Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

"No."

My eye gaze slowly goes down to my feet. "Then what are we?" I ask not wanting to even be in this conversation. I wish I never brought it up. I wish this was never even thought of. I wish he wasn't this type of guy.

"Jennifer we'll figure it out, I'm not sure." He shrugs. It's been almost a year. With sky gone I've been counting.

"Okay." I dismiss the conversation.

"Don't cut off like this Jennifer." He says stepping towards me. "I'm not." I whisper feeling my head fill with intrusive thoughts. Flip.

I couldn't help the tears spill out and the quiet sob. "I don't want to lose you... I'll do anything." I slur wiping my nose.

"You don't have to do anything baby." He coos brushing the tears away from my face with his tatted thumb. "I just need time... with you though. I can't think straight without you." He groans almost like he was talking to himself.

He's sort of confusing.

"I'm- I need sleep marcel." I huff feeling defeated. "Do you want me to stay?" He asks and I shrug. "I don't care." Yes. "Are you sure?" No. Stay.

"Stay..." there was a pause. "Please." I look up at him and he nods slowly. He places his large hand on my back guiding me towards the bedroom. "How was your day?" He asks and I shrug. "I don't want to talk about it, I'm sorry." I huff realizing how I sound. "Shh, don't worry. Sleep. Relax for me chaton." He coos rubbing my back. "Can you call me that again...?" I request. "Chaton sleep." He hums as I relay my head down on his chest. I softly respond with a okay and goodnight.

"I love you."

(I won't say or identify who specifically said that! So it could've been Marcel or Jennifer!!)

Morning.

I felt like my sleeping was like 2 hours. I got 7 hours.

I didn't realize Marcel was in bed with me but I relaxed after. Last night...

No answer.

I have work, I'm calling out. I slowly get out of bed being careful to not wake Marcel up. I grab my phone stepping out to the mini balcony. There's literally no space but we made it work.

I call them hearing Miss Sherad pick up. "Hey honey!" She cheers. It's 8 in the morning "Hi ms.Sherad! I'm wondering if I can take a sick day? I'm just really not feeling well." I mumble with a low hope. She'll say no. "No! Of course you can take the day off! You haven't used any of your past ones up. Soon you'll meet the max of the free days!" She laughs and I join in with a soft giggle. "T-thank you so much! I'll s-see you Monday!" I say.

My heart is still racing.

I end the phone and quickly turn seeing Marcel staring at me from the bed. "Were you just stalking me?" I ask and he hums. "Maybe." He says and I nod slowly. "Sick day?" he questions and I nod lowing my gaze. "I'm just tired..." I say realizing I've been unbalanced with my meds.

He stands up embracing me into his arms kissing the top of my head. Zenday is coming home Monday. Is he staying until then?

"Are you hungry?" I ask looking up at him and he nods. "Same..." I frown knowing I barely cook. "Out?" He asks and I nod slowly. He nods. "Do you want to take a shower before or after me?" I ask knowing we only have one shower...

  His eyes dilated and I already know what he was thinking. I open my mouth to reject but close it. We won't do anything. Just shower.

"Don't touch." I point at him and he shrugs with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. I could see the bump. My eyes quickly snap away and grab a few towels. His eyes linger a bit too long on my behind...

  "Marcel" I glare and he blinks back up at me. "You calling me out changes what exactly?" He raises an eyebrow and my eyes widen. "I won't go in the shower." I huff and he rolls his eyes putting his hand on my back guiding me to the shower. "Mind you, I'm respectfully looking." He smirks. I gasp and my face flushed with red and heat.

   His hand rubs my back almost itching towards my butt. I quickly separate ourselves and I turn the shower on making sure to fold the towels and our clothes. I felt his arm wrap around my waist quickly bringing me into the shower causing me to squeal.
    "Mm." He hums leaving his lingering hands on my waist. He kisses the side of my face from the behind. "belle belle Chaton." He says in my ear. "S-stop." I whisper and he just chuckles . He lets his hands go from my sides.

(Beautiful beautiful kitten.)

He runs his hands through my curled hair with some conditioner. "Any spots you want to go to?" He asks and I think. "No.. not really." I mumble after a while. He leans past me grabbing the comb and brush. When I say I could feel all of him. I mean his whole body was pressed against me. His breathing was up against my neck and ear, I could feel his muscles and abs against me. And don't even get me started with how his... he.. we. No.

  "Sorry Chaton." He teases before tilting my head back. I didn't even say I needed my hair brushed... it does though.

He does it in a short amount of time. His hands run through my hair a few more times after combing and all. He pressed back against me, even closer. The brush and comb go back and he rinses everything out. "Stop d-doing that!" I whimper turning around to him. He stays silent reaching past me again for the other few products. I open my mouth and close it wondering what to say next.

  "Can I- can I have the shampoo?" I ask quietly and he raises an eyebrow. "I wanna do yours too." I pout remembering how I did it last time...

  "Of course.." he smirks leaning down while giving me the bottle. And that's what we did.
    I scrub his face with the face wash while his eyes stay in contact with mine. My thumbs rub into his cheeks and chin. I soon let him do my face.. it took a while because he kept taking too much. He wouldn't stop staring back into my eyes. Marcels tatted thumbs link under my jaw pushing it up. "Marcel..." I look away questioning his actions.

  "Let me kiss you." He says causing my eyes to widen and I gulp. "I- Marcel.." I whisper and he hums waiting for an answer. God I know I should say no. We aren't dating!

  "But.." I don't even know what to say with him just standing there looking down at my lips like that. "I'll take it as a no for now." Marcel answers inching away from me. His hands let go of my jaw and helps rinse my and his face off making sure to not get any wash in my eyes.

  "Thank you..." I whisper biting my lip. I see the time; 9:54.

I soon walk to my dresser making sure to keep my eyes off his.. body. I grab my bra and panties but I soon felt a presence behind me. I slowly turn my head seeing a sort of naked marcel. His body purposely pressed against me. Marcels arm extends putting the set back into the draw. He replaces them with more of a dark reddish set. My breathe hitches seeing the panties are quite... cheeky. "But- there's no...fine." I huff putting them up.

  He hums in satisfaction before walking back sliding on his other sweatpants he brought. Knowing he was sleeping over. I look through my dresser picking out nice shorts and a- before I could even grab a shirt to look through, my eyes get covered with a cloth. I slowly take it off seeing an oversized shirt.

"Wear that." He says with that stern voice leaving a shiver go down my spine. Giving me no room to argue nor choice.