Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

We arrive at a breakfast spot. But my mind has been quite... confused with how to deal with this questioned relationship. Unanswered relationship.

He helps me out the car, his hand was warm, rough. His scent was all over me. With his shirt on me now.. he wouldn't stop touching me. I'm not complaining but it's.. new.
We step into the spot and it was filled with chatter and plates clicking. We get welcomed by this lady who was really pretty. "Hi guys welcome!" She says with already 2 menus. "Hi!" I smile, she kept eye contact with Marcel sort of ignoring me.

"Let's go. I'll seat you guys" she hums walking. Her body almost wobbles side to side. I ignore it and continue walking. She stops and I walk to the side she was on to sit down, it made more sense. My foot gets stuck, it stopped all of a sudden causing me to fall.
Almost.

I already knew they were Marcels hands wrapped around. I hear a huff come from the waitress. "Be careful next time." He says sliding me in the booth with him instead. "Sorry.." I mumble but he just curves his hand in between my thighs.
   "So, what can I get for you... siblings?" She asks and my eyes widen. "Not even close." I laugh softly tugging at my shirt. "Oh.. sad." She giggles, "I'll let you guys look at the menu and I'll come back." She steps away and my body relaxes. "respirer." He whispers and I sigh.

  She's really pretty and it's not hard to tell she likes him. Or at least finds him attractive. Maybe he thinks she cute too..

  Marcel squeezes my leg and I look away. "What's wrong?" He asks and I shrug. "Nothing." I say and he lets go fixing his posture. His hands clamp together on the table, elbows off. Marcels head turned towards me. All attention on me.

  "I- she..." I huff not wanting to speak. Stop being so freaking insecure. "Who? Who's she?" Marcel asks and I shake my head. "Never mind." I take subconsciously playing with his rings. "Chaton." He says tipping my head up to look at him. "Don't avoid me." He says and I frown.
     Before I could speak the waitress comes up, "are you guys ready?" And my face heats up realizing we didn't even look. "We'll just start with an water  and grape juice." He hums and I gasp with a small smile. "You remembered and he sits back nodding. "Of course." She stares at me and soon walks away.

  I pick the menu up and look around wondering what to eat. No appetite. Stay skinny. Model skinny, long legs, nice waist.

"Am I pretty?" I ask quickly with furrowed eyebrow and marcels eyes flicker to me. "Yes, Absolutely." He says and I nod slowly. "But I don't have what they have. I don't look like them. Why me?" I whisper. "Because you're you. You don't look like whoever you think of, that's the best part. You don't act like other people, you have those mini ramble moments. I don't know anyone that does. You're truly unique." He rubs his face, face palming.

   "What are you thinking?" He asks and I shrug. "She's so pretty..." I whisper watching her walk around with a small smile. Marcels eyes travel to her and he shakes his head. "Two different people." He says simply. "She's not my type, you're my only type." He shrugs. "You and your self only is my type."
     His arm wraps around my waist and I sigh.

We aren't together though. Don't get comfy.

I look at the menu with no appetite. "Can we leave? Please." I sort of beg and he gives me a questioning look. My lip trembles and I look down not wanting to be in any space but my apartment. My room. Crap, even marcels house!

Take me there..

"Alright let's go Chaton." He whispers rubbing my back and we do. We leave without a word. I ruined breakfast. "I'm sorry." I frown but I get no response. "Don't be Jennifer. Lets just get you home." He rubs my hand with his thumb softly kissing it. "Can we go to your house? I-if not that's okay." I whisper embarrassed.

He was quiet, hesitant, unsure.

  "That's fine."

I nod slowly and he takes a few turns getting back into his direction.
We get there and It was silent. No Vinny! "Let's go lay down, oui?" he hums rubbing my back. I nod and we walk to his room, pine tree. Cigar smell.

All my comfort smells in one room. How?

A person scent is my comfort scent.

I take my shoes off and my pants knowing the shirt hides everything. I neatly put them aside while folded. I slide into the bed and soon Marcel does too. My hair was everywhere and Marcel takes the opportunity to put it into his famous buns. "Thank you.. can we watch miraculous?" I ask and he hums finding the remote. He flips through everything and soon it's on.

  We just laid there all day eating soup and grilled cheese. I don't want to back to reality, it hurts.

Marcel kisses my forehead while rubbing my back while I'm snuggled into his chest. The door bursts open and Vinny comes yelling. "Bro is watching a kids show!" He laughs but soon realizes I'm here. "Jenny!" He smiles brightly and I smile softly. "Leave." Marcel demands and Vinny silently mimics him before waving goodbye to me. I made sure to wave back!

   "How are you feeling?" He asks in my ear and I shrug. The blue was drowning into me. I'm a in tub filled with blue paint!

"I just want... I need time, don't leave me please." I whimper looking up at him and he closes his eyes bringing me closer to him. He kisses my head multiple times while squeezing me tight and rubbing my back. Whispering positive, reassuring affirmations.

  And I fell asleep to it.