Pleasing

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Jennifer POV

  He didn't respond until we reached the house. His house.

Not Michelles nor mine.

"Go take a shower Chaton." He instructs and I look at him. "Do I have to?" I ask with a whisper, and he stares at me. "Yes." He responds. I frown at him and he just stares pushing me lightly to the door. "But- Jennifer." He warns and I sigh nodding. I shut the door and quickly start the shower.

   Is it weird for me to say I've missed this smoky scent? It's not bad smoke where it stains the walls but just that aura... plus the minty smell.

  I didn't want to shower so I just stood in the shower washing my body. It's confusing knowing we made out a few weeks ago. We've never done that before. Ever! I feel like that was the heat of the moment. Just happened so fast... after not seeing him for a long time. But I've never kissed like that! I've never even kissed!

   That was my first kiss!

I quickly get out shower turning it off and wrapping a towel around me. Then I stop because it's slippery...
I open the door and see Marcel. "Marcel!" I yelp and he quickly turns around confused. "What's wrong?" He asks. "W-well nothing but I realized um, it's not a bad thing- Before I say it- but I realized you were my first kiss!" All my words came out scrambled.

   My eyes could visibly see his body relax once he heard my alarm voice. "Chaton." He groans turning back around. "You just realized that? Now?" He asks handing me another set of clothes. But I stop, "h-hey! These are um clean. I liked the other ones... I-I mean I'm grateful-to have given clothes! B-but I just-" he walks out with the clothes, and I close my mouth.

    Did I talk too much? I know I do. But I've been doing really well! Although sometimes I've been told I'm too quiet. I need to balance it out somehow.

  The door opens again, and I soon see the clothes from before and I smile knowing they smell like him. "Thank you very very m-much!" I smile at him, and he hums. "I'll be in the kitchen." He says before walking out. I nod in silence and quickly slide on the comfy clothes.

  Are we dating? I know people who kiss date. But then I also know you can kiss without dating...

Thunder erupts cause me to lose my train of thought. I quickly shake the thoughts out and take a deep breathe.

I slowly walk out the room and down to the kitchen seeing Marcel. "Marcel..." I mumble walking up to him. "Chaton."  He responds causing goosebumps to arrive. "I don't know you very well..." I whisper looking up at him. He doesn't look back, but I could see his eyebrow raise. "L-like what's your favorite color? I-or maybe your family? Ohhh, also your tattoo stories! Or maybe... how old you are?" A bunch of questions and suggestions pop out of me!

  "Wait! That's overwhelming I'm sorry! I-I- you don't need to uh- answer anything! I promise!" My voice filled with worry. I didn't mean to. I watch his chest ride from a deep sigh. "31." He answers and I gasp smiling that he answered.

  Even though the age gap never ran through my mind... I noticed. Without meaning to. But at the same time, it didn't affect how I felt towards him... he made me feel safe! And happy.

  "Brown." He adds "no mother but a dad and a brother. My stories of my body are none of your concern, Chaton. Maybe next time." His jaw ticks and clenched as he answers those other 2 questions. "Why brown?" I ask drinking the given apple juice. "It's a neutral color." His shoulders go up then drop once he swallows the alcohol. "Can we cuddle? Again..." I whisper done with my juice.

   There it was! Those strong green eyes that held such a strong grip on me with a gaze. Eye contact with him is thrilling. His eyes digging into my skin as if he's warning me of something I can't figure out.

Marcels hair being in a loose bun showing his strands of tattoos on his back neck and shoulders. I'll never get over how broad he was. Vinny has told me he works out more than needed. But I doubt it explains his veined tatted hands and forearms. I would think he was the type with dirty nails, unkept, and dirty but I was so wrong.

He always looked fresh, clean, and always smelt so nice. I wonder if he gets a haircut every now and again with his undercut always clean. But I know he's growing his beard. Very easy to tell with it slowly growing. But I've only got to see one smile of his and I loved it. He had such nice teeth with that one dimple peeking out.

He licks his bottom lip and looks away. "Maybe." He mumbles.

   Thunder was still happening, and I frown at the thought of storms. "I don't like storms. Do you?" I ask distracting myself. "Sometimes." He says before helping me down the counter. He made sure the heat was up in his room when I made a comment of the coldness.

  He's so icy and mean! But in silence he does the nicest things! He might think I don't see it, but I do. Maybe he wants me to keep that mean, strong, and vicious vibe of him. I'm sure he's killed people before and stuff but he's not like that with me. It doesn't make sense.

  I smile at the thought and soon feel him wrap his arms around my waist as we lay down. I can't tell if he likes laying on his back or side like me... but I keep my head still on his chest. His hand rubbing my back softly. "You smell super good." I mumble inhaling his scent. He doesn't respond but pull me closer to him to the crook of his neck.

  My hand could feel the beat of his heart. My fingertips beating with his except his was beating quite fast. "Thank you for tonight." I whisper to him and "I will always be there." He whispers with that smexy super shexy voice. His body shifts to his side as he engulfs me into him. Those big hands landing on my waist.
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I woke up to the sunlight and the warmth of Marcels body. My eyes still closed so I can have this moment a little longer. I squish closer to the crook of his neck pulling the blankets closer. "Jennifer." I hear causing me to open my eyes. "Good morning." My voice coming out quieter than wanting. His eyes were barely open as he runs his hand through my messed hair. "Sleep." He mutters and I pout. "I can't." I mumble and he sighs.

His hand landing on my waist pulling me closer and he stops opening his eyes. "Merde, where are your pants Chaton?" He asks lazily staring at me. "I-I got hot.." I mumble covering my face with the blanket. It's not my fault he put it on blast! All night! I thought it would turn off on itself.

He sighs gripping my waist to pull me closer. "You're so warm!" I comment with a small smile. "Mm." His low groggy voice is heard. I was shocked feeling him grip my butt. He just hums again seeing his eyes closed. I lay my head pat down on his chest feeling his hand still on my bottom.
Marcel secretly loves cuddling. I feel his hand on my back pull me more onto him and I giggle hugging him. He gives me small pecks on my shoulder, and I shrink feeling it's tingly. Soon I felt him sit up catching me by surprise. "How'd you?" I gasp and he chuckles laying against the headboard. "How'd you sleep Chaton?" He asks playing with my messy hair as I straddle his lap. "Good." I hum asking him and he just hums. No answer.

"We need to get you home soon." He instructs and I frown looking down. "Soon. Not now." I hear him say in my ear as he squeezes my hips. I nod slowly and quickly wrap my arms around him. Hugs.

I hear him sigh but quickly wraps his arms around me fully pulling me against him. Ohh! Hold up their sir. Morning wood is a thing! Sir. SIR!

I activated something.