When their embrace parted, no longer needing to wash each others backs, Navia's eyes wandered. Théadan could see her inspecting him, her hands loosened to fall to his sides, but she still made sure he too was clean of all the oils they had enjoyed so much just a short while ago. Her eyes passed his, looking above, and he saw a smirk form on her features. Théadan knew Nava well enough by now to know such a smirk usually meant she had some kind of mischief forming in her mind, and it always centered on how she could tease and play with him. Whatever idea had formed, he would just have to wait and see. For the time being, Navia answered with agreement that they could rest in the tub for a little while longer, and enjoy the warm water while it was there to be appreciated, while he told her just how enticing he found her body to be.<br/><br/>Navia had other suggestions though, one involved writing in their new journal for the first time. Such an entry here would be fitting, this stop off point had proved to be very much what they needed to unwind after a fortnight at sea. She also suggested the bed to him, hinting they should make the most of it while they could. That was also an enticing thought, one Théadan was tempted to agree with if just to see Navia 'whip him into shape.' Surprisingly, Navia put a hold on all those thoughts for the time being, her eyes bright with amusement, she had shifted on to her knees, facing him a little better, and he had to wonder what she was up to. Navia explained he still had oil in his hair, Théadan had not even been aware he had any in it, but supposed with how she had handled him that must have been inevitable. He had not yet got his head wet, and with Navia raising her cupped hands filled with water, Théadan could see what she was up to.<br/><br/>Théadan would not have thought anything of Navia dumping water over his head to help clean him, he would have just smiled at how she helped clean him, but the mischievous little grin that crossed her features showed she was taking entirely too much pleasure from being able to dump the water over his head. The water poured over his face, and he closed his eyes in response, only to hear Navia laugh and tell him more was still there. The way she enjoyed doing this to him, told him she was perhaps not entirely to be trusted when it came to his hair being completely clean of the oil, what would stop her from doing it repeatedly and just saying 'it was still there?' Navia quite happily dumped another handful of water over Théadan's head, and while the first time he had been happy to let her do as she pleased, seeing that she was now taunting him a little with her actions, Théadan decided to get his own back, and all he had to do was breath out through his mouth when the water came running over his lips. It quickly turned into a spray which went straight over Navia's face, giving him reason to laugh this time.<br/><br/>With a triumphant grin, Théadan said nothing of her cheeky efforts to rile him up, instead addressing the question of what they should do now they were both clean. "Well I forgot to buy ink, and I didn't bring any with me off the boat, so I suppose writing our first entry into the journal will have to be postponed until we return to the ship." He answered with a shrug, lamenting that he had forgotten the inkwell. He supposed their first entry could wait though, he was sure it would be special when they wrote that first entry, and both wrote their names on the first page. His thoughts turned to that of the bed, and all the things they could get up to now that they could be intimate again. Théadan was still restricted by his endurance though, and still felt a little worn from their last time together, the bed he supposed could wait, leaving them with the bath. "I do like the idea of making the most of that bed while we can, but right now I'm enjoying you in this bath too much."<br/><br/>Théadan released his hold on Navia's waist, and allowed himself to slowly lay back in the bath until all but his head was below the water, and he could rest at the end staring at his lover's naked body. "I vote we relax here just a little while longer, so I can tell you just how enticing your body is to me, for there is never a moment where it does not." He said with a smile, studying Navia's features, wondering where he might start. He was currently having to look up at her from his position, but usually it was she who would have to look at him. "I like how you are a little shorter that me,  so I can gaze down into those dark eyes of yours and see the mischievous intent within." How many times had he seen that familiar sparkle of some devious idea forming in her mind to toy with him. She knew overstepped any boundaries in her teasing ways, she was always fun to be with. Her playfulness was something Théadan truly cherished about Navia. "I like how the height difference causes you to push up on your toes whenever you choose to seize a moment and seduce me with a kiss." He added, thinking of all those times Navia had thrust herself upwards to form a heated merging of their lips, and how he so often had to wrap his arms around her to steady them both. He reached for one of her hands to hold and enjoy her touch, and they became the next part of her he wished to talk about. "And I love these fingers, how soft they are with their every touch, I can feel how much you cherish us with with your every caress."