Orion was having way too much fun for his own good.  Thing is, he wasn’t even touching the Princess.  That honor fell to Angus.  Rather, Angus took it upon himself to be lead dog in Rugby Ball Throwing 101.  His friend and teammate appeared to not give a rat’s ass as to whether or not Cassiopeia improved her throwing technique.  Because quite frankly, she was horrible.  But the Prince knew she was being horrible on purpose.  And Angus?  Only thing on his mind was to get as close as possible to her without appearing to grope her.  From Orion’s viewing angle, any closer and Angus would be in her clothes, which was his ultimate goal.<br/><br/>Following six more shabby attempts, Cassiopeia threw in the towel.  With each lame-duck attempt, however, some of the lads began to mock Angus for being such a lousy instructor.  Normally, he’d fire zingers right back at them.  But this wasn’t a normal practice.  A woman dripping sex appeal from every pore usually didn’t attend their practices.  Boredom struck wives and girlfriends real quick.  Throw in the fact that this sexy beast actually asked to be taught how to properly throw a rugby ball, and it amazed Orion that there wasn’t a riot going on right now.<br/><br/>Apparently, the Princess was requesting another tutor.  And wouldn’t you know it?  It had to be him.  Orion had been through this before, of course.  He remembered how she was showing steady improvement with each throw back home.  At her beckoning, all eyes turned toward him as he approached her.  Angus reluctantly stepped aside, probably pissed that his coveted spot against her body needed to be surrendered.<br/><br/>With all of his teammates now behind him, no one witnessed the wink Orion had intended for Cassiopeia.  Only she saw it.  He figured she wasn’t about to give Angus the satisfaction of teaching her how to toss that ball.  “Now then, Cassiopeia,” he stated while handing her the ball.  The Prince was extremely careful at not calling her “Princess.”  Since she was holding the ball, he mimicked the correct throwing motion with his bare arms and hands.<br/><br/>Positioning himself behind her, he had to admit at feeling a little dirty with Angus having been there before him.  Time to get on with it, he reckoned.  Naturally, he was still in his practice gear of a jersey, shorts and cleats.  Orion pressed his chest against her back, and lightly placed his hands on her arms.  It would’ve been a hug, had he brought their arms toward her chest.<br/><br/>“Now then, Cassiopeia,” he began.  “What say we try this again?  I know you can do it,” he added reassuringly.  This close, the scent of her hair and perfume had to have been driving Angus bonkers.  They certainly had that effect on the Prince.  Orion felt bad about leaning his still somewhat sweaty jersey against her.