There was great truth to Théadan’s answer to her, that not touching each other would be as impossible as stopping the tides. Even when they weren’t sitting closely together, whispering to each other and brushing their hands on each other, or falling further into their lusts, they often leaned on each other or wanted their hands intertwined. Navia also knew they would struggle if they snuggled up to each other and allowed the tension to build that way. He was completely right to say one of them would have given in and encouraged the other to follow. All it would have taken was one of them rolling on top of the other and they would have been lost to their lusts all over again. As it was, Navia liked the light touch of Théadan’s hands for the time being, as well as the expression on his face; it was obvious he was confident he was going to get what he wanted, which he announced to be her.<br/><br/>It was always so thrilling to hear Théadan wanted her and even more so when he showed her. That they could not only have such strong desires for each other, but maintain them, was always so exciting to her. He had already moved closer upon declaring he wanted whatever allowed him to have her, they both knew it would be better to close the rest of that distance. It caused her breath to catch in her throat briefly, but Théadan was drawing them into another slow, deep kiss. Pairing the kiss with his hand drifting up her thigh sent a shiver down her spine, so Navia was soon shifting to make it easier for his wandering hand. The dress was definitely in the way, as were his pants, but Navia knew they would make short work of removing them when they were ready.<br/><br/>What was easiest for her to reach was his bare chest, which her free hand went to slowly drift down, letting the soft hairs there tickle her fingertips. Their kiss was drawn out, but by the time they had to pull back to breathe again, Navia’s hand had enjoyed the smoothness of his chest, then the grooves of his abdomen. Fingertips drifted along the waist of his pants, her eyes dropping to watch, and Navia smiled softly. Earlier when he’d removed his shirt and read the journal entry she’d written, she’d been distracted by trying to catch glimpses of his bare chest. Now it was at her fingertips to enjoy. “I like the way you look without a shirt on,” she admitted lowly, voice husky from all the touching and quiet words. Her eyes flickered up to meet his briefly before she smiled at him and lifted her hand to slowly stroke back up his chest until her fingertips brushed over one of his nipples. “Now that we’re in a hotter country, I hope this means you’ll be shirtless more often.” Then she could ogle him to her heart’s content the way he liked to when he walked behind her.<br/><br/>Since he wanted her, she knew they were going to have to figure out how at some point. It did not matter to her, but the way they were sitting was making it difficult to be as close to him as she wanted. She wanted their chests brushing, their hips pressing. To encourage him to make it easier for her to get what she wanted, Navia sent one hand down to gently push his knee closest to her downward to rest on the bed. That hand then went to brace herself on the bed while her other hand guided him back in for another kiss, her mouth moving against his slowly as she adjusted and slid to sit between his legs. Her legs went to rest on either side of his waist and once she was comfortable, Navia pulled back from the kiss. It was a simple position, one they could keep or easily maneuver into something different. Her dark eyes were rife with the desires she had for her lover, her lips remaining close enough that they brushed his when she spoke. “You get me in any way you like,” she whispered, both arms moving to wrap around his neck so their bodies would press together, “All I ask is that we go slow.” They had been hot and heavy so much since Théadan had recovered from his injuries, their lusts for each other having boiled up and taken over, but they had stirred up each other with quiet words and sweet little kisses. Navia wanted it to continue so they could truly celebrate how the love they shared had carried them to the freedom Khlurios had promised.