"Susannah, what is all this?" asked Jesse, raising one adorable eyebrow, the one with a scar. Being born in 1850 and all, he wouldn't exactly understand the American tradition of Easter egg dying.

I responded with as much patience as was possible, "We're decorating Easter Eggs! Here, just plop one into a bowl and let it sit for a while. If you really want to, go ahead and draw something on with the white crayon. I think Father Dom wanted a few dozen for the brunch tomorrow. Can you get the rest out of the pot?"

"The twenty-first century has quite a few odd rituals, but this one exceeds them a- AH! Susannah! The- I believe I broke them-"

I turned my head and looked down at about a dozen boiled- now splattered- eggs on Andy's kitchen floor. Then I burst out laughing. Not an attractive, girlish giggle, but a brash noise somewhere between a bark and a pig snort.

"Jesse, It's all right! I'm not sure if we'll be able to put Humpty Dumpty back together again, but there's plenty more."

We bent down at the same time to pick them up, knocking our heads together. This resulted me covered in egg and a low, manly chuckle escaping from Jesse. Why didn't my laughs sound that flirtatious?

Kneeling on the kitchen floor with egg from my hair to my Jimmy Choos, I leaned over and pressed my lips to Jesse's. Hey, he owed me something for all the trouble he's put me through.

His strong hands cupped my face, and his tounge parted my lips. I moaned and leaned into his body, pressing him against the egg-covered floor.

Right as he began exploring my body (which is actually a rare occurrence, only rivaled by those spiky octopus things scene on discovery channel), Andy chose that moment to get orange juice out of the fridge.

Jesse quickly pushed me off of him and, and, with great enthusiasm, began picking eggshells off of the floor.

"What are you two doing? And what's on my new linoleum install?"

After Andy left with his glass of Sunny D, Jesse turned to me.

"Happy Easter, Querida."

Hope you enjoyed! PS I really have no idea if egg dyeing was actually a thing in the 1800s or not.