She'd gotten the perfume because it reminded her of him, a more feminine version of the cologne that he wore. Abigail sighs contentedly when he snuggles into her. Her fingers trace circles over his chest, finding him all the sexier for the bits of silver in the hair there.
Abigail stands suddenly and moves to his bathroom, returning with no makeup, her hair trailing over her shoulders. She's naked and makeup free, bare in every way in front of him. Moving closer, she crawls along the bed until she's curled up close once more, smiling to herself.