Judging by the duration of their kiss, not to mention the proximity of their bodies, The Princess Situation was swiftly gaining momentum as well as steam.  Words were difficult to come by between the pair, but then, that’s to be expected when their tongues were preoccupied with the other’s.  Who had time to speak?  More to the point, who even cared to utter a word right now?  Neither of the two appeared ready to start discussing the weather or current events.<br/><br/>The only sounds emanating from the couple were an occasional drawn breath from either, a random<i>Mmm </i>from Orion and a casual moan from Cassiopeia.  Any kissing noises were a given.  At this rate, removal of any, and quite possibly all, clothing seemed imminent.<br/><br/>Call him a Gentleman Prince (or an idiot), but Orion couldn’t believe what he was about to do.  As much and as bad as he wanted the Princess, he wasn’t about to have their very first sexual encounter happen here and now.  The Prince was by no means a prude, far from it in fact.  He’d slept with his fair share of women, though the stats weren’t anywhere close to approaching playboy-type numbers.  With the knowledge of Cassiopeia’s penchant for partying, he highly doubted she was still a virgin.  And knowing her, the floor they were currently occupying was just fine.  And here he was, convinced that she’d be the one to halt their intimacy.<br/><br/>It surprised him that he actually followed through on those thoughts, as he slowly pulled back from their passionate kiss.  Cassiopeia’s eyes proved to be quite problematic in deciphering.  The word “stunned” immediately sprang to mind.  Was she also hurt?  Pissed?  “I’m sorry, Princess,” he said while staring into those eyes.  “Make no mistake, I do want you, but not here.”  Orion glanced around at their surroundings, before concluding, “And not like this.”