Title: Smells like Home

Author: Bashipforever

Summary: Takes place near the end of Beauty and the Beasts (Btvs S3) Angel doesn’t know where he is but she’s here so it doesn’t matter.

Rated: G

Prompt: Stages of love through the five senses: Smell

 

 

 

He stared at her, face feral, lips curled up in a snarl. His stance was defensive as he waited for her to attack. She always attacked when they took the time to send her after him. His face softened and the demon retreated as he realized she wasn’t attacking. She was staring at him, a war of emotions trickling across her face, disbelief being the fore runner.

 

His brow furrowed as he approached her, still waiting for her to attack and not understanding why she didn’t. This had to be a new game, a new form of torture they’d devised. He stopped a few feet from her, confusion throwing him off the defensive. Using his sense of smell should have been the first thing he did but there…here it all smelled the same. Sulfur, brimstone, death, rot. 

 

Realization crashed into him and he closed the last of the space between them, hitting his knees and burying his head against her stomach. He took great gulping breaths that he didn’t need in between the sobs. Here was definitely not there. He didn’t know where he was, nor did he care. She was here. He could touch her. He didn’t have to kill her and she smelled…she smelled like hope, faith, sunshine, love. She smelled like everything he wanted and nothing he deserved.

 

She smelled like home. As her fingers tangled in his hair, drawing him closer, he could smell her tears. He didn’t care where here was because he was home.