A quick glance in the direction of Théadan’s dinner was at first Navia’s only reaction to the fact she’d interrupted the end of his meal, but he was also grinning at her and leaving her to guess he did not really mind. She would make up for it soon enough anyway; it was better if he was not completely full from their meal. Navia remained in her place, taking another sip of the water while she watched Théadan try to work out what she had planned. He knew she was up to something, had correctly guessed she’d been working toward the moment upon them since first pointing out they could eat out on the balcony. Yet he still did not quite have an idea what she wanted to do, which was lucky in her mind. He was quick and smart and his hands were close to pulling her robe open, but he only toyed with the ties.<br/><br/>A pleased laugh left her when Théadan decided he’d fallen into a trap and Navia allowed her body to sink down onto his a bit more, bringing their faces closer as their hips and abdomens pressed. She grinned down at him, amused he knew he would be exhausted and how he did not seem at all worried about it happening. “I consider it my duty to ensure you sleep well at night,” she answered with a chuckle, her hands gently cupping his neck, then pushing up into his beard so she could enjoy how the scruff felt between her fingertips. Her dark eyes were warm on his while she relaxed against him more, allowing their faces to come closer and her forearms to rest on his chest, “What better way than to see to it that you are exhausted and able to fall into a deep sleep?”<br/><br/>Navia did not take the time to allow Théadan to answer. Coming in close to him meant she caught his scent, was drawn in more by his pretty gaze, and could not resist the close proximity of his lips. She was happy to let that bit of tension build some before she smiled at him and leaned in to let their lips brush. “Did you see all the stars?” She asked softly as their lips skimmed, “There was a night we shared, it seems like so long ago, where the wind howled and the snow overwhelmed the land, but we were wrapped up in each other without a care for the rest of the world. You agreed to make love to me under the sun, but I had to find you a certain fruit…” They had mentioned that night earlier in the day, but she liked thinking of how the blizzard had led them back into each other’s arms after an argument. Navia paused to lead Théadan into a slow kiss, her mouth moving lazily against his own as she slowly deepened it. Eventually her tongue was seeking his out while one of her hands slipped away from Théadan’s face. Unwilling to break the kiss, Navia felt her way up the balcony wall the chaise sat beside until her hand found the bowl she’d set on the wide handrail. She removed the basket on top and brought the bowl down to rest on the chaise where she had been sitting before.<br/><br/>When Navia pulled back from the kiss, she did so slowly, then brushed her lips across Théadan’s a couple times. Her hand rose up between them, bringing along a bite-size piece of juicy golden fruit that Navia held just before Théadan’s lips until he opened his mouth for her. “You wanted me to make love to you under the stars and feed this to you,” Navia went on, voice remaining low and seductive, her dark eyes pinned on his face to see his reaction. A bit of the juice from the pineapple piece remained on her fingertips after feeding it to him, so Navia brought them up to her mouth and licked the juice off. “Mm,” she smiled, enjoying the sweetness, “But I was supposed to do one more thing to complete that little fantasy for you.” Her hands moved to untie the belt of Théadan’s robe slowly, her near-black eyes intent on him while she worked. She pushed the robe open, exposing his chest and running her hands down the length before she looked back up at him with a small smile. Navia reached for another piece of the pineapple and brought it up to Théadan’s lips in offering. “I believe you also wanted me to wear something revealing,” she finished, before glancing down at the ties of her own robe and asking innocently, “Does this robe suit your wishes?”