Hearing the stuttering in Navia's breath was exquisite for Théadan, it gave him such satisfaction to hear the pleasure Navia took from his touch, and the struggle she had to keep that slow building lust contained. He could feel body quake a little beneath his fingertips, but she kept herself in control her dark eyes once more fixating on his emerald gaze. Her grin and chuckle told him what she thought about being banned from entering a place, she was not someone about to be denied entry by others. It was a stubborn and rebellious nature about Navia, and a side of her he so admired, he loved how she was not about to be constrained by others, she would strive to be the equal of any man in a patriarchal world. Those traits were part of what gave her such strength to endure everything Mes'Mo'Tan had thrown at her, and come out the other side all the stronger for it. There was a small concern Théadan had for such traits though; stubbornness and rebelliousness, with a willingness to defy the constraints of others; was something that would likely by easily manipulated by a person with a mind for such things. Théadan briefly wondered if she had ever had an experience of people trying to be manipulative of her, but he said nothing, hoping Mes'Mo'Tanians were the only ones like that.<br/><br/>A bright smile crossed Théadan's features when Navia declared if she knew he was somewhere she shouldn't be, nothing in the world would keep her from being there with him. He did not doubt it for one moment. She rose from her laid back place in the water to face him, her hands leaving his legs as she did, but her breasts being revealed from beneath the water, small rivers cascading down to drip of their underside, Théadan looked hungrily at them until his lust for her feminine curves had been subdued in favour of listening to what she had to say. She was talking of the seduction of that first time together, rightly pointing out it had been a mutual, and quite an accident. He considered briefly pointing to the week prior to that evening together as her seducing him, but she could likely name just as many times as he when they had looked longing at each other from across the tent and wagon.<br/><br/>As though to dare him onwards, Navia's pressed her hips a little forward, so the caress of his fingers could exert a little more pressure on her folds. To his surprise she was little more direct than he had come to expect, asking what his intentions were, whether he was turning the tables on his Khluri temptress. A quiet chuckle escaped him as she referred to herself by his name for her more seductive and lustful side. Had she referred to herself by that before? Théadan wondered, he did not think so. His fingers continued to softly caress her, never seeking to slip between her feminine lips, just gently rubbing up and down, and occasionally when he was feeling especially like toying with her, drawing a figure of eight across her lips with the tips of his fingers. "Intentions?" He asked feigning innocence, his free hand raising to cup under her chin so they could gaze directly into each others eyes, "Why I am just helping my lover to be clean after we made such a mess of ourselves this past hour." She was never going to buy into that, but Théadan was feeling in a playful mood, happy that there were once more no real restrictions holding their relationship back.<br/><br/>Théadan pressed a soft kiss to her lips just as his fingers moved away from teasing her core, hopefully compensating for the loss with the distraction of his taste. When their lips parted, his gaze looked around the room, seeking a clean cloth. "What is it about us and baths, I wonder?" He asked out loud, genuinely curious how a little water always seemed to draw them together like this. His eyes spotted a clean white cloth just out of reach, he had to lift himself a little way out of the water, and reach right over the side of the tub, dripping water on the floor as he did, but soon had the cloth he desired in his hand. "Why do they always seem to build this tension between us both?" He continued to ask as he returned to sitting in the bath before Navia, and dunking the cloth in the water before wringing it and taking it to one of her shoulders to begin cleaning his lover properly. "I suppose it maybe because of that first time together, so we now associate bathing together with the honest expression of our love for each other." He said, airing his thoughts out loud, as he softly rubbed down Navia's arm, taking her hand in his own and turning it palm upwards while he drew the cloth down the length of her forearm, cleaning it of any residual oil. "Or maybe they just give us an excuse to see each other naked, and when that happens it is easy to make an excuse to let our hands roam each other." Théadan suggested with a wry grin, before starting on Navia's other arm and repeating the action. "Whatever the reason, I know I will always get excited at the prospect of bathing with you."