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°When Y/n has an obssession for Rhea perfume / and Rhea has an obssession for Y/n perfume°
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It was a quiet evening in Rhea Ripley's apartment, and the soft hum of the television provided a soothing backdrop. Rhea and her girlfriend were lounging on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between them as they lazily scrolled through their phones. It had been a long week, filled with training, matches, and travel, so a night in was the perfect way to unwind.
As Rhea reached over to grab the remote, her girlfriend buried her face in the crook of Rhea's neck, inhaling deeply. Rhea smiled knowingly, her hand resting lightly on her girlfriend's back.
"You know," Rhea said with a teasing smirk, "I'm starting to think you're more in love with my perfume than with me."
Her girlfriend lifted her head, a small, guilty smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I can't help it," she confessed, her voice soft. "Every time you wear that, I feel like I'm melting. It's like... it's you in a bottle."
Rhea chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her girlfriend's ear. "Is that so?" she teased. "I thought you'd be more into my muscles than my scent."
Her girlfriend shook her head, rolling her eyes in that affectionate way she always did. "Oh, I love your muscles too," she said, her tone light but sincere. "But there's something about your perfume... it's like it's got some magic power. Every time you walk into a room, I just feel... something."
Rhea couldn't help but laugh. "So, I'm basically a walking air freshener now, huh?"
Her girlfriend giggled. "Not just any air freshener," she said, her tone playful. "You're the most intoxicating, amazing thing in the world, and that perfume just makes you even more irresistible."
Rhea felt a warmth spread through her chest, not just because of the compliment but because of the way her girlfriend always made her feel seen in a way no one else did. "Alright, babe," she said, leaning back into the couch, "I guess I should thank my perfume for making me so irresistible."
Her girlfriend didn't respond with words but instead leaned closer, her nose pressing against Rhea's neck again, inhaling deeply, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "I wish you wore it all the time," she murmured. "It's like you're always around, even when you're not."
Rhea's heart softened. She leaned in, brushing a kiss against her girlfriend's forehead. "I wear it for you," she said quietly, "because I know how much you love it."
Her girlfriend smiled up at her, eyes sparkling with affection. "Well, I definitely notice when you don't wear it," she admitted. "I always get a little sad when you don't have it on. It's like you're missing a little piece of you."
Rhea raised an eyebrow, surprised by how deeply her girlfriend felt about something so small. "I didn't realize it meant that much to you."
Her girlfriend shrugged, her face softening. "It's not just the perfume," she said, reaching up to gently touch Rhea's face. "It's the fact that it's part of you. When I smell it, I think of you—your presence, your strength, your confidence. It's like... you're there even when you're not. And I love that."
