A proud smile flitted across Navia’s lips when Théadan reminded her she had worn him out as often as he had tired her. She liked that about their relationship, that they both enjoyed switching around who was leading them through their passions. He had told her before that he enjoyed it when she took control and there had been times in the past she had taken that to heart, one time even pulling two orgasms from him in a short amount of time. “I have,” Navia ended up agreeing with a knowing smile, the memories of the times she had worn him out, times she had drawn strong words from him or gasping moans. Thinking of it had her gaze traveling over him again, her mind wandering to how much she enjoyed touching him, tasting his skin. He was continuing on however, leaving her unable to dwell on the temptations his body presented.<br/><br/>There was no hiding the pout that came when Théadan questioned if she deserved a kiss from him. In her mind, she always deserved his kisses. After everything they had gone through together, after all they had done for each other, she figured they had won kisses for life from each other. She also knew if the tables were turned and she was the one holding the power of the kiss, she would have no qualms about withholding one from him for the sake of a game. He played up the purity of a kiss though, making her roll her eyes while she continued fanning him with the tree leaf. They had shared many a kiss that would probably not meet all of those qualifications and possibly some that did not meet any. There were times their kisses were voracious, demanding, primal with need. She knew he was just trying to get a rise out of her; she could see the way he was trying to hide the amused expression creeping into his serious features. But then he called his own lips ‘cheapened’ because she was trying to bargain for a kiss.<br/><br/>It was preposterous and Navia could not stop from laughing out loud. “Your lips could never lose their value,” she assured him, “You’re a prince! Your lips are too royal for your kiss to be cheapened.” To tease Théadan for making such a ridiculous claim, Navia used the outermost leaves on the tree branch to tickle his face before she laughed again and shook her head. “I can’t believe you would deny me a kiss,” she was clearly amused he would not give her one, dark eyes dancing humorously, “I wonder what you would do if I just decided I wanted one, hmm? If I pulled you close and took one without permission?” She was tempted to do just that, but now that he had hinted at the possibility that he would not willingly kiss her, Navia wanted him to do just that.<br/><br/>He had refused to apologize for finding her irresistible just a minute ago, hadn’t he? Surely he knew he was just as much so for her? To test whether she could convince him to kiss her, Navia adjusted her hold on the tree branch to continue fanning him while she guided Varinata to walk closely to Wyndagar, the horses’ shoulders brushing at times from how close they were. Navia’s thigh brushed against Théadan’s and she at first glanced at it before bringing the leaf around behind him to rest on Wyndagar’s hip. Her hand steadied her there, acting as a brace as she leaned across the two horses. “I don’t want to take it from you,” Navia admitted lowly, voice becoming huskier as her dark eyes lowered to watch as her free hand reached out to rest on Théadan’s thigh. She pushed up the inside of his thigh slowly, with it obvious what her hand’s intentions were for a destination if he did not stop her. “You just said I was irresistible last night,” Navia pointed out, gaze lifting to focus on his lips as she balanced across the horses to be close to him, “Don’t you know that’s exactly what you are to me right now?” She wasn’t lying. Their teasing and flirting always excited her, then he’d paired it with being shirtless in the process and resisting her request. A kiss was just a nice way to expel some of that spontaneous desire.