This is a bit of a follow up to All's Fair in Love & War and don't worry Galleta Robin's revenge will come I am just stuck on it at the moment.
rating: T
His
The action had been simple, the message behind it clear. Anyone on the ship at that moment could easily see it; he had made sure of that. It was his without a doubt. Everything about it screamed his being. The simplicity of the colour and style as well as the scent. A scent which was unmistakeably him clinging to the thin fabric. The second she pulled it over her head the message was transmitted loud and clear.
She was his.
She didn't argue the fact because she knew it was true. He held her heart in his calloused hands and she wasn't going to pretend otherwise. However this didn't stop her from bending it slightly, twisting the fabric to show her own style coming through. She took something that was thoroughly him and added her own twist to it. She easily smiled at the others despite the glaring message because she knew she could have her fun later.
He might have marked her as his in this primitive manner but he was just as easily hers and her mind was already consulting with her imagination on a way to exploit it.