“Oh really?” You fight off her forceful nuzzles with some of your own and simultaneously catch some of her oily mane in your hand to examine. To be honest, you preferred the natural smell of you partner over scented soaps and shampoo. You considered it your guilty pleasure in a way, though neither of you felt much guilt in expressing it. The best way you could describe it was spicy…like the edge of a cologne isle in a department store but with the distinctly earthy smell of air-wicked fur and a touch of sweat. By anyone’s standards it wasn’t bad, pungent perhaps, but not bad. However, you’d spent more time with her than most. After countless hours of leisurely lounging, and passionate nights you’d come to associate her specific scent with all things positive.