Pleasing

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Marcels POV

I stand there crossing my arms, seeing the two pull away.

"I hugged him first," she blurts out. My eyes flicker to her red face. "H-he didn't do anything wrong! I promise!" She looks down.

"Look at the time! Time for... walking my dog." Vinny walks out waving.

Jennifer rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

She pulls some strands behind her ear as they swing across her face.

"What do you want to eat?" I ask, looking away.

I've never had a woman in my house before. I don't allow them to come over. There's no reason to when we could go to theirs. My mother would be the only one allowed, but she's not here, so there. Problem solved.

No woman has been in my own bed. Yet there was Jennifer. Sleeping so fucking peacefully. Her beautiful hair sprawled over my bed. Jennifer's fresh scent of her damn perfume soaking into my sheets. My clothes. My house. Me.

It's not that I don't like women or females. I just don't need them here. I don't have time to explain to them we aren't anything.

Jennifer just... got to have some of my time. But this time I didn't want or have to explain that we aren't anything. Her in my arms sleeping while I slowly carried her to my bedroom was enough for me, myself, and I. She's always vulnerable around me. I can't tell if I like it or not.

Jennifer can be vulnerable, but I wouldn't take advantage of that. I made sure not to leave her naked in my bed. I just made sure to make her comfortable and safe. Safe in my bed and house. In my care. Safe because of me.

It's her. Fucking hell, with her rambling and cute-ass expressions. Her body was absolutely beautiful. Her skin was so smooth and covered in her beautiful freckles.

My body tensed even more at these thoughts. So I sigh and see her gorgeous face staring right back at me. She blinks and looks away again.

"I don't mind anything..." she mumbles. "You've already done a—so much!"

Jesus.

"You know, I'm actually n— pick something." I groan at her. I walk to the fridge, sliding bacon out and toast. She took too long.

Even though I have a ton of patience with her, I can't wait for things like this. Quick and easy. But she doesn't know how to be that way. And I like it.

She slowly walks over to peek at the pan of bacon and slowly grabs some toast.

"I want to help," she speaks as her hands bring the toast to the toaster.

I shake my head slowly.

"You should smile more," she suggests, and I quickly look at her. Her face was pink, and she had a dimpled smile.

"You smile all the time. Ton sourire est bien plus beau à regarder." I hum, squishing her cheeks. (Your smile is much more beautiful to look at.)

"Last night I was thinking about how much of a grumpy pine tree you are." She giggles, and I flip the bacon. I can feel her cheeks warm up.

I stay silent from her comment, and she soon forgets quickly as she starts talking about her obsession with toast and avocados.

"A-and the seed, have you seen it?" She gasps, and I hum, watching her eat.

"Finish eating, Jennifer," I say, seeing her food getting cold.

She frowns and looks down at her plate, continuing her ramble.

She has such nice lips. They were plump but not too plump. So fucking perfect. I would kill to just get those lips of hers wrapped around my cock.

Fuck, I shouldn't even be thinking these things.

She's too innocent and pure.

"Done!" her voice squeals as she shows me her empty plate. I hold a straight face even as I wish I could just give her a big hug.

"I guess I should be going," she quickly says, almost a whisper.

I look at her as I set the plate in the sink.

"It's n-not that I don't like it here! I love it he-here actually. But I don't know what you m-might have planned today!" Her face drops as she realizes how scrambled she sounds.

"Would you like me to drop you off?" I ask, leaning across from her.

Her eyes flicker up my arms and hands. It feels weird not wearing any of my rings.

"Yes, p-please." Her voice was so soft. "Do I have to leave now? I-I mean I can, and I don't want to overdo my stay!"

Her body gets tense, and I sigh.

"Shut up, chaton." I mumble, grabbing her hands.

"What does chaton mean?" she asks, looking at me in confusion.

"Mm, nothing." I smirk, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. I repeat the action until I see her relax. I pull away before it gets too much.

"Can we watch a uh... m-movie before we leave?" she whispers, and I stare at her as I think.

Movie?

I nod slowly, and she gasps, squealing as now her new rambling topic is movies. She plops on the bed where she originally slept, and I let her flick through what she wants. My body wasn't really relaxed, but I slide into the bed, leaning against the headboard.

I'm not watching it, but she puts on a Barbie movie.

I close my eyes and sigh.

The movie was slowly ending when I opened my eyes a few times to check on her. My eyes were closed when I felt Jennifer hug me.

"You need sleep," she mumbles.

"Jennifer," I say, still keeping my eyes closed.

I feel shifting, and soon I feel the blankets topple over me. My eyes finally open, and there she was.

Her curls slowly falling out of the bun and her arms wrapped around my large torso. It's almost like she didn't care she was squishing her own face.

I couldn't help pulling her waist further up to me. My head dips down to her neck.

"Big pine tree," she mumbles, giggling.

My grip tightens around her waist, and I can easily smell that cinnamon perfume of hers mixed with my scent.

"That tickles..." she giggles, playing with my hair. I knew I needed a haircut, but I'm actually liking my buns.

My hands stay at the lower back of her curved waist. I can easily feel her goosebumps as my breath hits her neck.

"Y-you smell good. But not like a pine tree! I mean they smell good... but I ju—"

"Shut up," I mumble against her neck.

I feel her slightly grip my shirt but luckily not my skin.

"S-sorry," she whispers.

Her body relaxes with mine, and we both fall back asleep.