"Come in…." Arthur opened the door and took Gwen to the balcony after the dinner.
"Wow…" He let her come first before following her to the balcony, "You decorate this yourself?"
"My mom comes here sometimes when she's not busy and helps me take care of the plants."
Gwen turned around with a questioning look on her face, "Your mom is still working?"
"Huh? That's eum–No! No! She's a housewife! But….she just has a lot of activities to do–" Arthur smiled awkwardly because he almost spilled who his mom is.
"Ah…I see…"
"I'll bring the champagne here…wait a minute!"
Gwen walked to the small couch on the corner of the balcony. She was enjoying the night sight of the city through Arthur's balcony.
Not long after, Arthur came back with the champagne they drank before during the dinner. He changed the glasses with the new ones before joining Gwen on the balcony.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Gwen chuckled while staring at Arthur pouring the Champagne to their glasses.
"You can't drink this? You were just fine before?"
Gwen laughed a little while shaking her head, "No, I'm fine. I was just wondering we are only drinking Champagne–"
"Would you like another drink?"
"No thanks, I'm fine with this," She asked him to cheer before they both enjoyed the Champagne, "Your house is nice…It's cozy and comfortable. I don't feel like going home…"
"You can stay if you want."
"Tch–you wish…" Gwen took another sip of her Champagne, "You know, I was wondering… If you were really the prince…You must live inside the castle, right? I–I'm sorry, I'm actually not exactly from Astoria–"
"Oh really? So where are you from?"
"I used to live in San Francisco with my mom. She's American, But my dad was from here."
"Was?"
"He passed away when I was young, Due to an accident from his job."
"Ah…I'm sorry."
"It's fine!"
"So…" Arthur naturally put his left arm behind Gwen in order to get closer to her, "So how did you get here?"
"Eum…I was born in San Francisco and lived there for years. I've never known about Astoria before until my late grandma, who lived here, sent me a letter and asked me to come and visit her here. I was looking for a job at that time after graduating from uni. So I took the chance from my grandma to help her run her cafe. She passed away then passed it to me."
"So, You're the owner of that cafe right now?"
"Yup!"
"But how about your mom?"
"She remarried and now takes care of her new family. It's not that she doesn't care about me anymore–I can always go back to her–I just feel like I don't belong there anymore. But our relationship is fine though… It's just me anyway! I just want to be independent."
"I see…so to answer your question, The Prince doesn't have to live in the castle. So when he already found someone he wanted to marry, and then they got married for real, That doesn't mean he directly became the King."
"So, you mean…Even though The Prince has married the girl he loves, He is still a Prince until The King lets go of his throne?"
"Exactly."
"So where does he live then? If it's not inside the castle?"
"There's a house provided for him–quite far away from the people in order to let them live peacefully, The Prince's future family."
"Ah…I see…" Said Gwen while staring intensely to Arthur's face, "Wow…you speak about it so naturally…are you The Prince?"
Arthur brought himself closer to Gwen. The sight of Gwen's red flush cheeks, due to the effect of alcohol she's been consuming since the start of their dinner, made him want to kiss her badly but he was holding back.
"What do you think? Am I The Prince?"
Gwen brought one of her hands to touch Arthur's face and stared at him intensely. She did not realize that she slowly brought her face closer to him, "Sometimes you look too ordinary just like me…but I can't brush away the feeling of mine that keeps telling me that you're…The Prince…" She said while tracing her fingers softly on his face.
Arthur realized that Gwen already looked a bit drunk. But he was dying to know what Gwen thinks about him because drunk people usually speak their most honest feelings. "What if I am? What if I really am The Prince and I want to marry you? Will you accept me?"
"It's tempting and maybe I will…but…Am I good enough for him? The Prince–"
Arthur took Gwen's hand from his face and held it warmly in his palm, "What's your definition of being good enough?"
"I'm not an aristocrat. I'm just an ordinary cafe owner–"
"And The Queen was just a tram driver–" Arthur interrupted Gwen. "But look at her now…She's a queen for many but also a daughter to her parents. She's still enjoying herself being in the midst of her people…inside the castle isn't as scary as what you think…sure it might be awkward at first, but the people there are nice."
Gwen was so confused listening to what Arthur said. She was not in her right mind after consuming the Champagne and started to feel dizzy. But Arthur's words were so confusing to her. She did not know what to say, but her gaze fixed to Arthur's face that moved closer to her but then he stopped when the tip of their noses touched each other.
"Can I kiss you?" Arthur learned from his mistake in the club so he decided to ask for permission from Gwen.
Gwen's gaze fixed at Arthur's lips until she decided to move forward and crashed her lips to his. Arthur was a bit surprised because he did not expect that she would kiss him first. But he quickly closed his eyes and responded by kissing her back.
He could taste the bittersweet essence from her lips due to the Champagne Gwen's been consuming before they kissed. He let go of her hand but then placed his on her neck to bring Gwen closer to him and deepen their kiss.
Arthur ended it first and smiled on her lips for successfully kissing her. Both were panting so hard that they needed to stop for a while and just felt each other's body.
Gwen's hand unconsciously traveled to Arthur's waist and he did not feel disturbed about it at all and just let her touch him wherever she wanted. She brought herself closer to him so she could kiss him again.
This time, Arthur responded to it quickly without a single thought in his mind. He ended it first but then moved to kiss her lips and neck, "Please stay here..will you?" He whispered to her left ear before burying his face into the crook of her neck and marked her.
Gwen sighed desperately because she wanted more than just a kiss. She was about to slip her hand into Arthur's shirt but he got up first and pulled her to stand with him before placing his arms on her waist and kissed her deeply.
He pushed her on the wall and carried her inside without letting her go. Gwen hugged his neck tightly without wanting to end their make-out session until she felt her back touch the soft surface of the mattress.
"This might be his room…" said Gwen in her head until Arthur ended the kiss first for the third time and it made her quite upset. But it wasn't long until she witnessed Arthur pull his shirt off and leave him half naked.
Gwen gasped at how big his proportion is. For all this time, Arthur always comes to her cafe in a simple shirt combined with a long coat and sometimes just a simple white or black tee that fits well to his body. She was aware that Arthur has such a very good proportion; wide chest and broad bulky shoulders. She just did not expect to see it right in front of her eyes without any shirts on.
Gwen brought her hands up to touch his abdomen. It was hard. Seems like it was the fruit of his intense workout for all this time. He has a perfect body ratio, just like a Prince in fairy tales.
Arthur watched Gwen move her hands up to his chest and let out a chuckle. It was funny to him to witness Gwen in her drunk state.
"Ah–I–I'm sorry!" said Gwen quickly pulled her hands from Arthur's body but he held her hands.
"It's fine…you can touch me wherever you want. I made you drunk as an exchange because I feel bad. You have access to touch me wherever you want. I won't stop you."
Gwen was hesitant at first until Arthur let go of her hands. She moved them slowly to touch his chest and caressed them softly until they reached his broad shoulders. Arthur did not stop her at all and he stayed still–letting Gwen get used to his body.
Gwen looked at how Arthur reached one her hands and kissed it softly. Their eyes then met each other and they could not hold themselves back to crash themselves on to each other again.
Gwen's hand moved to Arthur's neck quickly after he let it go, and pulled him closer until their lips crashed into each other again. She was half drunk yet fully aware of what they were doing so Gwen could not stop herself from Arthur.
Her hand moved to his cheek and caressed it softly before ending their kiss. Both of them closed their eyes and just felt the heat of each other's body.
"Are you sure about this? I don't want to take you without your consent…" said Arthur while leaving some of his butterfly kisses on her cheek.
"Isn't it too late at night to go home?"
Arthur chuckled at her words. He lifted his face from the crook of her neck to stare at her warmly, "You still can stay here and We can just rest…"
Gwen did not know why she felt a bit upset at his words. She thought he did not want her as much as she wanted him but then she realized that his body reacted differently.
"Once again, I don't want to take you like an animal…" Arthur caressed her cheek softly, "I won't do anything if you are not comfortable…especially, when you're a bit tipsy like this…"
Gwen looked deeply into his gaze. His eyes were full of sincerity instead of lust, and moreover, she felt comfortable being in his arms like this. Something in her shifted and the way he asked for her consent first made him look two times hotter in her eyes, which means he respected her and it made her want him more. "I'm fine with this…and something more than this…"
"Really?" Gwen nodded quickly as a confirmation that they can do more than this. After getting a green light, Arthur pecks her lips softly before pulling himself away from Gwen just to pull one of his nightstand drawers and take out some condoms before locking lips again with her.
Gwen holds tight on his neck like she does not want to let him go away. She gasped a bit in the midst of the kiss every time she felt his bulge growing as a response to their intimate skinship.
Arthur pulled his blanket to cover half of their bodies, in the midst of the kiss. After that, one of his hands was busy multitasking; one was busy under the blanket and the other one was busy keeping Gwen then lifted her up to sit on his lap in the midst of the kiss.
She ended it first to take her shirts up. Arthur helped her to take it off and both giggling to each other after watching the shirt was being stuck on Gwen's head until he helped him.
Their lips were locked with each other again. Arthur lifted her up a bit and slowly slipped himself into her after unbutton and took off her jeans.
"Ack–" Gwen responded by clutching hard on to his shoulders when she was feeling himself inside her body.
"A-Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"
Gwen closed her and shook her head, "I–I'm fine–Ack! Zach!" She was surprised when feeling his movement inside her body that hugged him tightly, outside and inside.
"Arthur…"
"Huh?"
"Call me Arthur."
Gwen was about to process everything that looked so confusing to her but her mind went blank when Arthur pushed himself once again and crashed his lips on hers while moving inside her slowly. A sensation of pleasure rushed inside her. Gwen ended the kiss and buried her face on Arthur's crook of the neck to hold herself from screaming.
"You can scream if you want," Arthur whispered to her ears, sending shivers to her spine, before leaving his love marks on her neck and shoulders.
"I–I think I'll–"
"Let it be….don't hold it back…" Arthur's fingers clicked on to the back of her bra to take it off and did his one last push to send Gwen into a bliss and successfully made her scream in pleasure.
The first round awakened something in her and she started to get impatient. Gwen cupped his face and kissed him hungrily, that this time, their tongues danced with each other.
Arthur put her back on the bed and continued their intimate session until they both got tired of each other that night.