Minus her hat and sunglasses, Cassiopeia’s clothing remained the same from the morning practice.  The Prince was elated about that, since what she’d pieced together for the minor occasion highlighted all of her assets.  He suspected she chose what she chose to torment the lads.  Little did she know, but that included himself, too.  Or maybe she was already aware of this fact.  She was perched at the end of his unmade bed, looking like a tasty treat.<br/><br/>Contented that both doors were locked, one of the maids could always fix his bed later, Orion returned to the Princess.  Following a kiss, he remained in front of her, while a hand found its way to his waist, right above the towel.<br/><br/>This close and in complete privacy, he could now soak in and appreciate her clothing, away from the ravenous eyes of his teammates.  There was her white blouse, which hung teasingly off of her left shoulder.  Since there was no visible strap, Orion deduced that she must be wearing a strapless bra.  He’d know by now if she’d been braless the entire time.  At least one of the lads would’ve said something about that, but no one did.<br/><br/>Then there was her snug jeans, neatly tucked into her ankle boots.  As tight as they were, the jeans didn’t appear to be uncomfortable or restrictive in any way.  What he especially liked was how its close-fitting accentuated her curvy figure in all the right places.  The bracelets were well-chosen accessories.  No surprise there.<br/><br/>Orion kissed her again, this time with a little exploratory tongue.  Soon after, he dropped his attention to her bare shoulder, inhaling her scent and skimming his lips over her skin.  Leaning in closer, he pressed himself against one of Cassiopeia’s knees, then straddled the other one.  Surely, she could feel what was awakening under the towel by now.