After watching Théadan have a drink from the waterfall, an action Navia had not thought to do and was tempted to try as well, her focus on him sharpened when he turned back to her and questioned how the beginning of her list for him started with a kiss. She nodded silently in confirmation, letting a hand absently trail in the falling water as she waited for Théadan to do as she requested. He stepped closer, she tilted her head back to look up at him, and his hands took hold of her. His touch was always so gentle despite the callousness of his scarred hands; it was always a duality about him she enjoyed. Navia leaned her cheek against Théadan’s hand when his wet palm flattened on her skin, her dark eyes steadying on his while he leaned in to rub his nose on hers. She chuckled softly when he did so, then sighed softly when all he gave her was the briefest brush of a kiss.<br/><br/>His face wasn't entirely on her either, giving her reason to wonder what he was thinking until he glanced behind her. Navia went to look in the same direction when he began to guide her behind the waterfall and she understood. He was going to kiss her behind the waterfall, in the little nook the waterfall protected from the rest of the world. With her hands lightly gripping his sides, her back soon met the cool, smooth rock there and Théadan’s larger, stronger body trapped her against it. He loomed over her while whispering to her, telling her of a time he’d caught a woman who had snuck into a spring. It was a familiar story, one she loved when they brought it up, and Navia smiled fondly at him for speaking of it. Even before he was smoothing his hands down her shoulders and arms to take hold of her wrists, Navia was feeling as though their current situation was similar to that first time they’d been together.<br/><br/>The backs of her hands pressed against the rock above her head, his own hands holding them in place. A shiver of anticipation raced down her spine as Théadan stepped closer to close the distance between their bodies. Did he know how tempting he was in that moment? Could he feel how her heart raced, how her breath quickened? Dark eyes beginning to fill with that always simmering desire Navia had for the man standing before her, she studied his pale lips as he came in closer. He whispered to her how they had once found themselves waist-deep in a hot spring in the middle of how a raging storm, their bodies yearning to learn, and so lost all the pent-up passion from coveting each other for a week. And again Théadan would only give her a brief kiss and with how stirring his words and proximity were, Navia released a small stutter of breath when he chose to speak to her again instead of kiss her properly.<br/><br/>The last of his words were most important in her mind, and most impressive. The passion they’d had the first time they’d given in to their bodies’ urges was just as intense right then as it had been months ago. It was perhaps even more intense than before, for in addition to the lust and hunger in Théadan’s deep kiss, Navia could feel the love he had for her. It poured from him as his body pressed hers against the rocks behind them and his mouth moved against hers. It was staggering, enough so that Navia whimpered against his lips as her hands slid around from his sides to his back to hold him close. The roar of the waterfall in their ears, a bit of spray speckling Théadan’s back and slickening his sun-warmed skin, the thrill of having his hands holding hers above her head. It was all so perfect in her eyes. Théadan had taken her request and breathed life into in a way she had not expected and Navia wanted to know what else he would do to see her satisfied.<br/><br/>The kiss came to an eventually and Navia groaned softly when it did, her chest rising more and breasts brushing Théadan’s chest with her deep breathing. “I’ll never forget that day,” she whispered to him, “I had never known someone could want me as badly as you did…or that I could want you just as badly.” She paused to lean up to catch Théadan’s lips for another brief kiss before she chuckled quietly, “I still do. It’s always there in the back of my mind and all it takes is for you to look at me, or touch me and suddenly I want you more than anything. Like right now.” Navia paused and went to frame his face with her hands in the intimate way she liked to use, only to remember they were currently trapped by Théadan’s own hands. With her hands inaccessible, Navia chose to instead rise on her toes and close the distance between theirs lips once more.<br/><br/>The kiss was brief, just long enough for a small taste of each other. “Make love to me,” Navia whispered to Théadan, her dark eyes searching his to see if it was what he wanted, “Right here, as if we were right back in that spring. I want to feel all that passion you have for me and give you every ounce of what I have for you.” Just as she had that first time so long ago, Navia slid her hands down to pull free from Théadan’s hold, then pushed back up so her fingers could thread between his and take hold. Her hands squeezed his gently as she whispered to him, “I want your mouth on me, your tongue and teeth. I want to feel it in my bones that I belong with you and no one else. Show me how nothing else matters, but that burning passion you have for me. ”