A short shriek of surprise left Navia when Théadan chose to stop the fun she was having dumping water on him by spraying water in her face. He was laughing over it and she was soon following suit, her hands moving to wipe the water from her face so she could look over at him. He said nothing of the way she’d been throwing water on her, opting to point out he had no ink with him, so writing in the journal would have to wait. That brought a slight pout to her expression, but she merely nodded while lowering to sit back on her heels, her hands resting on her thighs. He also vetoed them retiring to the bed for the evening, choosing relaxing in the bath a while longer as a better alternative. Navia was happy to do whatever Théadan wanted, especially if it meant he would be complimenting her, and merely nodded as he leaned in the water, his body engulfed by the pleasantly warm liquid.<br/><br/>Navia watched the way his body moved beneath the water’s surface, the ripples distorting the way his body looked. It was interesting and Navia tilted her head to the side slightly while she studied the different appearance of his body until Théadan spoke next of how he wanted to explain why she was so enticing to him. He started with her height and how he enjoyed looking down into her dark eyes, drawing a smile to her lips while she listened. He pointed out how their difference in height affected her when she wanted to kiss him and that he liked it made her smile widen into a grin. She was tempted to lean down for a kiss after hearing him speak so warmly of her, but Théadan halted any thought of doing so by reaching for one of the hands laid on her thighs. In lieu of another kiss, Navia watched closely as Théadan expressed his proclivity for her fingers.<br/><br/>“I also like our difference in height,” Navia told Théadan, her voice low while her gaze remained steady on his, “I enjoy having to rise up to your height and how my body presses up against yours, but also being able to do just that. I like that you’re taller, but don’t tower over me.” She liked being able to reach up for him anytime she felt like she needed a kiss, but still feeling small and feminine when he backed her into a corner or loomed over her when she was teasing him. She had thought of such a comparison with her husband before, but with Théadan having mentioned his height compared to hers, Navia could not help but think of how much larger Devam had been than her and how she had always felt dwarfed by him. The difference in height she had with Théadan was far more manageable and natural. She felt like their bodies complemented each other in that regard.<br/><br/>“And I love your hands too,” Navia admitted with a smile, shifting their hands so her fingers could flat out against every one of his and their palms could meet between them. They were so different in size, color, texture, yet Navia always took pleasure in seeing their hands intertwined. “I like the size of them,” she went on, studying how his fingers and palm were longer and wider than hers, “And how they always seem to know exactly what to do to bring me pleasure. I also love the way they look with mine. I would paint them together if I could.” There were stories in those hands as well, the scars telling a particularly heartbreaking one, and Navia knew Théadan’s hands would serve forever as a reminder that their love was precious and never to be taken for granted, for so many sacrifices had been made to keep it between them. “I love how sweet and light your touch can be, Théadan. It’s so adoring; you always make me feel like you treasure me above all else when your hands are on me.”<br/><br/>Allowing their hands to lower and rest on his abdomen together until Théadan decided to break their hold on each other, Navia’s near-black eyes drifted from studying their intertwined fingers to Théadan’s face. “Anything else?” She asked quietly, curious to see if there were more parts of her that came to his mind when thinking of how she enticed him. She could think of a few more of his features that called to her, but she waited, wanting to see what he thought first before sharing her own.