500+ words. Sorry for the random beastly post. o-o;
######Arching beneath him, Princess relished the many feelings spreading throughout her body, the warmth from the lowest parts of her stomach exploding in what felt like a flash of overwhelming heat. This drew a gasp from her, as it was something she had not expected, and something completely foreign to her. The feelings had been good in the beginning, albeit a little uncomfortable at first simply because it had been her first time, but this was beyond those feelings; it had been amazing. Exhaling deeply, Princess could feel him looking at her from above, and returned the gaze with a warm curiousity. There was nothing loving in her mind, though she did feel that they now shared a strange bond that she could share with no one else. Haven, her orange Knight, had been her first, and something like that could never be given away again. That bond could never be broken, even by distance.
######As he settled beside her, the girl turned her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, strong and mixed with the ever-present alcohol smell. It did not occur to her to leave then, but rather, as her breathing levelled, she could feel waves of contentment flowing through her as she slipped from this world into the one of dreams. The alcohol clouded her mind, and any dreams she might have had were not present. Instead, her sleep was heavy, her breathing even and her body surprisingly still. She frequently tossed and turned while sleeping, but tonight was not one that this was to be so, evidently. Her drunkeness had subdued even her unconcious movement, and her body stayed still next to his, one arm draped over him in a subtle attempt to keep the closeness that had formed between them. Though in her mind, Princess knew that they had not done that out of love and want, her body longed to keep contact, even in an unconcious state.
######Morning came far too soon, and as rays of sunlight peeked in through the windows, Princess fought to keep her eyes closed. Her head was pounding, evidently a long-term effect of what she had been drinking the night before. Rising slowly, she ran a hand through her tangled mess of golden brown curls, the events of the prior night running through her head foggily. It was a strange feeling, to wake up in such a state, and as she pushed off from the bed, she regretted having not listened to Haven more when he had warned her that she might not feel well. At least she had not thrown up, though. Pulling her dress on, she studied the still sleeping form of the orange boy, wondering what was supposed to happen now. She did not think she should stay around for anything, instead deciding it might be a good idea to get back to Crimson Dreams and try to sleep off more of this awful feeling. As she was making her way to the bed again, her foot hit a bottle, still full of liquid.
######She saw no harm in taking it, just in case she would want it later. It had been good at the time, after all. Bending down, Princess allowed her lips to settle on his cheek slowly, kissing it gently soas to not disturb his sleep. If she was feeling like this, then he would probably feel worse, come when he awoke, since he had drank more of the alcohol than she had. "Good bye, Haven,"
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