The Princess And The Casanova

Misha would blush deeply, her pale cheeks becoming a soft rosy red when he rang out his words, singing to her how he would have to kiss each hair of her's gently back into it's proper place. His words were a tease to her, a soft and playful growl escaping her ebony lips.
"And if you do just that, you'll have to mess my coat up once again so that you can simply kiss every hair back in it's proper place," Misha would say in a soft tone, melodic chord ringing out to him. All that would happen next would be a blur to Misha, but she would remember it in her heart forever.