Navia was silent as Théadan moved to lie on his back, her dark gaze following his movements until he leaned up to press a brief kiss to her lips. She grinned at the sweetness of such a kiss, but said nothing until he pointed out she was good at massaging him and the fronts of his legs needed her attention as well. “I should teach you the technique,” she suggested as she readied the oil to pour on his thighs, only to pause when she heard him point out the oil she had gotten on herself. Navia could see where his eyes had pinpointed, her own focus dropping to take in the oil smeared across the bottom curve of her breasts, and she began to shrug. She hadn’t been paying any attention to how the oil was getting on her, mostly because she had every intention of ending up just as oily as Théadan was about to be.<br/><br/>But of course he had to blame her for enticing him. Théadan enjoyed pointing out when she did something that goaded him into reacting, especially when whatever she was doing was actually innocent in nature. Navia blinked down at him for a moment, having had no intention of trying to get a reaction out of Théadan thus far. Perhaps he did not realize she had been being good, wanting him to get the most out of the massage, and that she could easily make such an experience for him beyond tempting? And by challenging her unsuspecting behavior as deliberate, he only encouraged her to show him what she could really do? A slow, catlike smile formed on her full lips and Navia shook her head slowly. She’d seen the way his fingers had curled up to his palms; she could sense the desire he had to reach out and touch her. Surely he knew she would have no choice but to react.<br/><br/>“This isn’t difficult to do,” Navia said instead of answering him for the time being, reaching out to pour a line of oil down each of his thighs. She leaned over Théadan’s waist to place both hands on one of his thighs, and slowly spread the oil across it until she reached his knee, then began to push her hands apart and move her way up his thigh toward his hip, “It’s all about where you apply pressure in your hands and how much. Some people need more pressure than others depending on how much fat they have or how muscular they are so you might use your entire hand. You have a lot of scar tissue though, so I’ve been mostly using my thumbs so I can vary the pressure better. I figure I probably need to apply a bit more pressure to the scarred areas to reach your muscles.” By the time she finished her explanation, she had worked over his other thigh and looking down gave her a pretty easy view of his genitals.<br/><br/>Navia sat up, the smirk returning on her face as she reached out to brush the back of her fingertips along the length of his manhood. “I wasn’t trying to get a reaction out of you, you know,” she adjusted her hand to give him a slow stroke while bringing her attention up to Théadan’s face, “In fact, I was trying to make sure I didn’t tease you so you could get what you needed from the massage. Maybe you thought I was trying to catch your attention because you miss me? You did say you’ve been ready for a week to make love again…” Shrugging, Navia removed her touch from him and went to very slowly slide her leg across his abdomen so she could straddle him. “I don’t think you realize how hard I could make this for you,” Navia said lowly as her body came to rest low on his abdomen. And how much fun she could have trying to get him to react. She could feel the heat of his skin on her lower lips, the hairs he had trailing downward tickling them. Her eyes swept up his abdomen slowly until they met Théadan’s emerald gaze, and Navia smiled slyly.<br/><br/>“I’m going to do your chest next, but first let me clean up so I’m not so distracting for you,” Navia said innocently, though her expression was anything but. The bottle of oil was set down and both of her hands rose to cup the bottom curve of her breasts. She rubbed slowly to spread the oil more evenly across her own skin, eyes watching Théadan’s intently, then gently dragged her hands downward to allow the remaining oil to slicken the rest of her chest. Since she had gotten some on her abdomen as well, she smoothed it across her skin, fingers dipping dangerously low briefly before coming back up, the bronze of her skin glimmering in the firelight. “And now that you’re laying on your back, I want your arms a specific way,” Navia announced and leaned over so she could position him the way she wanted, hands guiding his hands to rest on either side of his head, exposing the underside of his arms that had yet to be touched by the oil. While she worked to set him the way she wanted, her oiled abdomen slid against his dry one, her breasts swaying slightly with her movements just above his eyes.