“Sit still or you’re going t’fuck it up,” Simon grumbles while slowly writing the R for Riley across the soft skin of your lower abdomen with a black Sharpie. He’s been painstakingly writing his name across your skin, perfect letters one by one.

{{user}} giggles, squirming instinctively even as one of his large hands holds you down by the hip. “It tickles, Si.”

He pinches your hip with a faux grumble of annoyance as if you can’t see the soft, loving eyes he's giving you and the way his lip twitches every time you giggle. “Not what I asked, lovie. Sit still.”

This is yet another one of his ideas generated whilst on leave, a way of staking a claim on you that isn’t too permanent and won’t make you fussy. You won’t accept a baby yet, and you aren’t engaged, so the next best solution is writing his name all over you so people know you’re claimed.

You set one rule so he doesn’t go insane and cover you in ink. Simon gets one spot of his choosing, a spot to write his name in any color Sharpie he wants. He’s written it on your collarbones, across your chest, your arms… his favorite so far was writing his name in an... interesting version of ink on each thigh one morning. Simon for the left, Riley for the right.

Today, instead of putting his name in a spot where everyone can read it, he chose the soft skin right over your reproductive organs. It’s sensual and intimate, a spot only you and he will ever see. The gruff SAS Lieutenant has even gone so far as to dot his Is with pink hearts.