She hadn’t been certain how he would react to her giving him permission to touching her. Would his patience finally get the best of him and cause him to be greedy? Or would he take his time, perhaps even refusing to touch her at first? That was the fun of being with Théadan; she always knew she could get a reaction from him in some way, she just wasn’t sure what it would be. What she did know was how much she loved hearing him humored by her teasings and calling her his love. She grinned down at him as he sat up a bit to be closer to her, her eyes only leaving his face to watch a solitary finger trail down her body in his own teasing way. “Not with you, I can’t,” Navia admitted quietly when he pointed out she probably couldn’t help herself from being mischievous, and happily would have asked if he would have it any other way, but Théadan was putting distance between them by laying back again.<br/><br/>She attempted to wait patiently, knowing eventually the space between them would be gone. Eventually all her efforts to seduce him would be rewarded and she would have the pleasure of his hands on her again. Sure enough, Théadan’s touch started at her knees and thighs while he spoke to her and a little shiver of anticipation raced through her. His movements were slow, hands gentle, until he was suddenly pitching her forward. The immediate loss of balance startled a gasp out of her, Navia rapidly found herself chest to chest with her lover and blinking down at him. The surprise gave way to amusement however; Navia was pleased to see the grin on Théadan’s face, the game was still on. She started to lean up so she could address his abrupt treatment of her, but his lips found hers for a hungry kiss Navia could not resist.<br/><br/>She melted down on him with a low, pleased moan. Everything about what he had done was just so exciting for her. It was exactly what she had been craving for weeks, their bodies hot and pressed together, his chest hair teasing her sensitive breasts, his calloused hands grazing her soft flesh. They shared a profound connection, but it always felt more vibrant when they shared their bodies. It was made all the better by the slick layer of oil covering Théadan’s chest and abdomen this time, causing their bodies to slide suggestively even with the slightest move between them. The best of it was the sensation of having the hot, hardened erection caught up between them though, pressing against her abdomen and reminding her it was all for her. It was what had Navia's hands moving to gently frame his face, tilting Théadan up just a bit so she could eagerly deepen their kiss as the scruff of his beard tickled her fingers, her tongue seeking his out so she could wallow in his taste.<br/><br/>Eventually they had to breathe though, and Navia pulled back with a stuttered breath for air, but she could not go far. Their noses brushing, she gazed down at him with all the lust she’d been building for him apparent in her dark eyes. “It is your turn,” she murmured to him, her legs adjusting to widen slightly so his member could fit up against the slickening entrance of her core and send a small quiver of desire down her spine. She was curious to see what he wanted from her, what he wanted touch or taste, how long he would make her wait before they could be as one again. She could feel the need for him pooling within her however; she knew she had to have him before long. “But you can’t take as long….I mean, I don’t think I can be as patient as you have been,” she had to chuckle over the hypocrisy of it, but it usually worked out that way. They both knew he was more patient, so before Théadan could tease her for it, Navia leaned down for another hungry kiss, her mouth guiding his into another passionate meeting of the tongues.