No words came from Théadan at first to respond to the questions she had for him. Navia much preferred what he chose to be his alternative anyhow, his lips pressing down on hers. Navia released a small whimper of delight, happy to know he had not been able to resist the suggestive little ways she had moved her lips fleetingly across his or how her body was snug and molding around his own. The kiss was hungry, one that Navia was happy to throw herself into, and her arms tightened around his neck to keep him near so he could have as full of a taste of her as he wanted. Théadan’s hold on her adjusted to not only hold her close, but keep her from going far when the kiss inevitably came to an end. Navia did not resist in the least; she wanted to be as near as possible so their mouths could fuse and their bodies could heat with excitement.<br/><br/>The kiss ended with Théadan so temptingly skimming his thumb over her lips while he stared down at her with hunger his eyes and his voice thick when he spoke to her. She was tempted to tell him to hush, to simply kiss her and forget about all teasing and games they had been playing. She nearly couldn’t stand the anticipation with the way Théadan looked down at her, but he reminded her of one of the promises he had made to her and a smile formed on her dark lips. He was making good on that debt, and she was beyond grateful for it. She could remember when he had revealed such a plan to her and how surprised she had been that he would give up so much so she could be home with her family again and how they had ended up temporarily wrapped up in each other the way they were then.<br/><br/>Théadan had one of the debts she’d been thinking of right however. She had not been thinking of him returning her to Khlurios as one, but as far as she was concerned, he had more than achieved the promise he would have her up against a wall. “Oh no, you did,” she assured him with a husky chuckle, thinking back on how he had surprised her by following her up to their room and saying nothing, only to sweep them up in a fervid kiss that had seduced her on the spot. They’d barely managed to get the door open and through before they had been dragging at each other’s clothing. She always loved moments like that with Théadan, the ones where it seemed like nothing else mattered in the world except getting their hands on each other’s bare skin. He guessed the debts she had been thinking of however, though he did word them as one when she had been considering them as separate occasions.<br/><br/>Navia’s lips parted so she could explain herself, but all that did was allow her gasp of surprise to leave her faster when his hand clapped against the curve of her rear. She was already looking up at him, having been spending her time enamored with the expressions in his green eyes, and her eyes widened with the surprise from the slap. It was rapidly replaced by humor and Navia laughed, nodding as she tightened her arms around his neck to guide his lips down for a peck of a kiss. “I deserved that,” she chuckled, pecking her lips to his again, “But shouldn’t you be doing that twice, since that’s how many touches I got on you before you caught me?” She was still proud she’d managed to get that slap and grab in, still more than pleased she had been swift and quiet enough to do so when Théadan was so well trained at defense.<br/><br/>She knew he would have something smart to say in response though, so instead of listening for it, she pushed up again for another hot kiss that allowed their lips to merge and rub in the most pleasing of ways. It was rapidly growing to not be enough however, they were teetering on the edge of self-control and Navia wanted nothing more than to leap into losing it with him. Aware it was her job to drag him to the floor, Navia kept one arm tight around Théadan’s neck as the other pushed into the thick hair at his nape. Her fingers curled amongst his locks, wanting another way to have her hands on him, while she adjusted her weight and used it to guide him into sliding down the crates. Breaking their kiss was not yet an option so she could tell him, but Navia knew Théadan would understand.<br/><br/>It was not until he was sat on the floor of the ship with her straddling him that Navia allowed their lips to part, and even then she did not go far. She sat up a bit to adjust her legs on either side him, her face rising above his as her breasts dragged up his chest and pressed. Her eyes did not leave his, dark and wanting as the hand in his hair tugged gently and tilted his head back. With a hint of a smirk on his lips, Navia looked down at her lover. “We’ll have to be quiet,” she whispered, allowing her other hand to slide across his skin to gently cup his neck as she dipped down to begin to pressing kisses along his jaw before lowering to the strong curve of his neck, “Wyndagar isn’t too far away and I’d hate for<i>my </i>horse to think I’m in danger…” She added a small bite to his neck with her provoking words, along with a evil little chuckle.