Digital Devil Saga, Heat/Argilla, a womanly scent (and what did that mean?)
Argilla smells like gunpowder and oil and leather, but she smells like something else too.
It hangs around her, deepest in the hollows of her body, traces of perfume in the hair, stronger when she uncrosses her legs and sweet at the hollow of her throat. He's been in contact with her enough that he can recognize it in her skin, could probably track her by that alone.
When he grabs her shoulder, too-rough, she whirls to face him in surprise and her eyes are wide open, dark with surprise. Her mouth is soft and parted; he drags her closer, presses a thumb against her lower lip as her eyes narrow, and wants even as he isn't exactly sure what he wants to even, on deeper level what this 'want' is.
Hunger he's more familiar with, and when he presses his mouth to hers he's not sure what's supposed to happen; it's alien from the intent to devour, driving him on in the curve of her hip and swell of her breast, the arch of her back even as she freezes against him, taut muscle reminding him that lesser mass or no Argilla is a more-than-fair fighter when pushed.
Instead her hand fists in his hair and she pulls him closer, opening her mouth with clumsy instinct. She doesn't taste enough like blood, which aggravates him; he growls into her mouth and she yanks her fistful of hair and he hauls her up, her thighs on either side of his hips as she gasps and wraps her legs around him. He buries his face against the curve of her shoulder to let her gasp for air and stumbles forward, her spine smacking concrete. She bites him for it, the blunt edge of teeth making him growl and jerk in instinctual recoil. Agni surfaces just a little, hanging him on the hair thin edge of instinct.
He goes to his knees in front of her, following the scent, and for a second they are close to combat, his mouth near delicate skin setting off alarms, and then he presses his face between her legs and she bucks, head falling back. He drowns in her smell as he opens his mouth to taste.