For right now, Ella was over it. She still ached, still felt exhausted from the events of the day, though she'd not been the one who'd killed her parents. She could predict whether or not it would happen again, but when they were together like this nothing else existed. In all actuality, Terrence never failed in making her know exactly where she stood. To anyone else, perhaps actions would not have been enough without words, but what no one else knew was that they could speak volumes without being verbal. They didn't have to ever say what was on their minds and Ella was glad of this as trying to translate the thoughts in her head was never going to be something she could do easily.
The tattoo on his chest was probably her favorite mark on him, even amongst the ones she left on him herself. Even through his clothing, which her fingers were curling into at the moment, she could feel its meaning burning her skin in a way that neither physical wounds nor fire could imitate. And that was enough. She'd been so ready to just run away, but there was absolutely no way she could actually follow through with the act while he was here, while he was hers because she was so irrevocably his. Maybe it scared her that this sentiment rang so true, but she'd deal with it, as she had been doing since the moment she'd met him six years ago.
She was perfectly content with the idea of spending the rest of the week in bed with him, ignoring whatever else was happening around them, in the world outside of these four walls.
Both of her hands went inside of his jacket to push it off of his shoulders as his head rested against her neck. His shirt was next. As much as she liked him in the outfit, she wanted to see the intricate E imprinted over his heart, wanted to press her lips against it and trace the lines with her tongue, scrape her teeth against it. She wanted him to feel it burn the way that she did. His chest bare, she caught his eye and looked up at him intently. "Ти ме отбелязани тук, също," she began, lifting his hand over her own heart where hers had been on his previously. "Той е ваш." That she'd said it in her native tongue was mostly intentional.
And with that, her mouth descended upon the E on his chest as she pushed him back toward her sofa.