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A gray overcast hung overhead. The overwhelming scent of rain had begun to invade her sinuses and it hadn’t even fallen yet. It was still in the clouds, waiting to come down and kiss the earth. But there was this- this subtle hint of warm vanilla with underlining tones of leather that had managed to creep into her nasal cavities. Teresa. The scent of The Slayer, the scent of her lover...the scent that could bottled and sold for millions if it were possible.
Fuck.
The werewolf swung her head, dipping it low, casting her gaze down onto the dead leaves beneath her feet while her arms remained locked around the other woman’s neck. A brief, airy chuckle broke past her lips that soon twisted and turned into a smirk. “I missed you.”













