Guenevere turns around, spreads her arms out like a welcoming angel, and falls onto the bed, bouncing up just a bit before settling down into the expensive folds of the covers and sheets.
"Ahh, if I owned such a bed, I'd never leave it." she says to the ceiling.
"From what I hear, you don't spend much time outside of the sack, my promiscuous little cousin." I laugh, unable to resist taunting the fun-loving girl.
"Ah! Finally an interesting topic from the man-to-be-crowned." she laughs, unfazed by my low-blow, "My father wouldn't approve of such talk. I should tell him what a disgusting pig his nephew has become. Prince or not, I can't imagine his reaction would be anything short of perfect evening entertainment.".
You both laugh a bit at this comment. It's true, even though you are cousins, I can't help but feel Cole would wage a small war over Guenevere being out of her room at such an hour, let alone here with me. I take the quiet moment to step behind a small changing screen, dropping my towel and putting on some appropriate night clothes. Usually, I sleep naked, but right now, that's a bad idea, considering the hardon I'm sporting. The towel wouldn't hide such a thing much better, either.
I step from behind the screen to find Guenevere had been staring attentively and awaiting me revealing myself from behind the veil. She then beckons me over to my bed.
"Come lay down, big cousin, I'll sleep under one of your many covers, and you can sleep on top of them. I'll be good, I promise."
