Orion waited for that inevitable, tell-tale sign from her that their kiss was done.  A slight, but noticeable retraction of her tongue.  Or Cassiopeia’s head slowly pulling back.  But the Princess performed neither of these.  So the Prince continued with their lip-lock, enjoying the mingling of their tongues.<br/><br/>Thoughts of furthering any amorous activity were derailed once he remembered they were on the floor.  He just hoped it was a relatively clean floor, as the moonlight offered no confirmation or otherwise.  Being that as it may, Orion wasn’t about to escalate their current escapades.  Not while they were on the floor anyway. Temptation, however, was surely knocking.<br/><br/>Instead, the Prince pulled her closer to him, close enough for him to feel her breasts.  By his count, this was the second time he’d been this intimate with her, and both occasions were rather fabulous.  One arm around her waist, the other cradled her neck, as he was now able to feel and caress her soft skin.<br/><br/>Being lost and clueless as to their whereabouts was not such a bad thing.  Orion wondered if Cassiopeia had planned it this way. Her eager tongue distracted him from caring either way.