Noor nodded with her lips pursed as if to say of course, I should have known. She had never considered Cass to be out of shape, in fact the redhead had always had the muscle, she herself had lacked. Thin was not fit always. âDuke of Edinburgh, huh? He must have been poor company,â Noor mused and stood up from her seat. She kneelee in front of the girl and placed a small kiss on top of her knee. Her fingers rested on Cassâs thighs. âMaybe itâs just been so long since I really saw your body? Human memory is fickle,â she replied with a smirk that matched her tone. She was not sure if Cass was willing to continue their previous relationship, things had changed quite drastically in a short time after all. Noorâs lips remained close to the pale skin of Cassâs legs. She did not dare to venture past the beginning of her thigh: did Cass even want her anymore?
sometimes cassandra wished she was as lithe as noor, in her eyes the jordanian princess had it all. she was naturally beautiful, blonde and thin, and cassandra found herself envying her âfriendâ on occasion. it was odd for cassandra to take a compliment, and she inspected her arms again. â he doesnât hike up anything anymore, being so old. so really, i was just doing it myself. they should call it the princess of wales award. â her train of thought was lost as she felt noorâs light touch, and she couldnât think of anything else to say instead to mutely stare down at where her legs and noorâs fingers touched. and cassandra had almost been able to convince herself that the pair were just friends now. a worried glance at the door, and cassandra worried how sheâd explain noorâs position if a staff member were to enter, but the feel of noorâs warm breath against her skin caused a slight moan to escape her lips, and she immediately bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a pale pink.Â










