leon kennedy x wife!reader : none
she was a woman of habit. she did the same routine each day. maybe the products changed, but the scents were all similar. she always smelt of vanilla, especially when she was fresh out of the shower.
she had just exited their bathroom, just in her panties and a stolen shirt, still brushing her hair.
"do you wanna go out for milkshakes? i want a milkshake," she stated, wandering to turn on her little candle warmer on her nightstand.
when she approached the bed, he got a whiff of her. she smelt like vanilla icing. she reeked of it.
"whatever you wanna do, honey," he whispered, hand reaching over to grab her thigh, tugging her onto the bed.
"or maybe you can just make me one," she stated, tossing her hair brush aside.
"in a few minutes," he muttered, shoving his nose into her chest. she smelt so good, so much like herself. sure, he had met other women that smelt like vanilla, but it was never the same as her.
she laughed, fingers running through his hair.
"you're getting gray hairs," she teased.
"i wonder who's causing them..." he retorted gently, nose brushing against the base of her neck.
"people at work?" she asked.
"yeah, honey," he replied softly. leon knew well she was playing stupid, but he was too busy memorizing her scent once again to care.
little drabble bc i got a new body scrub and i lwk smell like vanilla heaven rn