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Scent of Love

Summary:

Jeanne takes care of Bayonetta while she feels gassy as they watch a movie late at night.

[Bmrrff ]

Suddenly, a little rumbling sound came up from under Bayonetta's lap. Jeanne's head jumped slightly at the sound and vibration, but she laid her head back down as her partner spoke up.

"'scuse me, dear." Nothing wrong with a little gas. It could happen to any of us. The gas itself was short, and the smell was trapped under Bayonetta's thighs and rump. Even if Jeanne could smell it, she wouldn't mind. She turned her head slightly to look up to Bayonetta.

"It's okay." She looked back towards the TV, returning her focus to the movie. Just as she started getting lost in the film, her girlfriend started to shift her hips a little.

[Pffrritt ]

It happened again. When Bayonetta slumped her butt back down on the couch, the smell poured out with it. Her signature eggy smell tickled Jeanne's nose like a prickly feather. It singed, but it wasn't terrible to her.

Bayonetta's gas always came out in thin, wavy winds that would spiral in mid air. It was good at filling cracks and spreading out to clear rooms. It could dissipate easily, but the smell could still stick. Her bowels seemed to have a mind of their own.

Bayonetta looked down at her stomach. " Something must be bothering me this evening." She rubbed it softly with her fingers.

Jeanne rolled over on Bayonetta's lap, her short white hair swooping loosely over her forehead. "Do you think you had something that might've gone bad?" As she spoke, Jeanne pulled Bayonetta's shirt slowly up over her tummy and rested the folds just beneath her bosom; Bayonetta moved her fingers accordingly.

She got to work, rubbing her girlfriend's stomach. She always loved getting to know Bayonetta's body, her stomach being one of Jeanne's favorite parts. Smooth, hale, and a little soft around the naval. She could tell with a touch, however, that Bayonetta was particularly bloated today.

"Hm, I thought the sausages from this morning were a little greasy."

[Bpprrrtrttrtrt!]

Bayonetta shifted her weight to her right hip to let this one out, trying not to put off Jeanne too much. It was warm, and came out in spurts; this added more layers to the raw egg smell, with just the smallest hints of cheese. Bayonetta just ran a finger through her long, drooping black hair.

"Really? Augh, I didn't notice this morning." Jeanne kept her hand and eyes on her partner's stomach. "I'm sorry, hun."

"No worries." Bayonetta put her finger back on her stomach as she started to feel a dull, swelling pang. "Perhaps my period could be starting soon. It's been close to a year now, hasn't it?"

"Huh, yeah, it has." Jeanne rubbed a little faster. "Mine should come the day after yours starts."

"That's how it's always been..." Bayonetta reaches to her right to give Jeanne a little skim on her small tummy.

"I- hehehmhm... " The pearly haired woman blushes and retracted under her lover's thin fingers. Jeanne gave a breathy giggle before looking back up at Bayonetta's belly.

She always was such a precious, ticklish thing.

"I'm gonna have to keep doing that to you in a couple days, you know," Bayonetta said as her arm dragged back up Jeanne's.

"Trust me, I'm not gonna stop you." Jeanne scooted herself back onto her girlfriend's lap. Grinning, and with a hand on her tummy, Jeanne puckered her soft lips onto Bayonetta's lower stomach and pressed down a kiss.