Queen's Princess

PART III: Chapter 20

"Come on, let's take care of the fire before heading inside," Odessa pulled away, her warmth being taken with her.

I stood up, shivering slightly before helping her douse the flames of the fire. Nothing was left other than the embers on the ground. We moved the wooden logs we used to sit around the fire to where it leaned against the backside of the house. Odessa walked up beside me and wrapped her arm around my waist, pulling me into her as we walked towards the back door. She grabbed the handle and swung it open for me.

"Thanks," I said and walked in.

"Anything for ya, Y/N," she stepped inside and closed the door.

We slipped our shoes off before heading into my room. I laid down on the makeshift bed and she sat down on the opposite side of me. I turned to see she was still sitting up instead of laying down.

"Is everything ok, Dez?"

"Yeah," she turned and looked down at me. "Are you comfortable?"

"Not really."

"I can change that," she laid down and grabbed me, pulling me onto her. "There we are. Better?"

I smiled, pecking her lips, "Much better."

"Goodnight, Y/N," she said, brushing a few strands of my hair behind my ear, placing her hand on my cheek and she caressed it with her thumb. Her rough, calloused hand contrasted against my soft, smooth skin. It was a feeling I could get used to.

"Goodnight, Dez," I said and rested my head on her chest, wrapping my arms around her and she wrapped hers around me.

In the morning, I found my back was pressed up against Odessa's chest. Her one arm was wrapped around my waist and it bent upwards, intertwining her hand with mine. Her other arm was acting as a pillow for both her and myself. I smiled to myself, knowing her embrace was a safe place for me to be in. I closed my eyes, scooting further back to be as close as I can, slowly falling back asleep with her warmth radiating from her.

Finally waking up because I felt stirring behind me, Odessa sat up and I turned over, watching as she ran her hand through her mohawk. Some of the hair flopped downwards and some strands poked out here and there. I slowly sat up and looked at the back of her hair. While the most prominent part was her mohawk, there was a line of hair that was separated into sections before it became a ponytail. There was hair underneath that splayed outwards and was down past the base of her neck. I reached up and dug my hand into that part of her hair, feeling how soft it was. She turned her head and smirked at me.

"Enjoying that?"

"Yeah," I smiled, looking into her amber eyes.

"I can get used to it," she said, turning her head to where it was facing forwards.

I reached up with my other hand and ran it through her mohawk. She shuddered slightly, really enjoying me playing with her hair.

"I never saw ya with your hair down."

She chuckled, "It's a hassle to get it back to how it is now."

"I can help ya put it back up."

"Are ya sure?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'd like to see what ya look like with your hair down."

She snickered, turning back and smirked at me, "If you become a jumbled mess of words when I flirt with ya, just imagine how you're going to be with my hair down."

"I can handle it."

She let out a laugh, "Alright, if you can keep your composure, I'll let ya take the day off for training. If ya can't keep your composure."

She quickly turned around, grabbed my wrists with her hand, and pinned me to the bed, placing my arms above my head, "I can have fun with ya."

I blinked at her and was at a loss for words. She smirked once more and leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Good luck, Y/N."

"Y-You're on," I said as she pulled away, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I got on my knees and made my way over to her. I reached to her left side and removed the braid that was there before moving onto the right side that was braided. Running my hands through it, those strands of hair became wavy due to how long they were braided. Reaching up, I removed the ponytail that was on the back of her head, digging my hands into the hair and straightening it as the hairs parted between the gaps of my fingers. Finally, it was time to deal with her mohawk. I moved to where I was sitting beside her before standing up, walking to face her. Moving my hands through her hair, I pushed the strands of hair back and downwards. Her hands reached up and were placed on my hips, her thumbs rubbing little circles against my stomach. I bit my lip, trying to remain as neutral as I can be. Once her hair was pushed back, I moved the strands to where it created a natural parting in her hair line. I took in a deep breath before I backed away, looking at her hair now. Looking up at me, she knew I was faltering. I placed my hand over my mouth and looked away, turning on the balls of my feet, swaying back and forth.

She reached out and pulled me closer to her, her hands finding their place back on my hips. Her eyes looking down and then slowly up into mine, she knew exactly what she was doing. Staring into my eyes, she saw my cheeks starting to grow red along with the tips of my ears. She smirked, knowing she was going to win this. All she had to do was this one thing and I was done for, but I think she was waiting to use that as a last resort.

"Feelin' alright there, Y/N? Ya look a bit warm."

"I-It's nothing, I-I swear," I said, trying to remain composed.

She stood up, really showing our height difference and looked down at me, her hair falling around her face almost like a curtain.

"Are ya sure?" she asked.

"Y-Yeah. W-W-Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because of this," she said and winked at me, smirking.

I pulled away from her and faced the wall, walking towards it. I raised my fist and pounded it against the wall.

"SHIT!" I yelled.

Odessa laughed and came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist, "I win."