From her place a few meters away from Théadan, Navia could tell he was both amused by the way she was giving him incentive to join her and willing to use it as motivation. It did not take long at all for him to begin to try to join her and Navia watched carefully, noting how his legs did not take to the swimming as well as his arms had. It was to be suspected, it was a bit more difficult, but Théadan was determined. She knew he would work it out and figured he would have it down by the time he reached her until he abruptly stood up in a coughing fit. Worry for him mixed with the desire to coddle him after having trouble in the water again caused Navia to start to step forward. The raised hand in her direction halted her however, and she frowned at him until Théadan was finished.<br/><br/>The gaze that landed on her was a mixture of heat and determination she hadn’t been expecting. He seemed all the more set on reaching her and collecting the kisses she’d dangled as bait, leaving Navia confident he was over inhaling some of the water. Théadan began again, swimming a little more slowly but with better form, and Navia grinned as she stepped back to where she’d been originally standing to wait for him. He was doing better after slowing his pace, leaving her to wonder if he had been too eager to try to reach her before. His form was improving with every stroke, showing he was growing more comfortable with the movements. If he continued to practice, Navia was confident Théadan could be expertly swimming in just a couple days. He was a good, smart student and was motivated to learn; there was little that would stand in the way of him mastering swimming.<br/><br/>Every time his head lifted from the water, she could see his eyes were intent on her. It was such a pleasing sensation to know he was so focused on her and so intent on reaching her that he was using the brief time his face breached the water’s surface to gaze upon her as he took another breath of air. It sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine; soon enough Théadan would be standing before her, wanting to collect the reward she had offered if he could swim to her. Knowing she would need to bestow that reward upon him had her pulse quickening, her smile widening, and the desire she had for him coming to the fore. It was always there, simmering and waiting, but the kisses they’d shared before had begun to stir it and she knew when he reached her, those lusts would be even easier to stoke.<br/><br/>Théadan soon reached her, his hands finding her waist first before his knees fell to the seafloor so he could kneel before her. It surprised her, she’d been expecting him to stand up like he had done earlier, but Navia still welcomed the way his arms wrapped around her and his face pressed into her abdomen. He was breathing heavily and Navia soothingly ran her hands along his shoulders and neck in hopes it would help him recover while he buried his face against her wet, tawny skin. For him, it was nothing more than a resting place after exerting himself, but for her after what she’d learned the day before, the way he held her close kicked up emotions Navia had not felt previously. She wanted to tell him, needed to tell him, and began to do just that even though it wasn’t the time she’d previously decided when Théadan spoke.<br/><br/>It was demanding. There was no room for negotiation. Théadan had swam to her, so he wanted kisses, it made sense well enough but the tone in his voice was nearly as arousing as his words. After pressing a kiss to her abdomen, he looked up at her determinedly, the lust he had for her and the conviction for getting his reward bright in his green eyes. Navia stared down at him for a long beat, wanting to remember how he looked up at her when she thought back to when he learned to swim, then she sighed aggrievedly, as if it was a huge burden he would demand kisses from her. “So demanding,” she pointed out, though it was said with a smile tugging on her lips. In truth, she loved it. Théadan was often at his most exciting when he was feeling greedy for her.<br/><br/>Navia went to kneel down in the water with him, but Théadan was taller than she and the water was barely lapping over his shoulders as he knt there, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and used him to keep her at a height similar to his own. Her feet could touch the sandy seafloor, but having her knees there would have put her face partially submerged. It also allowed their bodies to press tightly and rub slightly as the waves gently rocked against them. Her face close to his, Navia stared into Théadan’s bright eyes, drawing out the anticipation of their lips meeting again. When they finally did, she leaned in slowly, keeping her gaze locked on his so she could barely graze her lips against his in a sorry excuse for a kiss. “There’s one,” she murmured to him anyway, just to tease, her lips tugging into a smirk.<br/><br/>Before Théadan could protest, Navia leaned in for a second, longer kiss even though it was still brief and not much more than their lips brushing. There was no pressure behind it, no heat or urgency, and she could not keep from grinning as she did so. The want she had, the heat and desire, was building in her with each flirting kiss, so she could only wonder how much it was affecting him when he had used his own desires to help motivate himself to reach her. “And another,” Navia whispered, stay close enough that their noses brushed while she gazed at him. “You did so well,<i>kamin,</i>” she continued breathily, “You have to work on your form, but you can do it, which means you can improve so you can have even more kisses.” And to finally reward him for his efforts, Navia tilted her head slightly, leaned in, and kissed him deeply. His lips and face were wet and she didn’t mind, but as Navia tightened her hold on her lover and eagerly deepened the kiss, the familiar taste of Théadan on her tongue was paired with a salty taste.<br/><br/>A small moan escaped her, the heat of the kiss clouding her thoughts and filling her mind only of him, and Navia’s impatience began to take hold. Her hands adjusted to slip into Théadan’s dripping black hair to tug gently. With his head tilted back some and his mouth at a new angle for her kiss, Navia pulled back long enough for them both to have a brief breath of air. She gasped for it momentarily then murmured against his mouth, “Another.” And Navia dragged Théadan into another hot, needy kiss to show him how pleased she was he had managed to swim so far to reach her, the ocean waves gently bumping against their shoulders.