, and you shall receive.
Based on my post about Ominis outing his feelings accidentally when muggle born MC distills their own perfume and he thinks it's amortentia. No proof reading, we die like men.
Ominis can hear the clinking of bottles and the fizzle of steam and fire faintly from within the Undercroft as Sebastian brushes past him, on his way out.
"What are they making?" Ominis asks, trying to catch Sebastian before he exits.
"Not sure but it smells amazing."
Ominis navigates his way deeper trying to locate a chair though he quickly realizes they have pushed everything out of the way in favor of a long table that he can vaguely sense has tubes and vials littering it as he waves his wand in its direction.
"Oh, Ominis," they say from their perch half standing half resting on a tall stool. "What brings you in? Hope you're OK with a little distraction. I'm afraid I drove Sebastian away already."
"I'm sure I can manage, so long as you can tell me where all the furniture has run off to," Ominis says leaning against the far end of the table.
"Yes, I pushed it all out over there," they gesture in a direction. There's a pregnant pause and they glance at Ominis's outstretched hand. "Oh bollocks!" They fish a sickle out of their pocket and drop it into his palm. There's the sound of dragging furniture as they lazily cast to bring a couch out of the corner of the room.
Ominis takes a seat, ear trained on them still trying to deduce what they could be brewing without seeming too interested. He can hear the heat go higher as steam begins to rise from their basin.
As it brews further, a languid scent starts to fill the room. He hears them cast glacius on some part of the concoction as he tries to place the scent.
Floral roses and lithe lavender are among the notes, with something a little earthy, a root perhaps. He stays in the comfortable silence for a bit longer before suddenly he is able to place the scent. It's them. It smells like them. A blush creeps up his neck, he can feel the heat crawling across his skin. He can only hope it is not as stark as Sebastian has pointed it out to be in the past. He stretches his arm out across the back of the couch, hoping to hide in the collar of his shirt but this action brings the exact attention he was trying to avoid.
"The scent is pretty strong I imagine, especially since you have such sensitive senses. I suppose I should have done this elsewhere," they say, thinking him uncomfortable.
"I'm surprised at you really," Ominis says before he can really stop himself. "I do hope you're not planning on selling that to anyone."
"I might, I haven't decided quite yet. Seems a good way to make quick money and my broom could use a repair. Though I might keep it to myself still," they say casually.
"And what use would you have for it? What with half our year enamored with you already," Ominis can feel the heat rising past his neck, burning at the skin of his ears and cheeks. He nearly groans at how jealous he sounds to his own ears.
"I'm sure it's one of the reasons but I like to think it's my charm," they laugh.
"That's wholly irresponsible even for you," Ominis says at their admission, his eyebrows scrunching in disapproval. He makes his way closer, his lecture already brewing. "And to consider selling it even more so!"
He can hear them blinking hard as they try to find words, "Ominis exactly what do you think I'm making?"
Ominis falters at the playful lilt in their voice. A mistake has been made, he gathers. He must be positively scarlet from the way they laugh again.
"Its..is it not? It smells just-"
"Just like me?" They laugh again. "It's my perfume Ominis."
Ominis wishes the ground would swallow him whole as he hears whatever they were holding clink onto the surface of the table. He can hear the grin in their voice as they approach.
"Did you think I was brewing amortentia, Ominis?"
Ominis thinks if he died on the spot that might be alright. He tries to stammer an apology but they don't wait for him to find the words.
"Does amortentia smell like me to you, Ominis?" They're so close now he can feel the heat coming off their body and the fragrant steam that had made its home on their skin.
He presses his lips into a hard line and, though he cannot see them, casts his eyes downward.
"That's ok," they say quietly, brushing a finger against his hand. "It smells like you for me too."
Ominis lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding and leans forward until his forehead is touching theirs, his hand turning to capture their fingers between his own.
"Well, now I feel like a right git," ominis says, a bashful smile pulling at his lips.
"You're an idiot," they say before quickly pressing their lips to his, their fervor pushing him into the table he'd been leaning against. His left arm quickly comes up to encircle their waist and the other grips the edge of the table as their pushing against him almost causes him to have to sit.
They pull away, tugging slightly on his bottom lip with their teeth, "sorry."
But they don't sound sorry at all.
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