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It had been too long since she had wandered around the ruins of human buildings in Halifax, and she figured she could always find a pretty new dress or something there. Splaying her hands over the front of her blue dress, Princess decided she was growing sick of the thing, and had begun to grow sick of her other things, as well. Why couldn't Savina's children grow up just a little bit faster, so that the girls could shift and she could give them her old dresses? She had just about grown out of the white and red dress, and while she probably wasn't going to get much bigger than her current size, it was always nice to have new things to wear to feel pretty and important. She was determined to find more dresses.

Despite her original intentions, Princess was distracted by someone stumbling towards a building with his arms full of some strange things. The smell was incredibly peculiar, and it intrigued the Chance girl far more than any new dresses she might have found if she had kept looking. Instead, the multi-hued girl found herself following the strange male, trailing him at a distance. The strange smell had drawn her in, and now she was fascinated with the way he was moving. Did he think that walking like that was an apealling way to move? Surely he must not think it was a good way to walk around. He looked absolutely silly! Alcohol was a foreign concept to Princess, so she did not connect the strange smell and the way he was walking to one another, or to the strange bottles he carried.

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She was growing fascinated with the peculiar behavior of the one laying on the bed, though Princess did not understand why it was that he was acting the way he was when walking, or what it was that he was drinking. It did not surprise her when he noticed her, as she was not really hiding in an open door frame, nor did she plan to be hiding. what did surprise her was the way his words were being spoken; my, what a strange way to prounounce your words! Granted, it was only one or two of his words that were slurred, but the effect on her was the same as if he was speaking another language. The orange boy must have been at least her age, or perhaps older, so why was he not speaking correctly? Very, very strange, indeed.

Taking the bottle, she studied the liquid inside oddly, wondering how a drink could possibly make you feel good, as she had drank plenty of things and none had made her feel better or worse. Raising the bottle to her lips, Princess swallowed some of the liquid quickly, a short burst of fire in her throat. "I don't feel any better than I did," she announced, looked at the bottle as if it had offended her. Unfortunately, not being well-versed in the ways of alcohol and its effects on the body, Princess was not aware of how much was necessary to begin to feel it - and that was much more than the little sip she had taken - and how it affected her body and way of thinking. Instead of this knowledge helping her to think rationally, her lack of information caused her to drink more of the bitter liquid, drinking what she could until the bitterness became sweet. Still, the girl felt no different.

She would tumble down far soon, surely, and already she was feeling warmer than before, blood vessels constricting as a result of the alcohol and making her feel light-headed. His excitement was contagious, and she broke out in a grin, almost embarassed. "I'm not really a princess. . . But I should be! But that's my name; Princess. Are you really a knight?" she asked, awe-filled. That was very exciting! She didn't know what Sir Haven could possibly protect her from, but he was very correct in what he said, since she was a beautiful Princess. Taking another sip from the bottle, she leant down and clumsily put it on the floor so the remaining liquid would not spill. She didn't think she would be drinking much more of it, since she was feeling weird by now, being such a light weight drinker.

She smiled at him then, gracing him with such a marvelous sight purely because he was being so kind as to give her a warning about the stuff he had given her to drink. Surely that was enough evidence to prove he really was a knight and only wanted to protect her, because if he didn't, then he would not have warned her about anything, and instead he probably would have simply laughed at her if something bad happened to her. My, Sir Haven was such a good knight, and he was already doing such a good job of protecting pretty princesses like herself. Princess very much appreciated his warning and concern, much more than she would have if he wasn't so cute and nice and if she wasn't feeling so strangely and wonderfully giddy.

"Is it. . . Is it a biiiig sword?" she asked in awe, swooning at the idea. No one she had ever met had ever had a sword! She had seen pictures, of course, being so well-read and intelligent, but she had never seen one in person. This King Jacquez fellow was completely foreign to her, but she didn't mind that so much, since she trusted Sir Haven to only tell her the truth about everything, as that would be a good way for him to treat her. Despite her own silver tongue, Princess had decided that she was just too damn pretty and amazing to lie to. "I bet it is. I bet you would have a really big sword," she continued, her voice deeper, possibly an attempt at being more seductive. It was an interesting attempt at flirting, since she had never done it before, but she was just feeling so good.

Grinning, princess ran her tongue along the inside of her teeth and lips, though she felt ridiculous afterwards. God, what was she doing? Even though it felt absurd, she did not think she should stop it, and she wasn't exactly embarassed, per se, just feeling weird. Princess had never acted like this before, and it felt strange to do so in front of someone she had just met a little while ago. "I bet. I bet you have a really big, really looong sword," she cooed, drawing out the same word he had, eyes twinkling with the small giggle that followed the words, her own implications only half-known to her. Tokyo had told her a little about sex, but she had left out any actual information, such as an explanation for the butterflies dancing around in the girl's lower abdomen, too low to be an alcohol-related sick feelings. Besides, she didn't feel sick; she felt pretty damn good!

His laughter was intoxicating, almost more so than the alcohol swimming in her brain. It was hard to contain her giggles in response, so freely falling from her lips as he spoke. For a moment, Princess realized just how warm it was in the room, whether it be from the fire or from the electricty passing between them. It was a new feeling for her, just like the butterflies, but it was not unwelcome. Half closing her eyes, she studied her companion for a moment, her expression best described as saucy. "Does that mean you want to see me again?" she whispered, though it was far from important. Even if he told her that he didn't ever want to see her again, it would not have changed what was happening then and there between them. The moment was too far gone, and she didn't actually expect - or even want - an answer. She just wanted him, all that there was to him.

A primal sound rose - admittedly, it was quiet - from her throat, a mixture of pleasure and pure animalistic nature. Completely inexperienced as she was, Princess was being guided purely by instinct and what her body was telling her she needed. And right now, her body was screaming that it needed him. It was as if she had never needed anything more in her life, and everything up to that point was completely unimportant now. His mouth exploring hers had significantly dented the size of her world, and now all that mattered in life was him, and her, and that moment. Reaching down, Princess trailed her nails down his side slowly, tracing faint circles along with contours of his body once his jacket had been removed. All she could do was moan in appreciation at the sight and feel of his body. Very nice, indeed.

Her dress removed completely, Princess felt as though she was supposed to be nervous, and normally she would have been hesitant to let him see her in such a state. Since she had gained the ability to shift, she had worn clothing every day, preferring to present herself in such a manner. The alcohol obviously helped, and she was less than nervous about their naked bodies pressed together, touching and exploring one another. His kisses ventured further down, his hands exploring and all Princess could do was lean into the intense feelings, arching her back underneath him with a growl of pleasure. Sir Haven the real Knight certainly knew how to treat a real Princess properly, and she did not know if she would ever really need protection again. Her drug of choice was right here, lying on top of her. How could she need to be protected?

The new touch of his fingers sent a shock of fire throughout her body, a shuddering moan escaping as he parted her legs a little for him to have better access. While she had thought his hand on her breast had been an amazing feeling, it had been nothing compared to something of this caliber. She hoped this is what she had been doing for him, since it felt absolutely amazing. No one had ever come close to touching her like this, and in the back of her mind, the rational part that was not actually working properly right then, Princess knew her mother had been very wrong. This was not a bad thing, and it was not gross, and neither was Haven. He was completely amazing to look at, and what he was doing. . . Well, anyone who considered it "gross" was basically insane.

She felt the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach, a warmth that was shooting to every nerve in her body with such an intense speed and feeling. Haven knew what he was doing, it seemed - and if he did not really know, then he was an incredibly gifted individual. Princess had never felt the changes in her body before, but now, the nearly tangible warmth between her legs nearly drove her crazy, his fingers working it like completely magical entities in their own right. Hopefully, she was returning the amazing feelings; at least, she hoped that she was, since it would be terribly unfair to leave him alone while he tortured her so pleasantly. From his body's outward reactions, she guessed that she was probably doing something right. Maybe it was the alcohol, and maybe it was her generally holier-than-thou attitude, but Princess was feeling very important, and very special right then.