Pleasing

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MARCEL POV

Jennifer was laying on the blanket in the bedroom with the windows closed and shut as we could hear the thunder come down.

She pops a grape in her mouth as she continues her story about when she peed herself in 1st grade. "And then! I got these cute unicorn shorts to wear since I didn't have anything else to wear." She smiles at the memory. "What about you?" She asks and I shrug.
"Homeschooled baby." I say knowing it wasn't the biggest lie but also not the truth. Jennifer eyes me carefully but hums telling another elementary story.

Soon after she sighs, "may I ask... who was Carmen?" I stop chewing and slowly look at her face seeing a worried face displaying on her. I look down not showing emotion. "A girl I used to date." I inquire and she looks away. "Can-can you tell me more? Why aren't you guys together anymore...?" She asks hesitantly. Her hands gripping the blanket we sat on with nervousness.

"She died when we were out on a mission. She just happened to be at the party we were at. It was dark. Carmen and me were dating for a couple of years. But, she was cheating on me for a while but I didn't quite care as she was obsessed with me as much as I was obsessed with her. Some how." I shake my head with disbelief. "Carmens death really fucked with my mind Jennifer. It's partly why I became the Don baby." I continue seeing her face switch between emotions.

"Oh..." she mumbles "what did she look like?" Her voice soft and I rub my face hating the images in my head. "She had black hair- fuck princess I-I don't know." I shrug not wanting to remember her features. She had beauty marks all over her, thin lips, she was always quite thin, but it never bothered me. Carmen was nothing like Jennifer.

I flicker my gaze to the women in front of me as she plays around with her fruit as she chews on her sandwich. "It's okay." She mumbles between chews, I was just glad she was mine and still is. Present time only.

"Did you- how'd you take her death?" Jennifer continues and I look out the dark window. "I drank. A lot. I found Amanuel in a strip club, I made my group bigger. I fucked girls and drank for months. Jazmine watched it all unravel but couldn't help me." I breath in. "After my mother died, my father taught me that women were just a... a...want. But when I met Carmen I needed her. Although she didn't need me. Through it all I was a fuck up, baby." I shake my head chuckling softly.

"I still am but shit. When I met you everything I used to feel intensified. I've never wanted to care for someone as much as you Jennifer. I've never loved someone so fuckin' much after my mother died but then you came. Fuck. You taught me how to love baby girl. You taught me how equal love can feel and look." I go on. "Mon amour et mon éternité." I speak smoothly to the flushed girl in front of me.

(My love and my forever)

A tear falls down her face but quickly wipes it with her back hand. "I love you..." she murmurs across from me. "Je t'aime" I speak back and she smiles softly.

(I love you)

My mother always said "I love you" without the too. She never wanted it to seem like if we didn't love her she wouldn't love us. She always did no matter the circumstances. The only women to ever make me vulnerable.

I've still got many, many walls to break down with Jennifer. But so far each one she has helped me break them down. Slowly. Crack by crack.

"Comer." She giggles and points to my strawberries. I raise an eyebrow at her command already knowing what eat is in Spanish.

"Thank you for telling me." She switches sitting positions and smiles at me. My heart clenches with lust but I hum to respond. I continue eating the berries and listening to Jennifer's stories. "I remember when um- my mom she uh, she made us pancakes one day. And uh- she thought she cooked them all the way. But- but she didn't. So we bit into them so happy for pancakes as it was-was a very rare thing." She clears her throat "since we never had the money but- but we ate into the pancake and we all realized it wasn't cooked." She giggles looking down at her hands. "We still ate them." A shrug occurs in her body.

"What happened baby girl?" I ask knowing her mother is gone as well. "I don't know.." she strains. "She just left one day..." Jennifer sucks a big breathe of air and sighs looking up at me. "But our abuela stayed with us." She shrugs and smiles.

I caress her cheek and hum comforting her. "What about yours?" She asks softly. "My father killed her, that's why I said he taught me it's a want not a need. But it's more than a need nor a want." I groan. "Why-why'd he- oh my god." She gasps covering her mouth. "Baby don't cry- my mother was just there to give him children. She was lucky to create sons and not daughter. My father needed generations to form faster so he needed sons to carry after him. Baby, they were in an arranged marriage. She wasn't going to last long through the abuse nor her miscarriages. I knew my mother was going to die wether it being by herself or my dad." I explain not having any pain go through my body explaining this.

I've been so used to numbing the memories of my mother. The topic no longer fazes me. I wish it did but right now I'm glad it doesn't. The only feelings I feel is anger for my father.

Jennifer's eyes reopen glossy but no tears form. "I don't- I don't like your father." She lets out and I chuckle softly. "Nobody does." I smirk and she lets out a half laugh. "Come on baby let's clean this mess up." I hum seeing as everything was mostly gone. She nods firmly sitting up and wiping her ass.

"I was thinking... maybe I don't do the challenge." She suggests and I glance down at her. "So adorable baby. Nice try." I kiss her forehead and walk away with the plates. Jennifer has tried to get me to give in and not let her do the dare but I've been ignoring them.

"Baby... I know that I can get soft with you. Trust me with that. But, I don't care how many times you try to get me to not let you do this nor how you try; you're doing it even if it's in your sleep." I tilt my head at the sad girl.

We agreed to make her do it after the picnic and so here we were. I cut the lemon and lime and easily smash the airheads and cover the two sour citrus fruits. I smirk and hand her the lemon first and she hisses at the smell and she fidgets.

Jennifer quickly sucks into the lemon squeezing her eyes shut and bites into the lemon slightly. Once done she jumps up and down and hisses at the sourness. "Uhh! That is so bad!" She chews the crunchy air heads. I bite my lip and throw the lemon away seeing it cleaned off. I hand her the lime silently and let her whine and hiss the dare out.

Her body tensed as each second went by. Her lips a bit red from the intensity of the sourness. Her tongue purple from the airheads. Her hand finds the bottle of warm water I set aside and she downs it. "Wow." She repeats over and over as tears roll down her cheeks. "It's so sour!" Jennifer squeals and I can't help but laugh. She wipes her tears and huffs at me.

"Baby don't be pouty." I kiss her cheek and she sinks into my touch. "Kiss me." She smirks and I raise an eyebrow. I lean forward tasting the sourness with a bit of sweetness after the airheads sourness dissolves. I deepen the kiss earning a faint groan from her. "My tongue hurts." She complains and I pull away.

"My poor baby" I tease as her pouty face.