Juno's Favorite Body Wash Leaves Them Smelling Like Hazelnut, Chocolate And Vanilla. Other Days, They

Juno's favorite body wash leaves them smelling like hazelnut, chocolate and vanilla. Other days, they smell like chemicals from cleaning.

It was then Juno caught a whiff of the vulpines scent. Huh. They could smell cinnamon, yet there was another note that they couldn't quite identify. Whatever it was, they found it intoxicating. For a moment, they wondered if sweating could enhance that scent. Soon, the mortician found propped themselves onto their tip topes. Peony pink lips hovering mere centimeters from his own. " I bet you'll bite a nice chunk out of my ass 'soon as I turn around. " Cue a soft giggle. " You did say you'd pick me plum clean given the chance, right? "

❝ yew wontin’ ta be a pigeon jus ta shit on me made d’ja a freak in that first place. ❞ a chuckle , teeth sharp like a fox in the fields huntin’ adorable lil sheeps , ❝ les go two for two on tha freak scale , go for broke an’ see ’f we can make err’body uncomfortable. how many different ways can i ask ya turn yer head tha other way so I can strip ya down ta yer sweet meats , darlin’ ? ❞

Well well well — looks like the fox was caught underestimating his prey. Now, they could say something like I’m not a sheep! However, that is exactly what a little sheepy would bleet back. No — they had to be convincing. Without skipping a beat, Juno grabbed onto the man’s cheeks; sinking their teeth into his bottom lip. Feeling the warm crimson dribbling down their chin only coaxed them to bite harder.

❝ a’course , ain't yew say ya jus’ might like it ? ❞ he answered quick. there wasn't any reason , nor did he care for , lyin’. he knew by the look on her face she was fully aware of herself and the possibilities of him making due. why pretend she didn't ? why pretend he wouldn't ? lips red as blood covered rose thorns stretched thin to a grin that just kept on spreadin’ til the edges were sharp as the edges of a blade. ❝ yer not bein’ a very careful li’l sheepy. yer scent t’is like prey. ❞ he sharply sucked on his teeth , hues rollin’ closed up on inhale. ❝ smell awful guud. what ’f I decide ’at ass smell fine ’nough ta try ? ❞

hey (with the intention of slow dancing in the kitchen together)

" Stop it! You're being evil!"

"you're so cute when you blush like that."

" That sounds like the perfect date night in. " At home, huh. " Give me a second. " Jett stood up, making her way to the bathrooms. She was able to contain a goofy grin until she rounded the corner. That's when she let herself gush, hands covering her face while she squeaked. Over the course of them dating, she has been staying the night more and more. Recently her team's research trip was extended. Meaning she would have to even pay more to stay at the hotel she was currently living in. Kentaro had been offering to let her stay at his place. Yet she hesitated at first because her boss already paid for her room. Now that she has to find her own accommodations, why not accept her boyfriend's offer? They have been dating for a few months now.

From an outside perspective, that sounds batshit. Esentially living with a guy after only a few months of dating. First, the circumstances are unique. Second, this woman is head over heels for this man. Logic isn't exactly playing a role here.

It's only been a week or so since she officially moved in. So when he calls it home in his lovely voice, she immediately gets butterflies. It almost feels like they're becoming serious. Not that she had any clue how to navigate dating. In fact, this has been her most serious relationship. Deep breathe. Take too long, and he'll think you fell in.

Patting her flushed cheeks, she shakes off her girlish glee to head back to Kentaro.

"i don't think they'll mind." he gave her a reassuring smile. kentaro was also getting a headache. "we can enjoy it at home and maybe do some much needed relaxing. watch some television. a bath?" speaking with the cook, he was having it boxed up instead of plated.