For Love & Perfume

He handed her the object he held loosely in one hand. She looked at it confused and them back up at him. 

"Tell me how much you love me."

She opened her mouth to speak but before any words could spill from her lips, he held his hand up to stop her.

"No," he said emphatically and grabbed her hand, the one holding the object he had given her, "Tell me how much you love me."

She frowned, frustrated and confused.  He poked again at her hand and she dutifully raised it to examine the object closer. It looked like a fat pencil, capped with a flimsy plastic cover. She slowly uncapped it and was hit by a tartly sweet scent of lemons and summer. She looked up at him, understanding dawning in her eyes.

He nodded, smiling encouragingly. Then, slowly, almost awkwardly, he pulled his shirt off. She watched mesmerized. Looking into her eyes, his hands dropped to unbuckle and unzip his pants, slowly sliding them down his legs. His underwear followed soon afterwards. For a long moment, they started at each other, hers wide, pupils blown wide in lust, his crinkled with emotion and nerves. He licked his lips then lay face down on the bed, shutting his eyes, his fingers twitching at his side and waited for her.

Slowly, she walked to the bed as if in a dream and knelt next to him. She looked at the perfume stick in her hands. She dipped it towards the broad muscles on his back and when the cool tip touched his skin, he let out a quiet shudder, the muscles spasming underneath his skin. A small gasp hung in the air.

Tentatively, she started writing on his skin, then gaining confidence, she wrote faster and faster, the words and images spilling out of her. It was all the things she wanted to tell him but could never say out loud.  It was all the things she thought about him, but could never put in words. Faster and faster, more and more passionately, the perfume stick glided smoothly over the skin, first across his back, then down his legs, along his sides, over his broad shoulders and down his arm to each twitching finger, even in the sensitive places of his exposed neck. She wrote frantically, writing out in invisible aromatic lines, the emotions carved deep into her heart. 

The pressure built up in the room, quiet groans and panting breaths rebounded off the dingy motel room walls, until with strangled moan, the man jerked and the girl collapsed exhausted next to him, the tendrils of her hair sticking damply to the curve of her cheeks from her exertions. They lay there quietly in the aftermath, breaths puffing out, and the sweet tangy scent of perfume rising thickly into the air.