tattoo = soup = courage

Lying in bed, naked, spooned together. He absent mindedly runs his hand down her side, making her shiver. But he seems distant and distracted.

"What are you thinking, Sir?"

He cups her right buttock. Dance and yoga have given her admirable muscle tone so he enjoys the feel of her for a moment then frowns

"Your tattoo. You should Get it lasered off or corrected. "

"I'd not really thought about it."

"I hate such inaccuracies."

"I hate having "soup" on my ass but It's been so long it's a part of me now."

He traced it with a finger. "The symbols for 'soup' and 'courage' are indeed quite similar, you d just need to change here, here and here." as he stroking lines across her ass.

"It was bad enough getting it, trying to remove it I'd not be able to sit down for a week."

He ponders, watching her in the half light

"You know, if you fill in here and across here it looks like an S."

She feels him stir and harden as he says it. It's clear the idea arouses him.

"Oh really? An S? Want to mark me as yours do you?" She grinds her ass back into him, not really surprised to find he's rock hard already. She looks up into his eyes and is startled by the fire in them. She swallows, suddenly feeling very naked and small. And aroused. Very hot and aroused.

Why does this turn me on so much, dammit?

She reaches out and picks up one of Sheldon's markers from the jumble on the nightstand. She offers it to him, not meeting his gaze. "Do it then. " Her voice is nervous and small. Her stomachs a knot of butterflies

He hesitates. She looks up at him. "Please Sir."

His fingers slowly close around the marker and takes it from her grasp.

She lies face down, buries her face in the pillow, mind racing. What the hell is she doing?

She can feel the marker trace across her flesh, knowing its leaving a mark on her skin.

He gets up onto his knees behind her, to see his handiwork better?

She peeks back over her shoulder, momentarily shocked by the cruel look of pride on Sheldon's face. She's never seen him quite like this. Looking down his erection is so engorged she can see the veins throb, the tip already trailing a silvery drip.

He grabs her hips, pulling her back and up onto her knees. In the same powerful thrust he buries himself deep into her, making her gasp in sudden pleasure. Instead of his usual slow considered pace he thrusts rapidly, hard and intent, digging his long fingers into her hips.

Her gasp becomes a moan then a wordless cry with each thrust. She's quivering, arms outstretched, gripping the headboard like it's the only anchor to sanity, stopping herself being washed away on this roaring tide of force and pleasure.

She clenched, feeling him get faster, short fast strokes as he grew close to coming, knowing she was close herself.

He reaches forward, grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her head roughly back, bending her to him. She loses her grip on the headboard. "Who's are you?" He growls in her ear.

"I'm yours!" The words burst from her lips before she can understand what she's saying.

"Take me! Claim me! I'm yours! I'm yours!" She babbles, feeling herself spasm as waves of pleasure take her. He lets her slump forward as he grips her hips again, roughly fucking her harder as she moans, pushing her on as she keeps coming, eyes closed, mouth gasping open. She feels him bury himself deep into her and hold on, throbbing as he comes inside her. They stay locked together for a moment then he slides out of her with a gasps and flops down onto the bed.

he's quiet in the dark, breathing fast. She pulls close to him, crawling into his armpit and resting her head on his chest. His arms close round her, holding her safe.

He sounds sated but puzzled a little ashamed. "That was positively bestial. I really don't know where that came from. I mean, I've wanted to for a long time, but never. .." He trailed off, then asks "Does wanting you like that, taking you like that make me a bad person? "

She smiles up at him and strokes his face. "It's not bad when you're taking what's willingly given, honey. " He looks relieved.

She gives a happy shudder " that was really intense. you are possessive aren't you? "

He cups her buttock, stroking the tattoo "I do seem to be... "

"I'll say. but you take good care of your possessions." She sighs happily "as long as you don't try and keep me in a bag on acid free board I'd say I'm lucky to be yours " She softly starts to kiss his chest. "Thank you sir"