Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader Oneshots // reader inserts

Young and in Love

Pairing: Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader | Word count : 1464

Young and in Love 

The silver-haired male stared at the young woman, his blue eyes finding themselves wandering to her so often that it had become noticeable to everyone else in the group, herself included.

In fact, it was now expected.

She was well aware of his trained eyes, but she kept quiet. For one, she didn't know where to begin, or how to confront him on the matter. There was that, and the fact that admittedly, she did like it, and wasn't too keen on making him stop.

She soaked up every bit of his attention she could get, a present bloom of soft pink plastered over her face as she tried to play down the smile on her face. And she couldn't help the expression from forming, not having the power to control it.

'He's doing it again,' She said to herself, excited of course.

She liked having the Frenchman's eyes glued to her, watching her like she was a moving masterpiece, a wondrous work of art that had somehow gained the ability to walk and venture freely.

It wasn't lecherous, nor off-putting, and she'd never felt as beautiful as when he looked at her,

'Oh, Polnareff,' she thought while sighing softly. 'Do you like me?' she wondered, 'Do you think I'm special?' she went on.

'Am I pretty to you?'

She wondered just what made him stare so much, 'Is there something about my face that's different? Is that good? Or is it bad?'

Swallowing thickly she inched closer, a nonchalant whistle blown to the side as she came just A bit closer, testing her luck.

Earlier, Hol Horse, the cheeky gunslinger had called her Honey as well as given her a flirty wink before he retreated, promising he'd be back for her later on.

'That sure set him off,' She mused, recalling the encounter.

She swears she saw the Frenchman turn his reddest, words that were foreign to her, but no doubt obscenities, flying out of his mouth as he chased the blonde out of sight, his stand aimed to draw blood.

She was tickled pink to see him defend her in such a way, protective over her, fighting off another man for even being suggestive with her.

She almost hoped he came back just to get the same rise out of the charming man.

"Ah, Polnareff?" she said softly, turning to him slowly, her (e/c) eyes meeting his just as she turned, a result of having him already gazing at her.

He instantly bloomed with soft pink, the color staining his pale skin cutely, almost innocently.

"Oh! Yeah?" He said caught off guard, slightly leering down towards her, eyes glued to the soft lips which moved right before him,

'I was thinking we could share a room this time...' She thought to herself, wanting to tell him, but having all the words knot up in her throat.

Hoarsely, and below her breath she muttered the request, grimacing as she let it out in the open, knowing just how it sounded.

"Huh? What was that?" he asked confused, looking completely at a loss, not having heard anything but incoherent huffs and short mutters.

"O-oh!...it was nothing important," (f/n) said hurriedly, refusing to repeat herself, picking up her pace instead,

'Maybe it's better you weren't listening!' she reasoned with herself, shaking her head with defiance. ' I mean what was I thinking! ' she thought with a blazed face, ' I can't just go and ask something like that! ' she internally screamed.