The promise of him making love to her slow and sweet like he had said he would was one Navia was certain Théadan would keep. The added assurance he would make it up to her was also something she knew Théadan would do at some point, giving her something to look forward to in the future. As much as she loved it when he lost control and they ended up a harried, writing mess of hot bodies and loud moans, Navia also enjoyed when they took their time and physically showed how much they loved each other with slow paces and whispered sentiments. As if to give her a taste of it, to remind her of how those tender moments could be, Théadan brought his lips down to hers for another kiss.<br/><br/>That quiet little moment between them was soon over with Théadan teasing her. Her eyes narrowed at him blaming her for the fact they were on the wooden floor with half a blanket beneath them and the rest bunched to the side from when he had pulled it back to reveal her beneath. He was right that he had had her on the bed, but he had allowed her to escape. Even though she had wriggled out from beneath him, Navia had not expected Théadan to allow her to go far. That she had made it off the bed without him catching hold and dragging her back was a feat she should have been flaunting. He didn’t give her a chance to announce as much though, for he continued on to point out he had exhausted himself and she wasn’t the one who needed to be carried to bed. That was also worthy of objection, but Théadan chose to pair it with pushing his hips down on hers again, causing his still-hard member drag along her sensitive vaginal walls.<br/><br/>Breath catching audibly in her throat, Navia looked up at Théadan with a mixture of her desire for more and the twinge of pain it caused her. She was already growing sore, knew it would only get worse, yet knew all she would ever want was more from him. Laughing softly when he kissed her nose and finally admitted he would carry to bed, Navia nodded while adjusting beneath him, allowing her legs to get more comfortable while her hands rested on his upper arms. “We can stay here for as long as you like,” she told him with a smile, touched he was reluctant to get up right away. Navia cherished the aftermath of their lovemaking just as much as he did, and she brushed her lips to his before answering him softly, “The longer I get to have you inside me, the better.”<br/><br/>With a small groan, Navia let her head rest against the floor beneath him, her eyes closing for a time while she let her body recuperate. She could feel her body’s exhausted state begin to take its toll. Théadan had been right in predicting their time in the spa would not be as relaxing as it could be; it was almost as though they had been on some sort of mission to drain each other of as much sexual energy as possible. They would move on the next day and continue their journey to Mandira; would that put a damper in their lusts for each other? Or were they going to end up finding themselves in odd places along the way, guided by their desires? She did not know, but Navia did know she could not allow Théadan to get away with putting so much blame on her for the results of their current situation. No, it would have to be addressed.<br/><br/>After mulling over what she took the most issue with, Navia reached down beside them to smooth a hand of the forgotten blanket. “You know,” she said quietly after the silence had companionably lingered between them, “I’m a little surprised you even let me make it off the bed in the first place. You’re bigger…and stronger…” She gave a slow, teasing roll of her hips beneath her lover, a grin tugging at her dark, kiss-puffed lips, “And you’re trained to capture foes.” Her hand took hold of the blanket then, and Navia looked up at Théadan with a wicked expression, “Maybe you’re falling out of practice and need more training. Let me help.” And to test that idea, she pulled the blanket over his head and dropped it into place, much like he had done to her before dragging her down to the floor, all while laughing evilly and squirming beneath him to pretend to try to get away.