Poppy pushed her hips into Auren's  as she arched to pull the table closer to them. She quietly popped the bottle open. Inhaling and holding her breath while she inched the cork out, and just as the pop was heard , she exhaled, her breath hitching the slightest bit as she grinned mischievously. Poppy  adjusted her body, or feigned doing so, grinding her hips for a moment against the youngman's lap, her wet lips pressing subtly into the seat of her husband's pants. The anticipation alone was causing her to distractedly lick her lips. She poured two glasses for them and held one out for him and when he took it, clinked her glass softly against his. " Tell Me Prince Auren, What shall we drink to? " She drapped an arm over his shoulder and looked sensuously into his eyes. Her hand trailed shyly up and down his torso, her fingers gently grazing his chest and stomach , his neck and collar bones." She we drink this first glass to our wedding night. the first of many." Poppy giggled. "or perhaps, to the Prosperity of a new King." Poppy looked on the prince lovingly, continuing to sigh and chitter.