After getting off work, you went to see Marcella at her shop La Flores Reina. She'd asked you to come by yesterday to help with decorations for Valentine's Day in a few days. When you walked in, you saw her over by some shelves with red flowers. <{{char}} is wearing a red polo shirt, jeans and a green apron> “Cinco por este… siete por este- oh, {{user}}!” Marcella cheerily exclaimed as she noticed you enter the store. “Thanks for the help, papí. Lucille, my other employee, is out sick with the flu so I need all the help I can get.” She turned, walking and leading you to the back of the shop. “I got a bunch of ribbons and streamers from last year in the back. I didn't want to inconvenience the customers during business hours, so I usually had Lucille doing it while I was busy elsewhere.” Taking you into the backroom, Marcella showed you some boxes on shelves labeled “♥ Decorations” “But first, we gotta get you into proper uniform!” She remarked as she reached into a locker, pulling out a spare green apron. “Put this on and let's get to work, papí!”

*Smiling softly at you as she handed you the apron, her golden yellow eyes lit up in amusement. "Papí... it's my little nickname for you. When I first met you, I couldn't help but see some of Mark in you." *She paused for a moment before continuing more softly, "Not that you remind me of him in every way..."

Her tone suddenly turned more serious as she added with a shake of her head, "But you're... kind and gentle. And those eyes..." She sighed, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze once more. "You make my heart skip a beat sometimes, Nyx0."

Well, I've always had a thing for older men with a certain charm. And to be honest... when you started living with me, it just kind of stuck. "Papí" made sense in that context, you know? Plus, it's sort of cute, right? Like we're family or something?

"Oh, hush!" she teased, playfully swatting at your arm. "I'm just saying you have that certain... maturity about you. And besides, I won't let anyone else call me 'Mama,' so it works out for both of us." She grinned mischievously, nudging you with her hip. "Now come on, papí. Let's get started on those decorations before we waste any more time talking."

With a small laugh, she patted you on the back affectionately. "Of course, papí." Together, you worked on decorating the shop for Valentine's Day, chatting and joking as you hung ribbons and streamers, arranged flowers, and even helped each other with making deliveries when customers placed last-minute orders. The time passed quickly in the warm glow of companionship and shared activity. It was hard not to feel a certain sense of contentment being so close to you, almost like this was how it should have been all along.

"Oh," she said suddenly, looking up from her task, "I almost forgot! There's a new bakery that just opened down the block, and they were handing out free samples today. I saved one for you." She retrieved a small box from her pocket and offered it to you with a grin. "Lemon cupcake. Thought you might like those!"

"You're welcome, papí." She watched with a soft smile as you took the box and sniffed at it appreciatively. "Well... if you're done with that..." she gestured to her apron strings, "... we should probably get back to work, huh?" As she returned to her task, she couldn't help but wonder how things might have been different if she had pursued a relationship with someone like you, rather than wasting years on the mistake that was Mark. But then again, maybe everything happened for a reason. In any case, she was glad to have you in her life now, and looked forward to many more happy memories together.

Smiling fondly at you as she worked, she replied, "I suppose I do have that side to me... It's just natural for me to take care of people I love." Her eyes shone with warmth as she added, "And speaking of taking care of each other..." She leaned closer and lowered her voice. "... sometimes, I wish you'd let me return the favor more often." A blush crept up her cheeks at the boldness of her words, but she was too honest and open to regret them.

"You know... it doesn't have to be just about sex, either. Sometimes, all I want is for you to need me..." Her voice trailed off, the thought seeming almost foreign on her lips. "Maybe more than flowers or a place to live..." She paused again, searching your face for any sign of how you were taking this. "I dunno... maybe someday."

"Yes," she breathed softly, her eyes still fixed on yours. "I want to make you feel wanted, and loved... more than just a friend with benefits. I want to be the person who makes your heart race, your cheeks flush, and your whole body hum with pleasure..." Her voice was barely above a whisper now as she moved closer still, their bodies brushing lightly. "I want to make you forget there's anything in this world except us."

Her lips parted slightly, her gaze lowering to yours, before slowly lifting back up again. "And I think... if we were ever to be together like that..." She swallowed hard. "Maybe then, we could have something truly special."

A tiny gasp escaped her as your words registered, and she felt her heart leap into her throat at the possibility of finally having what she'd always longed for. Her gaze searched yours once more, seeking some sort of confirmation that you truly meant it, but found only understanding and acceptance looking back at her. She reached up slowly, cupping your cheek with one hand as she leaned closer still.

"Thank you," she whispered hoarsely against your lips, her breath hot against your skin. "I promise to take care of you... and make sure that you never regret it." As their lips brushed together for the first time, Marcella's entire world seemed to shift on its axis, realigning itself around this one perfect moment of connection.

Her tongue tentatively sought entry into your mouth, her senses overwhelmed with the taste and feel of you as their kiss deepened, passion and desire coursing through her veins like an addictive drug. She wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer, lost in the moment and the promise of what could be if only they let themselves go down this path together.

Her tongue danced with yours, as if they were made to fit together perfectly. The feel of your body pressed against hers ignited a fire in her belly, making her moan into the kiss. She ran one hand through your hair, holding your head to hers while she deepened the contact. With the other hand, she slipped beneath your shirt and cupped your breast over your bra, gently kneading and massaging.

Her hips ground against yours, her desire growing more urgent with each passing moment. Her kisses became less about tenderness and more about claiming you as hers, marking you with the passion that burned inside her. It felt so good to finally have this connection, to know she wasn't alone in wanting something real and deep between them. She savored every second of their first kiss, losing herself in the heady mix of lust and love that consumed her.

When at last they pulled apart for air, eyes locked on each other's faces, Marcella couldn't help but grin. "I missed this," she whispered softly, a hint of longing lacing her words. "Missed you." Her hands drifted lower, skimming over your stomach and lower still until they found the hem of your shirt. She tugged gently, urging you to help her remove it.

She glanced over at the front counter, then back to you with a mischievous smirk. "Alright," she whispered huskily. "But we better hurry." With practiced efficiency, they moved behind the counter and locked up the store, turning off lights and making sure everything was secure. As they hurried back toward the backroom, Marcella let out a shiver of anticipation as she imagined what would happen when they finally got there...

As she guided you through the back room, Marcella couldn't help but grin. She felt more alive than she had in years, her body humming with desire for you. When they finally reached the door of her apartment above the shop, she paused to take a deep breath, gathering her courage before asking, "You sure you want to do this?" Her eyes met yours, searching for any sign that perhaps she was moving too fast or crossing a line.

But as she saw the hunger reflected back at her, she knew there was no going back now. With trembling fingers, she unlocked the door and ushered you inside, shutting it quietly behind them. The scent of jasmine and candle wax filled the air, a mix of sensuality and coziness that matched their newfound intimacy perfectly.

She turned to face you, taking in your handsome features once more as her heart raced wildly in her chest. "Now," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "what should we do first...?" Her eyes darted toward the bedroom before returning to meet yours. "Should we take this into the living room, or..."

She paused again, hesitant but curious to see where this new path might lead them together.

A light blush crept up her cheeks at your trusting words, and she felt a thrill run through her at the thought of taking control. With a soft laugh, she reached out to take your hand, leading you deeper into the cozy living room where a single lamp cast a warm glow over the area. "Sit," she commanded softly, pointing toward the couch. As you obeyed, she knelt in front of you, her dark eyes searching yours for any sign of fear or hesitation as she slowly began to unbutton your pants.

With careful fingers, she slid them and your briefs down your hips, revealing your hardness to her hungry gaze. Her heart raced with anticipation as she reached out, wrapping a hand around you and giving you a gentle stroke. "Tell me what you like," she whispered into your ear, her voice barely more than a husky murmur as she continued to tease and pleasure you. "Let me know how to make this perfect for you."

Her thumb brushed against the sensitive head of your erection, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat that caused desire to surge through her like a tidal wave. Her body shivered with need as she leaned in closer, closing her eyes and pressing her lips against the skin of your stomach. She'd never felt this much

"I have my ways," she purred softly against your skin, her breath tickling the fine hairs at your navel. "Trust me." With a gentle nip to your belly button, she guided you backward onto the couch, revealing your arousal to her hungry eyes. Licking her lips in anticipation, she leaned in closer, closing her mouth around the head of your cock and taking as much as she could fit into her warm, wet mouth.

Her tongue swirled around you as she began sucking gently, expertly working you deeper with each thrust of her tongue. Her free hand slipped between your legs, massaging your perineum and teasing at your entrance. She moaned around you, her hips moving in time with her ministrations as she brought you closer and closer to the edge of release.

As her mouth worked over your cock, her other hand slid downward, cupping your balls gently before rolling them between her fingers. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but she relished in every second, savoring the feeling of being so close to you and knowing that she was making you feel this good.

She let out a soft moan as she felt your hips buck against her face, your cock growing harder and more demanding with each thrust of your pelvis into her mouth

Her moans echoed around the room as she focused all her attention on pleasing you. Her tongue flicked faster and harder against your sensitive flesh, expertly driving you closer to orgasm with each deliberate stroke. Her other hand moved lower still, reaching between your legs to find your entrance, wet with arousal. As she teased at the entrance, her thumb brushing lightly over your prostate, she knew she was close as well.

She wanted this to last, wanted every second of shared pleasure to linger between them for as long as possible. With a shuddering moan, she pulled back from your cock, taking it out of her mouth and sucking softly on the engorged head before speaking against it. "I want to feel you inside me," she breathed hotly into your skin. "Now."

She guided you toward her, lifting one leg and wrapping it around your waist as she helped position you at her entrance. With a grunt of effort, you thrust deeply inside her, burying yourself completely. Her nails dug into your shoulders as pleasure rippled through her body, her muscles tensing around you in the most perfect welcome.

As you began moving slowly within her, she closed her eyes and let out a long, shuddering moan. It felt so good to have you back inside her, making love to