The Merger

Chaos

"Our wedding is in five days, Princess. Do you not think it would be best to try and...try." Steve lay next to you in bed. The blanket only covering his lower half. His bare chest looked like it had more hair but it could have been his beard growth - wanting to look heroic for the portraits they are to paint for the wedding.

You turn on your back and sighed, "There will be no need remember?"

"Oh, are you still on about that?" he complained whilst sitting up. You joined him in sitting.

"Yes. I am still on about it, " you hissed.

"How are you planning to do it? You can't abdicate. That will just put me in power and we both know the whole kingdom is going to be chaos if that happens!"

"Did you just admit you were an incompetent leader?" you couldn't pass up the chance to make fun of him.

Steve huffed out an annoyed sigh, "We both know that the high council is not agreeable with me. I am a foreigner and the cuck of the castle. They have no respect for me and I have none for them; if you leave...your people will not be taken care of."

A very heavy silence followed, you managed to clear your throat after suddenly getting a dry mouth. "Do you not think it impressive that I just steered a conversation about sex to one about you speaking on politics?"

You could have sworn the Prince chuckled. "I still managed to say 'cuck'."

"It's not in my vocabulary I'm afraid."

"You don't know what it means?" he grinned.

"Don't-"

"What?"

"Don't make me feel like a dunce for not being actively sexual as you and every other man. It's a luxury you know?"

"To be sexual?" he couldn't keep the smile off his face and you couldn't keep the heat out of yours.

At this point you were beginning to stutter, not finding your words, "Oh-just-ugh, " you slapped his arm.

"Do you wish to be actively sexual?" he teased.

"Shut up, " you laid back down, facing away from the man who was currently enjoying every single second of teasing he could.

"Tell me, " he snuck up behind your ear, giving you chills.

"Good God! Go away!" you groaned and slapped his arm again. He managed to get you on your back and trap you between him and the bed, "Steven, " you warned.

"Just tell me, " tell him you want him. Tell him you want him to be the one inside of you for the first time until the day you die.

"Fine. Yes, sometimes I do." the heavy breath made him smirk. He could feel you trying to dig yourself deeper into the mattress and not think about his warm chest pressed to yours.

Steve made sure to move slowly and carefully. You had not been touched before in such an intimate way. It made him think about your personality; how fiery you were; your determination and diligence when it comes to your royal duties and yet when he simply stroked your collarbone you shivered.

Putty in his hands.
Perhaps getting you to fall in love with him would be a much smoother road than he expected.

"Steve, " you breathed, noticing gooseflesh emerging on your chest.

"We can go slow. Would you like that?" he hovered above, removing his chest from yours. You could suddenly breath again.

"Y-yes, "

His breath made your eyes shut, "Goodnight my Princess, " and only half a second later his lips connected with yours. They were so soft, so plump that you could bite them if you wanted.