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####Intimacy was something that Princess had been given mixed signals about, negative from her mother and her brother, but positive from Anselm, sort of, and most certainly a positive reaction from her own body. She wished that there was some form of a universal standard regarding this sort of thing, or that she at least had someone she trusted and respected that could give her helpful advice, but she was severely lacking in anyone she could talk to. At the moment, however, it did not matter. Nothing seemed to matter when she was with Haven, and she supposed that was all that was important. When she was with the orange Knight, all that mattered was the way that she felt when she was with him. Princess felt complete when she was with him, and hoped she was able to convey similar feelings in him. For all of his worries and various concerns, the girl only wanted to make him feel as wonderful as he made her feel.
####Princess responded to his kiss tenderly, arching her body beneath his in response to the passion coursing through her body. She still did not know what she was supposed to do first, and for a moment, nerves took hold of her mind until she fought them off, content to simply focus on Haven and let him lead their intimate dance. He was seemingly more experienced than her (any experience other than their first time together would surely be more experience than she had), and along with that, he was strong, brave, and amazingly kind. This was the closest thing to love she had ever felt; her relationship with her mother had been a strange form of love, and her brother, though she did care for him greatly, shared a different sort of love with her. Pulling away briefly, Princess looked up into his eyes, curious to know what he was thinking. It was only a brief moment, however, and then she leaned up once more to continue their kiss with even more fervor than before.
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