As they so often demonstrated, the peak of their climaxes did not stop them from continuing to try to heighten the delight of sharing their bodies. Théadan’s fingers did not stop from stimulating her quivering core, nor did her own from working his seed out of him. It wasn’t until Navia could tell Théadan’s orgasm was beginning to wane that she slowed her actions and her hands eventually drifted from their hold on him. Through it all, they had somehow managed to keep their lips pressed together, but even that eventually broke when Théadan pulled back. The only sounds that came from them then were the heavy pants from their exertions. Tremors still left her body at random and Navia could feel sweat beading at her brow, but she was so blissfully content that she let her head drop to rest on the bed with a satisfied sigh.<br/><br/>She could have dozed, she was comfortable enough with how warm and tangled up with Théadan she was, but he was pointing out the mess they had made and sounded amused by it. She loved how he sounded in just about any situation, but a relaxed, humorous Théadan was her favorite. Dark eyes fluttering back open, Navia regarded Théadan with a sleepy smile before she thought of how she had gone out of her way to keep their bed clean for them, only to realize she had been instrumental in messing it up. “You look more than pleased that we did,” she pointed out with a chuckle of her own, shifting to roll her shoulders back so her back rested against the bed. With her legs still crossed with his, she couldn't roll completely onto her back, but Navia didn’t mind at all. She liked it.<br/><br/>“Mmmm….” Navia purred serenely, far too satisfied to do much more than push at a few strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes with her clean hand before letting it rest limply on the bed. “I know I am,” she went on, looking over at Théadan with a sly smile, “I’d say we should have waited to take that bath, but the bath did this to us.” And now they were messy all over again with a tub that would not easily be refilled. Nor could they be trusted to bathe again, in Navia’s eyes. They’d likely get all riled up again. Where did the cycle stop? With another satiated sigh, Navia dragged the hand covered in his release across a spot on her abdomen not striped with semen, smearing it on her flesh so her hand could fall to rest on the bed and not dirty up the sheets even more.<br/><br/>“It’s not that bad anyway, is it?” Navia asked next in hopes they could just go to bed before carefully pulling her legs free of Théadan’s so she could turn her hips and prop herself up on her elbows. It was then she could see the answer to her own question. Her abdomen and hips were blotched with the stark white of his release, but she could also see the glimmer of her own on her lower lips. “Oh…Well, my towel should be behind you on the floor, right?” Her gaze remained on her body as she shifted her weight onto one elbow so she could drag a slender fingertip over one of the white streaks across her abdomen. After her eyes flickered back up to Théadan, she brought that fingertip up to her lips. “Can you reach it so we can clean up and head to bed?” Hoping he could, too lazy to want to sit up, Navia instead turned her focus on the gathered semen on her fingertip and she licked some off before pausing to ask, “Unless you had any other plans for us this evening?”