<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Cassiopeia slowly took off her shirt as she waited for a reply from Orion. She dropped it on the floor, then looked him in the eyes, inviting him to continue. She was more than happy to skip lunch in favor of this time between them. She scowled as a knock came at the door. What idiot was trying to get the Prince's attention? Did they not understand that a locked door meant he was busy?  <br/>
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She leaned back onto the bed, dragging him with her. "I have been waiting for this moment for a while now. I will not give it up. Ignore the door." She growled. As she kissed him, her hand made it's way under his towel, running across his thigh. She wanted to get his attention on her, not the door. Her breasts were soft and pressed against his bare chest, barely contained by the bra she had on. <br/>
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Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in place. Her fingers tangled in his hair. She wanted him to claim her as his. She wanted to know that they would be good together. That he would accept her as  his wife because of who she was, not because it was required of the both of them. She craved his complete acceptance of her, of knowing that he thought  she was good enough for him. </span></span></span>