ninjago imagines

jay - fling

#58
So sorry for making all of my chapters sex related. This one is mostly fluff!!

The light that bled in my room annoyed me to my core. I always forgot to close the blinds when I went to bed and this was my karma. I groaned, irritated of the daylight interrupting me of my sleep.

In my grasp was the blue ninja. Bare. Head to toe. So was I but he was a prettier sight to look at. Ask his fans. With me facing his back I noticed the tattoo of the electric squid on his right shoulder blade. Or was it an octopus? I never knew. He didn't either when I asked him.
When he first got it I was so confused on to why he would get it. He later explained that Kai won a bet and made everyone get a tattoo of their symbol. Even though it was now different to abbreviations of their element or name, Kai was implying to their old suits.

What confused me the most was how Kai got everyone to agree to it and how he won. Zane couldn't get a tattoo due to him being him. The courtesy of Borg, they convinced him to engrave his symbol on the same place as everyone.
The things they did to make sure everyone was included. It was sweet. Also the side of the expresses they went through just to make sure Zane wasn't excused.

Jay began to move but I held him in my grasp, not allowing him to move. I snuggled closer to his muscled back, finding the warmth that radiated off of him. The one that I enjoyed so greatly. I began to press kisses to his back, loving the freckles that were decorated all over. "What are you doing?" He asked, a groan that was way too deep. His morning voice got my stomach fluttering all the time.

"Showering you with affection. You should try it."

He started to shift, my arm recoiling back from him. He turned around and hoisted himself on his elbow, looking down at me. I sheepishly grinned, unable to keep it contained. He raised a brow, sending me an amused, yet confused smile. "What was last night then? A fling?" The thoughts and memories that popped up made my cheeks burn. I tried to put them in the back of my head.

"Maybe it was."

"We're engaged," he countered, his grin dropping. His electric blue eyes looked at me in a concerning manner, an amused stare he gave me. Licking his lips (which also made blood rush to my cheeks) he chuckled, looking away then looking at me again.

"An engagement fling then," I suggested.

He giggled, his smile making me smile. I loved that about him. "That's too bad. I was trying to make you my wife."

"We can have a marriage fling as well."

"Really? And how long will that last?" He asked.

"Till death."