######It was kind of funny, in retrospect, how Haven had shown up at Crimson Dreams on horseback when she had so seriously been considering going to see him. It had been a most welcome surprise, and she had quickly packed a bag to bring with her with extra dry clothes. The weather was still bad, raining off and on heavily, so bringing a second dress with her was a very good idea. Leaving her room, she had been wearing her regular blue dress, but in the bag at her side was a dress she had yet to wear. The transluscent black dress was very pretty, but she had not yet had the chance to wear it yet. It seemed too pretty to wear all the time, so she had saved it for a special occasion. Looking nice for Haven was important to her, so she had also put the jewelled dragonfly necklace that her brother had given her for their birthday inside the bag with the dress.


######The ride had been strange, considering she had never even been near a horse before in her life. Apprehensive as she had been, of course she had pretended to be confident. At first, it had been uncomfortable, strange to be sitting behind Haven on a large, moving beast. As she became used to what was happening, however, Princess had begun to enjoy the ride, and particularly liked the way Haven's waist felt with her arms around him. The young woman had been trying not to think too much on the first night they had met during the ride, but the thoughts could not be helped. Obviously, the attraction she had felt that first night, and then again when he had first come to her pack to talk to her, was still prevalent. In a sense, it made the ride a bit uncomfortable with her thoughts running back to that first night with him, but she could only hope that it would stop.


######Standing in Haven's bathroom, Princess clipped the necklace behind her neck, smiling as it settled nicely above the topline of the transluscent garment. There was not much that she could do about her hair, but she supposed the soaked curls were not so bad. Any tangles in her hair could easily be mistaken for more curls. In her opinion, she looked very pretty, far more than simply acceptable for her lovely Knight. "Haven?" she asked, coming out of the bathroom slowly and doing a small twirl. "What do you think?" It mattered to her completely what he thought of how she looked. His opinion mattered the most to her, especially since he had gone out of his way to come for her that day. For once, she was actually feeling a bit self-concious about the way she looked. What if it wasn't good enough for him? Her confidence was waning with the passing moments. His thoughts were critical for her, especially because of the lack of knowledge in regards to what they would do now, in his house. It felt strange to be in another pack's territory so happily.

######It had taken courage to wear this dress, a courage she had almost lost when putting the dress on. For a fleeting moment, she had considered putting her soaked dress back on. While it was a provocative appearance to put on wet, form-fitting clothing, it had seemed like an idea compared to the transluscent dress she was wearing now. The dress she was wearing was low cut and would have been almost a bit risque with an opague coloring, but the fact that it was easily seen right through had been the reason she had almost decided against wearing it. Haven had already seen her completely nude - their relationship had progressed much farther than that the very first night they had met - but she still felt mildly self-concious in front of him when sober. That night had been amazing, an absolutely magnificent memory that always made her flush, but she could not help but worry that she might not be good enough for him now. So normally confident, he left her nervous on her best days.


######The silence that followed her question was almost agonizing. It was possible for her to assume the way he was staring was a good way, but she liked him a bit too much to make such an assumption. She almost thought the dress might have been over the top, even. To keep her gaze away from his own, she allowed her eyes to travel his body, taking in the sight she had loved so much that first night. He was sop amazing to look at, muscles and toned body. Princess swallowed, suppressing the urge to move closer to him and touch him. She wanted to, but she did not know where their relationship was going, or whether or not she was reading too much into something that was not really there. That was not something she wanted to think about, though, and she doubted their relationship was going nowhere. Otherwise, Haven would not have come to see her twice now since their first encounter, when she had not had the courage to come and see him. It had been in her thoughts, but her nerves hindered any actions that may have come from them.


######When the Knight finally spoke, a shy smile made its way to her face, and she could feel the warmth spreading through her cheeks, as well as that strange warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Thanks. . . I like your, um, towel," she added, trying to keep her eyes away from the piece of material. She was thankful for that at least, because she knew he was not wearing his clothing anymore, presumably because of how heavy the rain had been. His nakedness did not make her feel uncomfortable, but it did bring back all thoughts from the first night: the buzz of the alcohol, the warmth of his body, the talk of his sword. . . She swallowed, glancing around nervously. "I like your house. It's so much bigger than my room. Do you live alone?" It was a meager attempt at conversation to distract her from the other, more risqué, thoughts invading her mind.

######Her own self-conciousness and concern for the way he perceived her left her less than observant, fortunately, in this case. Haven's reaction to seeing her in the dress she had not worn prior was unnoticed by her as she studied him, almost shyly. Seeing him without his normal clothes was nice, she would be the first to admit. There was no denying the memories of that first night from cropping up in her mind, and there was absolutely no way she could avoid acknowledging those thoughts. The warmth spread in her stomach once more, that tingling feeling that she could not determine yet if she enjoyed or not. On one hand, it seemed to end well, judging from her one experience with sex, but it was a mixture of happiness and nervousness that just did not seem like a good combination. Sober, she was afraid that the situation might become awkward, especially because of her clothing choice and his nakedness. Still, she was glad she had chosen to wear this dress for him in particular. It was the one that showed her off best, not only because of the transluscent material, but also from the way it hung from her body.


######Sitting seemed like it would be a good idea, so she followed suit, sitting beside him. After sitting, she realized that putting a small space between them may have been a good idea, especially since she had just been thinking about the first night they had met, but unfortunately, it was not something she had thought of before sitting down. As a result, she was completely aware of how much of their fur was touching, particularly because of the fact that she was leaning into and against him. The veil of curled, tangled, and wet hair in front of her face hid the look of surprised shock at how close she had sat, though it was possible that the hair would be inconvenient for him. Princess knew that she had tickled herself unknowingly with her hair before, but whether Haven would notice the feathery touch (if it was even touching him, because she was not sure exactly if it was) was beyond her realm of immediate knowledge. If it bothered him, though, surely he would shift out of the way or move her hair from her face. She wasn't really too concerned about her hair.


######"Do you have visitors often?" she asked, leaning in a bit closer, one leg crossing her other and moving to settle across his knees. The statement had made her wonder if she would be invited to stay over, as well, though she liked to think that she would not need to sleep in the second room. It was reassuring to know that his guests had a room to themselves, instead of sharing with him. Absolutely she knew that Haven was not hers, but the idea of potentially sharing him with anyone else did not please her much at all. In fact, it had not even crossed her mind that her Knight may have someone important in his life other than her, be it a family member, friend, or more so. Obviously, she knew that he had a sister in Crimson Dreams that he seemed to care about, but since Mati was in the same pack as she was, she was not concerned about sharing him. It was difficult knowing that the brown girl obviously disliked her, but whatever. That was Mati's problem.

######Talk of his larger sister was not something Princess particularly wanted to spend much time on, but she assumed it would only be rude to ignore what he said about Mati. Haven and his sister obviously loved each other, and maybe it was similar to the relationship she had with her brother. It was strained by the distance that had been put between them and the things they had faced recently, particularly in regards to Haven, but she still loved her brother completely and totally. Maybe it was the same way for Haven and Mati: affected by the current distance between them, and possibly strained by what had happened with Princess. When thinking about it that way, she could not help but feel a little less annoyed by Mati, because she could almost understand her brother's stand on what had happened. "She still doesn't like me," she said quietly, attempting to keep the hurt from her voice as she thought back to that brief but tension-filled meeting with Mati outside the mansion.


######Shifting her weight, Princess leaned closer to Haven, easing herself into his lap so that she was straddling him, her arms resting between them. She did not know why she did it, but she supposed it was because she wanted to be closer to him. It was only then that she realized the physical predicament he was in, the affects she was apparently having by being there, and being so close. Realizing this did not help her ignore the memories of that night, the tingling warmth settling in the pit of her stomach once more. Beneath her fur, she knew that she was as red as the flowers he had brought for her the first time he had come to Crimson Dreams. "Uhm. . . Haven?" she questioned, not quite sure what to say in the situation that they had found themselves in. Obviously, the way she had moved into his lap was not going to help the situation, but she did not want to move yet. Truthfully, she wanted to see what would happen next, but she was unsure of what she actually wanted to happen.

######The subject of his sister was not one she enjoyed, and she almost regretted saying anything in response to his mentioning of her name. Princess was not pleased that Mati still did not like her, and she was also concerned by her brother's obvious affections for the Church girl. Ares had not seemed very confident that she might like him in return, so not only was she bothered by Mati's dislike of her, but she was also worried that Haven's sister might hurt her brother. If she had been used to thinking rationally, she may have realized that Mati's dislike stemmed from similar worries about her own brother, as would have been confirmed by Haven's words, but Princess was not fond of thinking that way. Things were very much hit and miss for her, very rarely circumstantial, and even then, very selective. Very rarely did she meet someone and then later decide they were better or worse than her initial opinion, and that was very likely because she could be overly judgemental sometimes.


######However, the subject of his sister was not as important as the pressing (literally!) matter at hand now. Despite his obvious distress, Princess giggled a bit in response, her smile warm and lacking her inhibitions. For all his worries and apologies, she could not help but feel warmed by the situation. "Haven, it's. . . It's okay. I mean, I was thinking about. . . It, too," she said quietly, not sure what would come of this conversation or the situation she had put them in together. "And I, well, I wanted to look good for you. . . Sexy, too, I think," she added. Her choice in an extra dress had not been purely innocent, as she knew that it was unlike the rest of her dresses in that it could be seen through. She considered herself a lovely sight in a regular dress, and her beauty would surely only be magnified by a dress that could be seen through. Though it might have helped the situation to move, Princess remained where she was, straddling his lap, though one of her hands now lifted to rest on one of his if he did not move to avoid the touch.

######Princess could not help but smile softly at his reaction to her words, amused that he had not seemed to think it likely that she would be thinking back to that night, as well. It was something she could not get out of her head, no matter how hard she tried sometimes to pretend she was not thinking of it. The entire ride to his house had been spent thinking about it, just as it had been a prominent thought in her mind the first time he had come to Crimson Dreams for her. "Really," she confirmed simply. Eventually, she wanted them to progress further than constant thoughts of sex and touching, but she was sincerely doubtful that they would ever go a time without thinking of it at least once. For a fact, she knew that she could never seem to chase it from her mind. it had been a big event in her life, and it had led to something great, from what she could see right now. . . And he was sitting right beneath her.


######Smiling shyly, the girl lifted her eyes to meet his again, flattered by his compliment and flustered by his kiss (of course, in a good way). It was nice to know that he thought better of her than that, and for a moment, she wished her brother could be there just to see that Haven really did care about her, and that he was not just using her or taking advantage. Likewise, it would be nice if Mati could see this, too, to realize that the Chance girl was not out to hurt or ruin Haven. Princess did not know what was going on between them, but she knew that there were feelings there that she had never experienced before. Listening to his short apology, she cocked her head curiously, adopting a quizzical expression as she pretended to think over his suggestion seriously, finally shaking her head as she spoke in a firm, joking tone. "No. I'd really like to stay for a while, if you'll have me." Of course she did not plan to leave yet. She had not been considering it honestly for even a moment.

######Love was something she had only felt for her brother and perversely for her mother before. The older woman certainly did not deserve her love, but Princess could never deny its existence. The love she felt for her brother, however, was completely separate from the way she felt she was supposed to love someone else, though she had never experienced that firsthand. It certainly would have made it easier to know what it was she felt for Haven if she had already experienced it, but she supposed that was related to the fact that, if she had already experienced it and knew about it, then she would not have been sitting on Haven. Infatuation was a word she could use to describe what she felt for him, but she could not help but wonder if there was something more than that. She felt like there was, but she did not have the experience to give it a name. Princess wanted to know what it was that she was feeling, and perhaps someday she would know for sure. For now, she felt happy just to be with him.


######His actual meaning had been lost on her, but if it had been clarified, her answer would have still remained the same. It had been embarassing for him to be caught in that situation, but Princess did not want to move from his lap, whether or not he was dealing with obvious physical reactions. Girls were, in that effect, lucky, she knew and was glad for. While yes, she did have a smell that indicated it, she did not have such a. . . Large physical attribute that came of it. It only served to remind her further of their first night together, and it made her question whether that was going to happen again. She was more nervous by the idea now, when she had all of her capability to think, but she was not opposed to the idea. If it happened, she would surely enjoy it. But she did not know if she actually wanted it to happen again so soon, and if that was the case, whether she actually felt that way or if it was simply because she knew that her brother did not approve of their budding relationship in any way, shape, or form.


######She was glad to not be alone in the nervousness she was feeling about being with him in his house, with him naked and her barely covered, her hair still dripping from the rain it had soaked up during the ride to his house. In response to his touch, she moved closer to him in his lap, her free hand brushing his side gently as she stroked his fur, returning the tentative kiss. Princess kept it as light as he had started with, almost afraid that he might not want it, after all. She knew she wanted him, and the reverse was obviously true, but the fact that they were sober now seemed to make that much of a difference. While she had not been the first night, she was very nervous now that she might do something he did not like, or that he would decide after all that she was not what he was looking for.

######The touch on the small of her back sent a tingling shock up her spine, and she arched her back in response, pressing against him further. Being with him made her feel as though she had a burning emptiness that needed to be filled. She once again was feeling the butterflies in her stomach, the almost magnetic pull she felt towards him. Being sober might have even magnified the way she was feeling about him, though she supposed time could have done that, as well. There was more to it than physical attraction, though, even if that did play a big role in their few encounters. With Haven, she felt safe. Princess did not have to worry about all of the dangers of the world that everyone was always warning her about, and she needn’t worry about her mother finding her for any reason. Haven had promised that he could keep her safe, and even though they had been drunk at the time, she still trusted him to keep that promise. She knew that he could - and most certainly would - keep her safe from everything and anything.


######“Haven,” she breathed, delving herself deeper into their kiss. She did not know what to do at this point; the idea of stopping now was most certainly out of the question (she just would not stand for it), but she was too timid to initiate anything further, especially sober. Princess almost wished that they could be drunk again so that she would be less shy, but she wanted to experience being with him in any way that they would be today when she was sober. He was so amazing, so tender, and she wanted nothing more than to stay here with him forever, but it was not a practical idea, nor was it even possible. There were things keeping him here, and there were pulls from Crimson Dreams that would draw her back in a few days at most, but she was willing to take al that she could get. She wanted him, and only him, and that feeling was only magnified by the fact that he so obviously wanted her, as well. It was amazing to feel so wanted - needed - in the way that she also wanted and needed him.

######When Haven had come to pick her up, Princess had not expected their night to turn out like their first encounter had. Truthfully, she had not been able to think of what they might do, but she had been happy to come with him all the same. Now, she almost regretted her choice of clothing. It had certainly achieved her goal of looking nice for him and attracting him at once, but now it was merely a burden, the material irritating her as the heat between them rose. If she had not been prepared for the weather, it might have been easier, although she thought that might have been considered overkill. It may have even been too much for Haven, and he might have brought her home then. She supposed to the subtle and alluring dress had been a good idea, but she wanted nothing more than to be out of it now and to be with him for a second time.


######Running her fingers through his hair, Princess tugged a bit in response to his kisses. They were driving her crazy. She wanted more, and she wanted everything she could possibly have. Right then, nothing else mattered to her; the world consisted of only herself and Haven. What more could she possibly need than him? "Yes," she whispered, leaning down to lick and nibble at his ear. "I want this. I want you, Haven. . . I need you, so much." It had grown to that -- a physical need that only he could possibly fulfill, and she could not fight it. "Please," she begged softly, hoping that he would not make her wait any longer, and yet she also wanted to know what he planned to do. Again, she felt like he was more experienced, or at least less timid about this. Princess needed him to lead, and she so desperately wanted him to right now.

######Holding him tightly as he lifted her from his lap and stood with her, Princess inhaled deeply, taking the moment to enjoy his scent, tinged with the rain water from the ride here. She wanted to memorize the smell, store it away for later; she did not want to let go of him. More than anything, she wanted to stay with him forever and not have to leave, as unrealistic a desire that was. For now, though, the girl was completely elated to have this day, this very moment. The very fact that he was bringing her to his bed made her smile. This time, they would not be in some abandoned place, a bed unfamiliar to both of them. This was his house, and his bed, and he wanted her there. It was like the ultimate form of acceptance for her, knowing that he wanted to share what was his with her. She was more than a drunk girl willing to do anything now; this meant so much more to her. It was much more real and meaningful to her.


######She trembled at his licking and kisses, skin tingling where his fingers gently brushed. Princess smiled gently, brushing the bits of hair away from her face, tangled curls splayed on the bed beneath her. Normally so outspoken and bold, she was incredibly shy now, unsure of what she was supposed to do and how he would react. It was unnerving, being so completely uncertain. She reached up to run her fingers along his cheek gently, a subtle invitation to come closer. His voice was alluring. "Kiss me," she instructed quietly, knowing things would move naturally from there. Princess only needed that little push. She wanted so much more than for him to simply kiss her, but the time spent would be cherished, not rushed.