If you asked Simon what would heaven smell like, he would say it would smell like you; pure, sweet, delicious, he couldn’t get enough.

Simon was surrounded by some of the most masculine men at work, soldiers, it was age to say that they didn’t exactly smell heavenly. The base smelled of cologne, sweat, testosterone, cigarettes,and just over all men. It’s all he would smell for days or months at a time. So it was no surprise that the scent of men and testosterone was basically penetrated into his nose; everywhere he went its all he could smell the grocery store, his flat, his daily jogs, etc.

When he was finally home, the moment he opens the door nostrils are purified from all the masculine smells and instead blessed by the pure nectar of your scent, he swears it makes him weak in the knees every time.

He immediately drops his duffle bag onto the entrance floor and tosses the keys into the bowl before his boots stomped through the entrance hall towards the living room where you laid on your phone. Your head raises from your phone “welcome ho—“ before you could finish he immediately plopped down on top of you.

He pulls off his mask and tosses it to the ground this way he could smell all of you without anything getting in the way or masking your scent. He buries his face into the nape of your neck causing shivers to run throughout your body from his deep inhales through his nose and deep exhales with soft ’ah’s as if he felt refreshed now, trying to cleanse his scent palette.