There was resistance in his arm. It was clear Théadan had her where he wanted and he had no intention of allowing her to get away from him anytime soon. That was perfectly fine with Navia, especially when his eyes were roaming her body and he was pointing out he always wanted more from her. It made her grin to know it, mostly because she felt the exact same about him, and that grin only widened when he agreed to finding out how distracting she could as long as she knew the crew would not bother them. Briefly Navia considered suggesting they escape to their cabin if he was concerned about interruptions, but she had an inkling Théadan was not going to allow her any space to escape or turn the tables on him and she was very neatly trapped right there. There was also no way either of them could deny they did not enjoy the thrill from the possibility of being caught.<br/><br/>His hands took hold of her, pulling her in and allowing the front of their bodies to line up and press so satisfyingly. With a pleased sigh, heat chased down her spine and the lust she always had simmering for Théadan began to bubble. Their hips were snug, her breasts pushed lightly against his chest, their stomachs grazing. She could feel his heart beating, could sense the change in his breathing, could see it in his eyes. They were falling into it again, that pit of lust that always seemed to swallow them up with just a few teasing words or touches. And they were always most willing to dive right in. Of course, Théadan had to goad her just as much as she had done to him, but he also brought up what she had said when they realized whales had come across their ship.<br/><br/>“Yanked around,” Navia muttered with a chuckle, shaking her head some at the imagery such wording brought to mind. However what was of more interest to her was him bringing up their time in that little corner in the deck above. As Théadan tilted her face up to guide her into looking up at him, Navia was flooded with the reminder of how ardently she’d been kissing him before hearing the crew yelling, of the way Théadan was responding, of his body reacting to the yearning between them. But he was completely for returning to that yearning and stirring it up in her. His lips were only inches away, his green eyes filled with a mixture of desire and mischief of his own while he teased her. Navia was tempted not to answer him and instead close the distance between them for another demanding kiss. She was still feeling somewhat defiant however, still unwilling to yield completely to the fact Théadan had caught her, which he had most certainly done.<br/><br/>What she was not unwilling to do was draw his attention toward her lips, just for a little unspoken teasing. While she debated how to answer his challenging tease, Navia pursed her lips together and allowed them to slowly separate before she ran her tongue across the bottom one. “Well, I might not have dragged you into this corner, but it might be best to drag you to the floor,” she murmured back to Théadan, thinking of how physical they could sometimes be, and how relying on the crates surrounding them to take the brunt of their passions might not be in their best interest. “I can’t have you thinking I don’t make good on my debts,” Navia pointed out solemnly before her hands took hold of his shirt and she guided him into pivoting so it was he whom had his back to crates at the end of the little dead end. “And if we’re on the subject of debts, I do believe you still owe me a couple things you wanted to do while we were in Nygaard,” Navia smugly looked up at him, hoped that remainder would cause Théadan to take pause and think of those things, and flattened her hands against his chest to give him a shove back against the crates.<br/><br/>She followed, too desirous of him to want to try to escape again, and instead pushing up against him with a satisfied hum. “Do you remember,<i>kamin</i>?” Navia whispered, splitting her time between searching his gaze and eying his lips. Not kissing him was proving to be difficult. “You did make good on one when we made love up against that door,” she paused, hands smoothing up his clothed chest until her arms wrapped around his neck and she rose up on her toes to temptingly brush her lips over his once, “Just as I am about to make good on one of my own.”