The kiss gave her an outlet for all the frustration she had from such a disappointing day, but it also comforted her despite the hot, demanding way her mouth moved with his own. It had taken Théadan a moment to wrap his head around what she was silently demanding of him, but she soon felt his arms wrapping around her as he deepened their kiss. She sank against him, allowing their bodies to press and mold around each other in the familiar, perfect way they did. How anyone could tell them they were not meant for each other was beyond her comprehension; everything pointed toward the opposite, even down to how the curves of her body complemented his body’s harder planes. They even ran out of breath at the same time, Théadan breaking the kiss and remaining close so their breaths mixed and their chests rose and fell in tandem.<br/><br/>He spoke exactly what she had been needing to hear, the certainty in his words causing a small tremble to race through her while she looked up at him and nodded softly. With him leaning down to rest his forehead on her own, she let a hand rise up to cup his cheek affectionately as he repeated himself. Navia closed her eyes and nodded slightly, having to take a moment to fight back the urge to cry from all the emotions the day and his words stirred up in her. She was not yet finished expelling all the irritation that had built up within her though, which meant those emotions needed to wait. Théadan wasn’t giving her much of a chance to speak anyhow, his hands tugging her closer as his lips covered her own for another deep kiss. She moaned softly into it, her lips answering and matching the movements of his as they stood on one side of a door and the rest of the world waited on the other side, not mattering to the either of them for the time being.<br/><br/>“They can’t,” Navia assured Théadan once they had to pull back for air again, her voice breathless, “I won’t allow it.” He had already been dragged from her once before and it had been one of the most painful moments of her life. A close second had been when she’d been forced to leave his side after he’d been tortured. Never again would Navia let either happen. It had been heart wrenching to sit idly while Théadan had been removed from their bed, knowing her attempts to stop it only would have ended in more pain for him. Even worse had been having to endure watching him at the mercy of the Beast, then unable to reach him to protect him. Someone even suggesting something similar could happen again was unacceptable. “No one will<i>ever </i>take you from me again,” Navia finished resolutely, her hands taking hold of his shirt again and tugging while she rose up onto her toes to meet him for another fervid kiss.<br/><br/>She wanted to show him how dedicated to him she was, wanted to put all her frustrations to good use and lose herself in Théadan for a while, but she had to choose how. They were in a prime spot for her to simply drag him down to the floor and have him however she wanted; she was confident he would allow it. The last time they’d lost control and ended up on the floor, they’d rued not being able to snuggle in for the night afterward though. Navia wanted the bed, wanted to be able to curl up and fall asleep in Théadan’s arms once they were free of the pent-up frustration and be finished with such an awful day. It was for that reason, she pulled on his shirt as she stepped backward, wordlessly encouraging him to follow her since their lips were occupied. Once they were headed toward the bed, her hands moved to begin pushing the shirt upward, revealing the warm, muscled body she revered. Navia broke the kiss once she figured they were close to the bed, her hands tugging the shirt over Théadan’s head and throwing it out of the way.<br/><br/>After turning them so he was the one with his back to the bed, Navia gave his chest another push with a small smirk, this time causing Théadan to sit on the bed. It amused her to push him around a little, their size and strength difference such that she knew it was only possible because he allowed it. Eager to join him, Navia placed her hands on his shoulders, using him for balance while she went to straddle him. She leaned in to kiss him again once she was settled in his lap, but the reason why she was so adamant about having him crawled back into her mind and she instead turned back to look at the door, trying to see the handle. “Did you lock the door?” She asked distractedly while her hands remained poised on his shoulders, wanting to be sure before they were too lost in each other to care and unwilling to go further if there was a potential for disruption.