A bright smile first flitted across Navia’s lips when Théadan pointed out his erection was her fault, so she had to figure out what to do about it. “I’m sure I can think of something,” was her reply, her voice laced with a hint of husk at the thought of what she could do to alleviate the arousal she had stirred up in him. He was moving toward the bed however, leaving Navia to cross her arms beneath her breasts and eye Théadan curiously to see what he was doing. He took a seat on the bed and revealed his thoughts were more on the title they could use for him once they were finally in Mandira’s court. It made her smile to hear how protective he was of her name for him. In truth, it would make sense to use it. Everyone would know right away what he meant to her and many would probably pair it with Théadan’s personality as gallant the way she had when she’d first called him<i>kamin</i>.<br/><br/>Navia also knew if anyone other than Théadan tried to use Alu’wei for her, she would not stand for it. It was too special to be uttered by anyone else than him. So she understood completely and wholeheartedly agreed.<i>Kamin</i>was not how he should be introduced. But what he suggested next was not going to be any better. Kidnapper. It pulled a roll of her eyes from her. “You were my kidnapper for all of a week,” she reminded him drolly, then took a couple steps closer to him while adding under her breath, “And really only acted like one that first night.” They probably should have known from how comfortable they were with each other and how inexplicably drawn to one another they were even those first few days of meeting they were going to end up together. But they had defied so many odds Navia doubted either of them could have foreseen it.<br/><br/>Even then, months later, dozens of times together and harrowing troubles upon them, Navia was drawn to Théadan. Her dark eyes studied him partially because she was curious to see what word he could come up with, but also because he was just so pleasing to gaze upon. “Consort wouldn’t be a bad option,” Navia shrugged, having no strong feelings for or against the word. She supposed that was a good thing. “Maybe companion would work, except it doesn’t explicitly show people we are together, and they need to know. So consort might be best.” She stopped before him then, her eyes on him and her hand reaching out to brush his drying hair back from his face. Before his injury, it had been rare for her to have to look down at him. It allowed her to see his features from a different angle and he still called to her just as much.<br/><br/>There was still something else beckoning to her, a rather prominent fixture between them that Navia was surprised Théadan was able to seemingly ignore. Since he had deemed it her job to ease his erection before they could rest for the night, Navia placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered down to straddle him, her towel bunching at her waist. She very easily could have guided him in and started another round of lovemaking, she knew she was still just as aroused from their bath, but there was little fun in rushing unless they were caught up in the heat of the moment. In fact, she didn’t reach down to touch him. Her hands gently wandered, fingertips brushing over the hairs of his chest while her dark eyes sought out his green ones. “I have two suggestions for how to help this calm down,” she told him quietly, one of her hands lowering to provide his length with a full, slow stroke, “We stay right like this, but I’ll turn around so you don’t have to move as much.” She could use her legs on the bed for the support she would need to roll her hips over his and he wouldn’t have to work as hard having his feet planted on the floor. “Oooor,” Navia drew out the small word before she cuddled closer to her lover, lips finding his for a brief kiss, “Or I push you back on this bed and we only use our hands.” She doubted he would tire from that. She also didn’t want to push it though; she was so happy to have Théadan nearly back to his full health that she did not want to risk a setback because they lost control. So Navia pressed another kiss to his lips, dark eyes earnest while she whispered to him, “But that’s only if you want to,<i>kamin</i>. So be it if you poke me all night as long as you’re comfortable.”