Finest Jin

Good Morning

It had been my intention to return home after our late night rendezvous, but Jins' scent and warmed flesh proved too tempting to resist. I held him against me, drifting into a deep and delicious slumber. When my bladder roused me again in the morning, I threw on my clothes and started Jin a hot breakfast. I left him sleeping. When he came from the bathroom, nose lifted as he sniffed, he seemed surprised to see me. 

"Good morning, handsome!" I sang out to him, Jin looking like a snack and a half with a towel on the bottom half and nothing but droplets on the top half. Jins' plush lips quirked up into a smile.

"Hello! When did you get here?" 

I cracked the eggs into the hot pan, listening to the sizzle. 

"Oh, a bit ago."

"Really?" He seemed lost in thought, watching me stir the rice. "I had a dream..."

"Did you now?" I kept busy, setting the table and feigning innocence. "Was it a good dream?"

Jin blushed a dark crimson, running his hand through his damp locks. 

"It was...a really good dream."

I snorted, then leaned over to kiss him as I passed with the dishes.

"I'd love to hear it." Jin shook his head. "Too shy to tell me? Who was in it?"

"You." Jin smiled shyly with his little secret. "I could smell you...I could feel you..."

"Wow." I passed him a bowl of rice, gesturing for him to be seated. "What was I doing in this dream of yours?"

It was fortunate that Jins' hair was damp as the blaze of colour that lit up his ears threatened to catch it on fire. I set the other dishes in front of him, grinning to myself. I passed Jin his chopsticks. He wouldn't meet my eye. 

"Just...stuff..."

"Good stuff, I hope." I spooned eggs onto his plate.

"Oh yes," he spoke to his plate. "It was a good dream."

"Well, when your shyness wears off, I do hope that you will share. In the meantime..." I sat down, reaching for the eggs, "You aren't wearing that burgundy suit to the awards show on Saturday."

"Wait...what? Why?" 

"Diva saw it and threatened to show up matching you. I would hate to give birth in prison for murder."

Jin took his turn to snort, swallowing down his hot coffee, then plowing back into his breakfast.

"Fair enough. What is your favourite colour? We can wear that."

"Blue." I stated. "We did that last time. Let's wear your favourite colour. What is your favourite colour?"

Jins' smile spread slowly, stretching across his jaws like the ooze of molasses. 

I sighed.

"We're going in pink, aren't we?"

With a large scoop of food shovelled in, Jin grinned like a mischievous demon as he nodded his head.

This was my final week at school and I was pleased at how organized I was at this juncture in the year. There was another semester left but it would continue after the month-long summer break. My replacement had not yet been announced. I was leaving careful lesson plans and a year-long outline to ease the transition. There were no more assignments going to require grading and my desk was already emptied to the bare essentials. I was going to miss my students, my classroom, my staff. My children would complete the year here, then Jin would decide their fate next year.