The night outside was slow, the lights were dim and it felt as the world outside didn't exist. You were both tangled in each other, warm skin against the sheets.

You were lying across Aaron's chest, his hand resting on your thigh, thumb brushing absent circles into your skin. The room was dimly lit with a golden glow of the bedside lamp, music humming low in the background.

"You know, i was thinking.." You let out a soft breath, eyes half-closed "What if you wrote mine on my thigh?" you murmured, tapping his fingers against your thigh.

Aaron chuckled under his breath, voice low. "You want me to brand you?"

He reached for the pen he always kept on the nightstand, the mattress shifted beneath you as he adjusted. The cool ink kissed your skin, followed by the glide of his carful handwriting.

When he was finished, he dropped the pen and wrapped both arms around you, buring his face into your neck. "There." he whispered.