A laugh was what came from him. She had expected he would have some comments on the deliberate way she was trying to torment him, but the laugh and what he ended up saying were far more pleasing than what she would have anticipated from him. Navia glanced down at Théadan with an amused grin while one hand reached for the bottle of oil and the other stroked along his arm absently. “I could have continued to be sweet, but you had to go and antagonize me,” she pointed out with a chuckle, shrugging while she leaned back just enough to pour a little oil on each of his arms so she could work it into his skin. He was going on though, and narrating everything he saw by looking up at her, leaving her to grin proudly, happy to know she was having such an effect on him.<br/><br/>She could hear it in his voice too; he was vexed by the situation he was in and his perceived inability to touch her. She had never told him he couldn’t touch her, yet much to her amusement he was taking her request to place his hands above his head to heart. She supposed it would make the moment he finally did touch her again all the sweeter. She knew he was aroused, could feel the heat of his erection behind her and see the hunger for her in his pretty eyes, and she could not deny having her hands on him and teasing him was stirring her own arousal. How long could they keep up such a game, Navia wondered? How long could Théadan resist touching her? Or her needing him to touch her? As her hands spread the oil across his arms and on to his shoulders, she hoped the answer to all three was not long.<br/><br/>“Besides,” Navia went on, straightening some so she could work her hands over his left shoulder, massaging gently and moving inward until she switched over to the do the same with his right, “I’m working toward the same thing I was before, aren’t I? I’m still trying to alleviate your stress and aches.” And she could think of no better way than to both relax his body and rile them up a bit until all they would want was for their bodies to end up tangled, sweaty, and oh so satisfied. If that meant tormenting them both for a few minutes while she finished up Théadan’s massage, then so be it.<br/><br/>“Mmm,” Navia practically purred while sitting up and pouring a little more oil across Théadan’s chest so her hands could enjoy spreading it across the breadth of his chest. She watched as her fingers coated him in the oil, taking the time to circle and brush over his nipples. “I’ve missed touching you,” she murmured, eyes on how her hands explored the muscles and scars of his chest, “If you’ve missed it as much as I have, I can imagine how tortuous it might be for you to stay still right now.” A short chuckle left her at such a thought, her dark eyes dancing with a bit of mischief as her hands continued downward, “I’m almost done.”<br/><br/>Really all she had left was his abdomen, which meant she needed to move back some. Careful not to bump the hard erection just behind her, Navia rose up from resting on his abdomen to back up until she could straddle his thighs instead. It brought his arousal between them, and she at first only glanced down at it, but her gaze jumped back to it to eye hungrily. She was tempted to take hold again, to stroke him and gain some of those pleasured sounds she loved to hear from him, but she wanted to finish what she started. Instead Navia continued working the oil into Théadan’s skin, fingers kneading and stroking the musculature of his abdomen. She only paused once to run a hand along his newest scar at his side, a crease of worry forming on her brow. She had briefly forgotten he was still recovering, forgotten he could potentially not be ready for the physicality she craved from him. With that in mind, Navia trailed her hands down Théadan’s abdomen, rubbing oil into the grooves of his abdominal muscles and admiring the sheen it gave his form. The oil only seemed to emphasize the strength and beauty of his body, leaving her to sigh appreciatively as her hands came to a stop at his hips.<br/><br/>“Okay, you can touch me now,” Navia announced, her dark eyes on Théadan’s, curious to see how he would react to be given such a permission after all her teasing and stroking. She couldn’t help it though, she so loved to needle him that she added, “But only if you want to.”