His laughter had been what she’d been hoping to receive for hiding him away beneath the blanket. He also wasn’t going to allow her to escape, not that she wanted to, and pushed down on her to keep her still. Théadan did not spend long under the blanket, soon reemerging to look down at her with his hair a mess and his eyes feigning irritation. She grinned up at him unabashedly, waiting to see what he would decide to do in order to have his revenge. He leaned in close, she prepared for whatever retaliation he had planned, but Théadan surprised her by whispering to her and pulling out of her enough to press back and bury the length of his member back in her. She was sore from the harsh lovemaking, her insides overly sensitive, and that single slow thrust had her gasping beneath him, her hands clutching at him as she murmured his name and settled under him once more.<br/><br/>Hands relaxing and going to smooth along his sides while he whispered teasing words to her, Navia chuckled quietly when he pointed out she had the best intimate knowledge of him. It was true, just as much as it was for her when it came to him, and she was happy to share a brief kiss to seal such a truth. With Théadan announcing he was ready to carry her to bed, Navia nodded and propped herself up on her elbows to watch as he backed up to take his time pulling out of her, her sore body protesting it with small pings of pain. “That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” She asked when he pointed out they would be stuck in a cycle of making love and resting, but he also pointed out they wouldn’t make it to her home. She could have commented on that, but instead was captivated by the way their mixed releases slowly left her body. Dark eyes flickering up to his face, Navia looked on in silence as Théadan cleaned them both up, then spoke a quick word of thanks when he finished.<br/><br/>He honored her request to be carried to bed and with how exhausted she was by him, Navia was grateful for it. Instead of trying to give him a hard time or tease him for it, she was complacent to Théadan sliding an arm under her knees and behind her back. Her own arms went to wrap around his neck and once he stood to carry her to the newly blanketless bed, Navia let her hand gently rest where his jaw met his neck, her lips slowly pressing along the curve of his neck and upward. She took her time and by the time he had reached the bed, she was giving him little kisses along his jaw. “Wait,” she murmured when it was time Théadan set her down, “Wait just a moment.” It was not often Théadan carried her, there were few moments where she would allow it to happen, and Navia wanted to cherish it for a little while. Dark eyes soft on his pretty green ones, Navia took his face into her hands before guiding him in for a gentle, sweet kiss.<br/><br/>How she loved him, how she loved how vulnerable she could be with him. Finding a man who understood her and let her be herself was a feat she would not take for granted. Happy to allow the kiss to linger, Navia soon pulled back to sigh her contentment. “Okay,” she whispered to him, bumping her nose up against his while she waited for Théadan to put her down. Once she was placed on the bed, Navia took a moment to slide her nearly-forgotten panties down her hips. Once they were tossed off the bed, she pulled back the sheets and slid beneath to sit and wait for him to join her, her gaze wandering back over to the blanket they had left on the floor. Near-black eyes rising up to consider Théadan, she took the time to run her hands through her sex-mussed hair. “Are you going to want the blanket?” She asked, figuring the answer was likely no, given how warm he found Khlurios. Eyes shifting to a more sly expression, she drew her knees up to lean her arms on. “I might get cold without it, so if you don’t want it, you’ll be stuck keeping me warm.”