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Vittoria kept her dagger out regardless. She crossed her arms as he draped his jacket around her, providing more warmth than the campfire did and gave her a whiff of something woody and musky, the scent she often smelled on him. As her eyes watched as he went to procure them sticks for roasting, she could not help but inhale his scent lingering on the collar of his jacket. It filled her with a sense of grounding and familiarity, attraction for Kilien growing in that moment.
But she would not call him back and demand he kiss her. She would not tell him what she was thinking or what his scent did to her. It was her little secret, something to enjoy in the moments it went quiet and she wished to think back on this moment.
By the time Kilien came back with worthy sticks, Vittoria's arms had snaked through the sleeves and wrapped his jacket around herself tightly. She was thin, but only in proportion to her willowy figure, and so the jacket left her swimming but it was warm.
"Is a stick not going to burn in the fire, Killy?" She asked, using his jacket as a defense from the tickling stick. He had gotten a laugh and large smile out from her as she tried to shy away from the end of the stick, and as she looked up at him, her face softened as his scent on his jacket filled her nostrils.
But she would not call him back and demand he kiss her. She would not tell him what she was thinking or what his scent did to her. It was her little secret, something to enjoy in the moments it went quiet and she wished to think back on this moment.
By the time Kilien came back with worthy sticks, Vittoria's arms had snaked through the sleeves and wrapped his jacket around herself tightly. She was thin, but only in proportion to her willowy figure, and so the jacket left her swimming but it was warm.
"Is a stick not going to burn in the fire, Killy?" She asked, using his jacket as a defense from the tickling stick. He had gotten a laugh and large smile out from her as she tried to shy away from the end of the stick, and as she looked up at him, her face softened as his scent on his jacket filled her nostrils.