Once A Warrior Princess

Chapter 11~ A Disney Princess

Steve's POV

"So are you and Melody an item now?" Natasha asked, settling herself in the chair next to me.

"Sort of. What is it with you and trying to get me a date?" I asked.

"You're my pet project. And only sort of? What does that mean?"

"It means she's 16 so nothing is official yet," I answered.

"Where is she anyway?" Nat asked, seemingly ignoring me, but I knew she had locked the information away for later.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"It's almost noon. You don't think she's still in bed do you?"

"It's possible. Or maybe she's just in her room ignoring everyone. That's not exactly uncommon," I pointed out.

"Well maybe you should go check," Nat told me and I smiled while rolling my eyes. Natasha was really something else.

"Fine. If that's what it takes for you to leave me alone," I said, making my way to Melody's room. The room was silent, save for a YouTube video playing on Melody's phone, and even that wasn't very loud.

And there she was. Curled as far into herself and the blankets as she could get. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. Angelic, really. Perfection. A true sleeping beauty. But it was almost noon and I knew she'd be upset if she slept the day away. I sat next to her and started to peel the blankets away from her.

"Melody," I whispered gently, trying not to jar her. Her nose crinkled and she buried her face into the pillow. I tried again. "Melody, love. It's time to get up."

"I don't wanna," She whined softly, rolling over. I chuckled and decided there was only one way I was getting her up. I laid down next to her and pulled her body flush with mine. She fit perfectly next to me; we were like to puzzle pieces.

"Baby, you have to get up. It's almost noon," I whispered in her ear, wrapping an arm around her. She turned over again, this time so her face was pressed against my chest.

"But it's so comfy. And you're so warm. Can't we just spend the day like this?"

"I'm sorry, Doll, but you have to get out of bed."

"But Steve..." She whined. I sighed. This was going to be more difficult than I had thought.

"If you get up, I'll give you something I know you want," I said.

"Which is?" She groaned, falling back asleep. Clearly, she was used to these types of tactics.

"Kisses," I stated simply.

"Kisses? As in plural? On the lips?" She asked, sounding a little bit more awake.

"That's right," I said. For the first time, her eyes opened.

"I thought you were against making out with me because I'm only 16," She questioned.

"That didn't stop me from kissing you the first time. Or from kissing you back the second time," I pointed out and she grinned.

"You're willing to sacrifice your moral compass just to get me out of bed?"

"No. I'm just looking for an excuse," I corrected her, melding our lips together. Her lips were soft and warm against mine. Just as our bodies did, our lips fit together like puzzle pieces.

"That's one," She said after we had broken apart.

"And I'm nowhere near done," I promised, pressing my lips against her full, plush ones. This one was different. It was faster, hotter; full of demanding bites along her bottom lip as my body hovered over hers on her bed; her hands sliding into my hair, causing me to groan against her mouth. We kept going like that for a perfect eternity; my body over hers, and our lips dancing in such a way that no one else could ever replicate.

"We have to stop," I said, my chest heaving.

"But we were just getting started," She whined against my lips, pressing those warm lips against mine, kissing me with fervor. It was so hard to deny her.

"If we don't stop now, Tony will have no grounds to call me the 90-year-old virgin," I whispered in her ear, nipping on the shell.

"Oh, is that all?" She laughed, throwing her head back, revealing her pale neck to me. I kissed it gently, and she looked into my eyes.

"Steve, if you really want me to get up, then you have to get off of me," She giggled.

"Only if you promise we'll end the day like this," I smiled.

"I'm down for a sleepover, pretty boy. Should I put my sword between us like they did in medieval times?" She asked placing her delicate hands on my face, nuzzling her nose against mine.

"But how will I hold you against me?" I asked, chasing her lips for just one more kiss. I really was an addict for her, but it didn't bother me.

"The whole point of the sword is so that we don't touch. It's to keep us chaste. At least according to a Netflix show I binged. To be honest, I'm not even sure if it was a real practice."

"No sword. I want to hold you tonight."

"Oh, that's right. Your whole thing is a shield," She laughed.

"I'd pick up a sword for you. I'd use it too," I told her.

"I love you," She said and my heart melted.

"I love you too," I replied, "But you still have to get up," I said, standing next to her bed. She groaned, but crawled out of her bed, flicking two fingers towards the bed and it began to make itself. She disappeared into her bathroom and reemerged dressed.

For the rest of the day, which admittedly wasn't very long since Melody hadn't crawled out of bed until 12:30, Melody clung to my side. It didn't matter what I was doing, Melody was there with me. She was adorable when she was clingy, and what was even better was she was clinging to me.

"There isn't any statutory rape going on, is there. Because I'm all for a full sex life, but I will not have rape of any kind under my roof," Tony said and I glared at him.

"Don't worry, Tony. Steve is so old fashioned, I doubt he'll touch me until he puts a ring on my finger," Melody laughed and I playfully glared at her. I knew for a fact I was going to make her 18th birthday a very memorable one.