Théadan began to sit up and at first Navia thought he was going to try to stand with her still on his lap, but he was only reaching for the robe he’d been wearing. She watched quietly as he worked to clean them up, a small smile playing on her lips. What had started as something she tended to do had become a task they traded off doing. She much preferred when he did it, simply because it meant he was touching her, and there was something about watching Théadan clean himself up after their lovemaking that was a little arousing itself. Navia said nothing of it though, instead murmuring a thank you in gratitude when he finished. She started to lift off his lap then, only to pause when Théadan reached out to touch her corset again.<br/><br/>She’d forgotten she’d been wearing it, she was just that tired. But a small smirk formed on her lips while Théadan’s hands began to work to loosen the corset from her body. Navia shrugged with a small chuckle, letting him do as he pleased with the corset. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to wake up to me wearing it or not,” she teased, though he was probably right that the corset would be uncomfortable to sleep in. Her eyes followed his movements while his hands worked, then warmed when he leaned in to kiss the pronounced curves of her breasts. His smile that followed was cute too, and Navia chuckled softly before lifting her arms over her head to let the corset be removed, figuring it was easier that way than completely untying it.<br/><br/>It left her bare before him and Navia briefly considered leaning forward so they could have the pleasure of their bare chests touching, but it was something that could potentially set them off again and Navia simply did not have the energy. She’d feel the warmth of Théadan’s skin on hers once they were in bed anyway, so with that in mind, she carefully rose from the chaise. Making sure not to knock any of the dishes or glasses from their meal over or lose her balance, Navia’s feet touched the floor and she was soon standing beside the chaise. Groaning at how stiff and sore she was growing to be, she took a moment to bend and push the sorry excuse for underwear she wore down her hips so they could slide down her tawny thighs and pool at her feet. She stepped out of them before smiling at Théadan and holding out her hand for him to take once he stood.<br/><br/>“We can clean up in the morning,” she decided, giving the discarded clothing and dishes a brief glance before leading the way back off the balcony. The room they stepped into was cool and quiet, dark and inviting. Navia wasted no time in heading over to the big, fluffy white bed. Pillows decorated the head of it, more than they would need, and she began tossing them onto a nearby chair in the corner. “I like wearing them, the corsets,” she admitted while she worked, glancing over at Théadan with a small smirk, “I like the way your expression changes and you find it difficult to speak when you see me in them.” She pulled back the blankets then, the fabric light and cool, but also thin to keep from overheating. Navia slid into bed and pulled the blankets around her waist but remained sitting up, preferring to wait for Théadan to get comfortable so she could curl up to him. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to find more the further south we go though,” she pointed out before a smirk tugged at her lips, “Khlurios doesn’t really have anything like them. I’d never even seen one before that green dress I wore.” And how fun that dress had turned out to be.