So many buttons for the dress, as much as Théadan enjoyed assisting Navia out of some of the dresses she wore, other times it was more enjoyable to watch. It felt less greedy and less rushed. The days when they simply pushed underwear aside to feel a connection, was the days when their need was its more urgent. When the underwear could go, but the rest of the clothes remained, it usually meant they had toyed each other into giving into their lusts, dragging each other into a quiet corner where they hoped not to be caught. Today they were taking it slow though, and as such Navia offered a long languid kiss, that could satisfy the desire to have each others tastes on their lips, her hands framing his face in the manner she always did when the rest of the world no longer mattered to them. It was only then, when the kiss broke, did she lean back just enough to give herself a little room to begin undoing the buttons on her dress.<br/><br/>Théadan was happy to watch. Her eyes glanced briefly at him as she worked each button, but his watched her dexterous fingers, the very ones which had pilfered so many things from him when he had been looking, the ones that brought him such pleasure, as they opened up her dress button by button. Slowly more of Navia's bronze skin would be revealed for his waiting eyes, until there was a deep V in her dress running down to her navel. Navia ran her fingers down her exposed skin in a tempting manner that had him biting his bottom lip with a hunger for her. Théadan had not considered that this could be one of the last times, if not the last time he saw her in a dress like this, before the climate became warm enough for her to return to the more traditional dress of the Khluri. She coupled this thought with a roll of her shoulder to expose her shoulders, but caught the dress with a hand to prevent exposing any more of herself than the curve of the top of her breast.<br/><br/>Navia asked how he felt about not seeing her in these sorts of dresses anymore, it was then he realised his eyes had probably lingered a little too long on the desirable curve of her breast. His gaze rose to meet hers, and he answered honestly. "That it's a pity." Théadan could always take pleasure in the clothes Navia wore, she knew what suited her, and what would catch his eye, and they had both had fun learning their preferences. Perhaps when they made found themselves a home, one which had a winter, then she might have to wear those clothes again, and they could both take pleasure in seeing her in such a variety of clothing. "These dresses have suited you, but then I have enjoyed admiring you in all the clothes you've worn since we met." That was sure to be an upside. Navia was beautiful in his eyes no matter what she wore, but there would certainly be a thrill in seeing her in something new.<br/><br/>His hand gave her thigh another squeeze as he continued the gentle caress he had been doing, tempted to take thing a little further. "Seeing you return to the Khluri style of dress you're more used to will be quite a sight." Théadan admitted, wondering how she might look. She had quickly learned he had a fetish for seeing her in a corset, and there was little doubt in Théadan's mind, that a country that had such a deep appreciation for beauty, would surely have styles of clothing intended to show off the beauty of their women. That day would be a nice surprise, he was certain. A grin spread across his features as he pressed a playful kiss to her nose. "Until then, I suppose I should show some proper appreciation to this dress, and how well it compliments you." He needed to shift a little, and place a hand to her back to help support her as he moved to lean her back on to the bed so he could hover over her, and indulge his lips by pressing them into the parting of her dress and against the exposed flesh of her navel. The fabric tickled at his cheeks, but Théadan paid it little mind as his lips worked their way up her skin along the navel, to her chest and between her breasts. He peppered her skin with kisses as he moved ever upwards, towards chin and lips. His fingers took on a similar role, not content with the idle caress of her thigh, they too moved up to toy with her underwear, tempted to move it aside, but he decided it was not yet time. Instead his fingers brushed back and forth along the fabric, letting it be the only thing between his fingers and the folds of her labia.