Théadan not planning on what he had to say drew a droll expression from Navia and she regarded him with the raise of a dubious eyebrow. He was always thoughtful in what he said; it was something she liked about him. He was rarely brash, instead taking the time to think through what he had to say. That disbelief was soon washed away by his sweet words for her though, and Navia couldn’t help but grin at her lover when he spoke of how he could mention the sun on her skin or the spark in her eyes. It was nice to hear him say, even if he was pretending to think up what he could say to her. And he seemed to only want to make it better by stepping closer and continuing.<br/><br/>Navia wasn’t sure what she had expected him to do when she blocked his way up to the third floor, but she hadn’t thought he would shift the playful mood she had set to one of quiet wanting. Yet that was exactly what Théadan did by coming in close and gently pushing her hair back from her face. By the time he was leaning in to whisper whatever he had planned, he had her hanging onto his every word, her dark eyes locked on his pretty green eyes…until he whispered to her. “There’s a—?” Navia started to repeat in confusion, having expected something sweet and romantic from him. He was pulling back from her though, and Navia glanced behind her, only for a sheepish grin to form on her lips. There really were people lining up behind her, wanting access to the staircase.<br/><br/>“Sorry,” Navia said to them as Théadan maneuvered her out of the way and she let him, her hands falling to rest on his arms for balance. “That was rude,” Navia laughed as they went by, meaning both his actions of capturing her attention so expertly only to quash her desires and her own of monopolizing the stairwell. He was reaching for her hand and wanting to move on to her room though, so Navia let it go and instead picked up on Théadan’s comment on her having hold of the room key. “Is that bitterness I hear in your voice?” Navia asked while walking beside him toward their room and goodnaturedly pressing her shoulder against his, “Next time you can carry the keys, I promise.”<br/><br/>The door was opened with little issue into a modest room that was home to large bed with white linens, a dresser, and a beside table on either side of the bed. Everything was wooden and worn, giving the distinct feeling the room had been around for quite some time. A door to the right led into a small bathroom, but Navia’s focus was on Théadan. With a knowing grin, she tossed the key onto the bed so she could slide her arms around his neck, “Until then, let me make it up to you.” And she could dispel a bit of the lust he had stirred up in her in the hall. She rose on her toes then, her breasts and belly pressing against his chest and abdomen, giving her the height so her lips could find his for a kiss.<br/><br/>Navia’s eyes had temporarily touched on on the twin glass doors on the other side of the room, but she had decided it best to smooth any potentially ruffled feathers after his key comment before exploring further. The room had no windows, but light poured through the doors just fine, telling her the balcony she had been so interested in lay on the other side. But now that her lips had met Théadan’s and her body had molded around his so nicely, Navia’s only interest was in the way their mouths moved together.