Théadan pulled her closer, but surprised her by teasing her for leaving out the part in their recalled memory together where she had been the cause of the sneezing fit he’d had. It made her laugh, but it also reminded her of how perfect it had been to lie there while he recovered, giggling madly while he rested on her chest to recover. It had been the closest they’d been to each other in weeks and even though they had begun dragging each other lustfully only moments later, that minute or so where they’d been lying together after being so silly for the first time in weeks had been precious to Navia. Hearing Théadan speak of how he’d wanted their relationship to go back to how it had been was nice; they had not spoken much of those hard weeks after leaving Nygaard, so knowing Théadan had been wanting their relationship to go back to how it had been was warming.<br/><br/>He spoke of trusting her, an intimacy she knew was of paramount importance to them both. With Théadan entering and cementing himself in her life, Navia had learned to trust someone more than ever before. And not just to keep her from harm, though he always treated her with the utmost care, even when gently laying her back in a soft pile of hay. As Théadan joined her on their makeshift bed for the evening, his larger body pressing down on hers and causing them to lower further into the hay, Navia knew that trust surpassed the understanding they would do whatever was in their power to keep each other from harm or suffering. They trusted each other with their hearts, their love, he even trusted her to keep secrets from her and Navia knew she could do that as well.<br/><br/>Théadan was reaching down to the hem of her dress while he spoke, distracting her a little as he loomed over her. The storm still raged outside, the barn cooling with the air gusting through the window Théadan had opened, yet all Navia felt was warmth, safety, and a complete focus on her lover’s hard body snug against her softer, curvier one. He told her nothing and no one could come between them and Navia knew how true that was; she could feel the certainty even in his kiss. It was sweet to hear nonetheless and Navia was moved by it, her arms sliding up to wrap tightly around his neck to pull him in more while they kissed, wanting him to feel how touched she was by his quiet words for her. It always felt so right to have their lips moving together, to have him near while Théadan enjoyed whatever delights her body could bring him.<br/><br/>“All that I am belongs to you as well,” she answered him thickly after another small kiss, needing him to know she felt just as strongly for him. They knew it in their souls, were speaking it, and Navia wanted them to express it as well. After using her arms to guide him down for another kiss, one Navia took her time to slowly deepen until their tongues were curling around each other, her hands lowered between them to take hold of Théadan’s shirt. Fingertips lightly trailing over the skin she exposed, Navia began pushing the shirt upward, wanting to expose all of Théadan’s wonderfully warm, athletic, scarred body for her to enjoy. After allowing the kiss to taper to an end, Navia leaned back to pull the shirt over Théadan’s head, waiting for him to help with his arms before throwing the shirt off to the side to be forgotten.<br/><br/>“In you, I’ve found more than I could have ever dreamt of having,” Navia whispered, knowing Théadan was giving her all the sweet words she’d requested and wanting him to have the same. The only problem was her emotions were still convoluted and she felt herself tearing up again as she let her hands begin softly roaming his chest, indulging in how wonderful it was to touch him. “I’ve found my truest friend and you fill my heart,” Navia whispered as she gazed up at Théadan with all the love she felt for him, only for her voice to break with the surge of affection she felt for him, tears pricking her eyes, “It’s like my soul has found a home with yours, like we’ve been intertwined in a way no one else could understand.” Navia felt a couple of those tears slide down her cheeks and she paused to chuckle and wipe at them, knowing her emotions were getting the best of her again before her voice a little pitchy, “You are the love of my life, Théadan.”