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He talks of Chinese philosophy, of the Way, of morality of deed and mind, as his long fingers trace pictograms down her spine...
“Honour, loyalty, virtue...soup.”
“Sheldon...”
“Bazinga.” he murmurs, heavy-lidded eyes, crooked smile, and when did he learn to be so sexy?
So she holds him down, and sharpies a heart with her initials, mark of her ownership on his pale skin. Laughs at him twisting around, trying to see down over his own shoulder and fretting about it.
"Nobody else will see it, Sheldon."
"I should hope not." He's indignant. "Branding me like livestock."
"You've been a maverick long enough."
Sheldon's glare softens as he looks at the woman sprawled and laughing in the bed. She put her mark on him long ago, far more subtle and so much deeper than mere ink on skin.
“Honour, loyalty, virtue...soup.”
“Sheldon...”
“Bazinga.” he murmurs, heavy-lidded eyes, crooked smile, and when did he learn to be so sexy?
So she holds him down, and sharpies a heart with her initials, mark of her ownership on his pale skin. Laughs at him twisting around, trying to see down over his own shoulder and fretting about it.
"Nobody else will see it, Sheldon."
"I should hope not." He's indignant. "Branding me like livestock."
"You've been a maverick long enough."
Sheldon's glare softens as he looks at the woman sprawled and laughing in the bed. She put her mark on him long ago, far more subtle and so much deeper than mere ink on skin.
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