Now then, this was more like it, the Prince eagerly thought.  Cassiopeia slowly, as well as teasingly, unbuttoned her blouse, then casually dropped it on the floor.  There was nothing teasing about her breasts now on display, only concealed by her strapless bra.  While the buttons were undone, his eyes alternated between hers, and her moving fingers.  And then on what lay in wait underneath her blouse.  If that wasn’t an open invitation, he didn’t know what was.<br/><br/>As more time passed, the towel in the near vicinity of his waist no longer touched his skin.  Blouse removal only added to his excitement.  And then, of all things, a disruptive knock from the secondary door.  Bernard!  Orion refused to display any trace of agitation in front of the Princess.  She implored him to ignore the door, dragging him down as she lay prone on the bed.  She didn’t need to say it twice.  His sole focus remained on her.<br/><br/>Still, his attendant’s incessant knocking required his attention.  Somehow, without leaving Cassiopeia.  Orion quickly searched his memory bank, recalling a buzzword of sorts which basically translated to<i>do not disturb!  </i>It was a game, but which one?  The Prince was unable to recall the last time he had to use it.<i>Jenga!  </i>No, that wasn’t it.  He vaguely remembered the letter<i>Z </i>was in the word.  Got it, he thought.<br/><br/>“<i>Yahtzee</i>!” Orion said, loud enough for his valet to hear.  The knocking ceased.  Good thing, too, as it was abundantly clear to him that she wasn’t letting him go.  While one hand caressed his thigh under the towel, her legs wrapped around his waist.  Cassiopeia’s other hand sank into his hair.<br/><br/>Slowly lifting himself off of her, Orion viewed her luscious breasts as captives.  And being the honorable Prince that he was, he freed them from her bra.  Kisses rained down on the pair, while a stray hand found itself between her legs.  He rubbed the soft denim on the inside of her thighs, stopping just shy of her crotch.