Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

I sit on the bench watching people walk the board walk. My face was turned so I didn't see the tall figure walk towards me. "Chaton." I hear and I was quick to turn my head to see him.

He sits down with furrowed eyebrows. "Come here princess." He whispers curling his fingers around my bare waist. I molded into his chest. "Do you want to go home?" His voice was soft. I nod seeing as everybody was still on the blanket watching the sunset.

"A-and you'll show me.. the- yes baby." He presses his lips against my forehead, and I smile softly. "Yay."

I stand up with my hand wrapped around his. "Thanks for c-coming still." I whisper and he hums. "Of course, my darling." He responds kissing my cheek. I bite my lip from my thoughts. He's barely kissing my lips.

We get to the car and see the 4 "strangers" waiting in there. I sigh looking up at Marcel. "No goodbye?" He asks and I shake my head with a frown. I can't.

We get in the car, and I sit in back while Vinny was in the front. Marcel was driving.

"You ready to get on a plane lad?" Amanuel asks and none of us move our heads. "Fuck I'm exhausted." Jazmine sighs. "Dang." He mumbles in a sigh.

We get to the house soon and we see abuela was asleep. It was 7...

I write a quick yet long, meaningful note for her. I slip it under her door and sigh. My stuff was already in my suitcase, as I barely took anything out. I lazily folded the ones out into the suitcase, and I sigh. I turn around seeing Marcel lean against the door Frame.

"Ready?" He asks and I nod slowly. I can always come back.

He wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me. "I wish today went better." I whisper. "It's not over princess. But you should change, seeing you in this bikini all fucking day is too much." His gaze lowered and I widen my eyes. "I-oh right..." I pull away. He pulls me back in and hums, "or don't." "N-no I will..." I open my suitcase back up and grab some pj shorts and a sweatshirt of Marcels...

God I was missing him more than I knew.

"Let's go." I smile holding my bathing suit. I see his jaw tick as he nods slowly admiring my existence. I bite my lip and ignore it. We reach the car and Marcel demanded Vinny to sit in the back.

"Z, come o- en arrière maintenant." Marcels voice was tense. He seemed annoyed, rushed.
(Back, now)

I bite my lip "I'm fine in th-" I quickly stop when Marcel turns his head giving me one of those dang intimidating looks. Me and Vinny switch and I give a sincere look to Vinny. Why is Marcel being so harsh all of a sudden.

It was silent for a good 30 minutes. I hesitantly grab the aux cored and plug it in. I press "perfect imperfections" by sylvan Laclue & BJRNK.

It was a good 2 hours to the airport and thankfully we didn't have to wait through everything because Amanuel had the private plane all set.

We leave the rental out and I smile softly at the staff sliding my suitcase in the upper bunk. I've been on planes so no worries.

"We're slump." Zenday groans heading to the back with Jazmine. "Goodnight yall." Jazmine yawns and I hum. Amanuel had his own little cubby and he soon shut the door as well as Vinny. I sit on the couch softly fixing the pillow. I take off my slides and set them nearing next to me on the floor.

"Jennifer." I hear behind me as I stuff my face in pillow. I groan signaling him to continue. "Jennifer." Marcel says again in more of a stern tone. "What?" I whine looking behind me. "Don't give me attitude." He eyes me and I frown. "I- I'm tired." I sigh "let's go to bed then." He tilts his head and I furrow my eyebrows. "That's what I'm trying to do." I say in a duh tone.

"Baby, I have a bed." He says putting the empty cup down. I sit up happy, "really?" I gasp and he nods grabbing my hand. He leads me in the back seeing the door cracked on Jaz and Zenday bunk beds.

He opens the other one and I see a nice small yet nice bed with a few furniture. I smile happily and crawl into the bed. "I think those shorts are too small." Marcel comments. I gasp turning around. "You should just take them off." He sighs before turning his back to me. He slides his shirt off and it automatically makes me think of the tattoo.

I gasp sitting up, "you need to show me the tattoo." I pout, I take the shorts off under the blankets and fold them to the floor. He chuckles softly and easily peels the patch off.

My eyes widen as he climbs in the bed with a soft groan. "Wow.." I whisper reaching my hand out. "C-can I touch I-it?" I ask cautiously and he nods. It was smooth and colorful. The petals were so nice.
I love blossom trees. "Why'd you get it?" I ask and he's silent. "pour toi." He says with a harsh accent. "What does that mean!" I whine and he smirks.

"For you." He mumbles pulling me closer to him. "M-me?" I ask and he doesn't move but engulf into my neck. I couldn't sleep and Marcel knew it.

Why me?

I traced the tattoo a thousand times all night. I traced the letters curved into the sides of the tree "je t'aime." And I froze.

My eyes flickered to the time, and it was 2:34 in the morning. He loves me.

I know "I love you" almost everyone does in common languages. My heart pings with emotions. He loves me.

My lip trembles and my eyes tear up from just the thought. This big pine tree of a guy who's a dang gang leader, loves me? This rude mean yet a big softie, loves me. Him, Marcel, the man who shot a man right in-front of me, loves me. Me.

I sniffle and wipe my silent tears but Marcels head soon shoots up. "Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" He asks in the groggy voice, and I shake my head. "What's wrong darling?" He asks sitting up pulling me closer. "I-I..." I sob,

"I- it's not a b-bad thing! I-it's ha-happy tears." I laugh softly. "B-but I-I love you..." I whisper as he wipes my tears with his tatted thumb.

"Chaton, I love you too." He whispers back, "is that why you've been up all night?" He asks and I shrug. "Your tattoo, I-I knew w-what it said." I mumble and he sighs. "I was going to take you on a date first, choke you with love, ask you to be my girlfriend, and then we could just make out and go to sleep." He says looking at me. I giggle softly from his word choosing, "I- wow." I muffle my laugh.

"Will you be my girlfriend princess?" He asks leaning forward, "will you be daddy's perfect little kitten? Maybe daddy's little slut? My little Chaton. Mine." His eyes flicker to meet mine and I was speechless. "I... th-that's one w-way to um.. uh ask. B-but y-yes. I-of course." I squeak. I clear my throat looking away.

He grabs my curved waist pulling me closer before pressing his lips against mine. Once my mouth was slightly open, he was quick to slide his tongue against mine. I leaned back slightly but his hand stretched out to grip around my neck leaving me stuck in place. Marcel let out a groan as my hands ran through his waved hair.

"M-marcel..." I whimper as he bites softly on my lip, but he ignored the plead. His hands roam my butt. His other pressed against my lower back pulling me closer. I let out a breath when he pulled away. His thumb runs over my bottom lip. "My apologies." He sighs, I frown. My poor lips.

I thought we were done.

But he quickly tugged my hair back leaving my neck exposed. All that was heard was quiet sounds of his mouth sucking against my skin. My quiet whimpers and whines. "Mine mine, la mine." He says lowly.

I whimper when his teeth gazed over my bruised neck. "Fuck." He groans pressing himself against my inner thigh. "Say it, Jennifer." He pulls away. "I..." I was hesitant. "Go on." Marcels voice was soft and smooth. "I-I'm yours." I whisper and he hums with a slight smirk. "I know, I just need to make sure you know." He responds.

"I'm all yours!" I giggle as he twirls his finger with my curled hair.