His hands were pulling her closer while she tried to see if the door was locked, their hips meeting snugly. Théadan wasted no time in drawing her attention back to him though, and Navia faced him once more with the coaxing of his hand at her cheek. She smiled at him immediately, but it swiftly shifted into a much wider grin when he accused her of distracting him enough that the key was still in the door. That was completely fine with her; it assured no one would be bothering them. “Mm…” she purred softly as his lips pressed kisses to her skin while he continued to tease her until he decided it was time she be rid of her own clothing. Navia was happy to assist Théadan as he pushed her dress up from her hips to her torso and then over her head. Her hands left his shoulders to rise over her head to ease the removal of the dress, then they dropped down to his chest while Théadan threw the dress out of the way.<br/><br/>Perhaps Théadan was right that she was suddenly more spirited than she had been before they’d reached their room for the evening. Navia shrugged slightly while Théadan leaned forward to take advantage of all the silky dark skin he’d exposed by removing her dress. She sat completely bare to him, save for her underwear, giving him much to enjoy as he pleased. What had started as a way for her to try to dispel some of the frustrated energy that had built up within her with all the negative comments people had made toward them was evolving into her wanting to make them both forget all of it. She’d been angry over it at first, so much so she’d thrown their bag across the room, but after a few minutes wrapped up in Théadan, all Navia wanted was to reaffirm how wrong all those people had been.<br/><br/>With her in only her underwear and him still in his pants, the temptation of having their bare bodies press and rub was undeniable. Happy to let him explore her collarbones with his mouth, Navia slid her arms around Théadan’s neck to hold him close but also give them the pleasure of her bare breasts rubbing against his chest, the soft hairs peppering his torso tickling her. “I don’t want to think about how cruel those men were,” she admitted softly, lips brushing over the curve of his ear while her hips pressed closer to his, rolling slightly to rub against him, “I want to think about how wrong they all are and how perfect we are together.” Navia paused in her words to bit down on his earlobe lightly, tugging on it before admitting throatily in his ear, “I want to make sure you know you’re mine and no one can ever say otherwise.”<br/><br/>To punctuate her words, Navia pushed her hands between them, capturing Théadan’s face in her hands to gently pull him away from her so her mouth could cover his for an additional deep kiss, her lips unrelentingly hot against his to try to soak up as much of his warmth and taste as she could. Then it was all over, the contact of their lips broken when her hands released his face to give him another shove, forcing him to lay back on the bed while she remained sitting up for the time being. Eyes filled with all the lust she had for her lover, Navia regarded Théadan laid back on the bed for a beat while her hands reached between then to begin untying his pants. He was so perfect to her like that, laid back with all his muscled, scarred flesh on display and his hair a bit messy from her hands and removing his shirt so hurriedly.<br/><br/>“They probably thought everything they were saying would drive a wedge between us,” Navia said lowly, thinking of the men who had confronted them earlier while she worked at opening Théadan’s pants enough to gently remove his member, not caring if he kept his pants on. Once he was exposed to her, she gently grasped him to begin slowly pushing her hand down his length, then back up to work him toward a full erection. “They probably thought we’d retreat to wallow in sadness that people did not approve of us,” she leaned over him as she said it, dark hair swinging over her shoulders to curtain her face, “How wrong they were.” She stole a brief kiss from him, her hand sliding to cup the back of his head while her forearm braced against the bed so she could lower down to him more. After a small adjustment for their height differences, her breasts were close enough to his lips that she used her hand to urge him closer. “Use your mouth,” Navia demanded huskily, her thumb on her other hand pausing to swirl over the tip of his member to convince him to give her what she wanted.