Wicked Wednesday #336 - Scent

Eliza woke up, and basked in the scent of their home.
Home was now her new apartment, with her scent mingled with that of her husband’s.
When she and Rafe broke up, the last painful breakup in which she gave him back his ring and moved out. In which she had an accident, and he had had to care for her. In which he met his former fiancee Ingrid, but started to see her again…
Eliza had grown used to her own scent and Rafe’s scent only when he stayed over which was often enough, but not enough for his scent to be permeated inside the apartment for their mingled scent to smell like home.
But now that Rafe lived with her here, it smelled like home. Being married was incomparable to living together. It was not just a piece of paper for her, it was something special and precious and sacred. Every time she looked at her left ring finger, she remembered how special the decision was that had been made on the Day of the Dead to get married a week later. When she said yes to him, each day they were not married felt unbearable.
Being married was amazing, Rafe was now flesh and blood to her. He was water turned to blood, similar to communion in the Catholic Church.
Waking up beside him, the sheets smelled like them—of their intimacy and their slumber. She liked how he smelled first thing in the morning, loved the scent of his warmth. The two of them together was the scent of home. It was not pheromones or anything like that, it was just their closeness and connection.
They were home…

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