Navia unsurprisingly was happy to remain as they were for a bit longer, they both enjoyed the moments after where they could just linger and remain connected for a while, enjoying the feel of their bodies united as one. Her lips brushed against his as she agreed the longer they remained like this the better, making Théadan grin down at her. The groan escaping her did make his brow furrow though, a little concerned he may have been overeager in the way he made love to her. They were continuing their journey tomorrow, it wouldn't do if she was too sore to ride Wyndagar. They laid still to recuperate however, basking in the feel of it for a moment longer.<br/><br/>It was a minute or two before Théadan heard Navia's voice pipe up again. Just the tone of her voice from how she phrased 'you know' was enough for him to know she was up to some sort of mischief, drawing his attention once more. She was taking issue with how he laid blame at her feet for them having ended up on the floor it seemed, believing he had simply let her escape his clutches on the bed. A slow roll of her hips beneath him added to her point as she seemed to show she remained very much trapped beneath him. There was an evil expression on her face that had Théadan bracing for something she was about to do, and it came with her decision he had fallen out of practice and needed some help. With Théadan's arms still touching Navia's warm skin, he could do nothing to prevent her from suddenly taking the corners of the blanket and throwing it over his face, much as he had done to her.<br/><br/>Théadan laughed as he felt his lover squirm beneath him. She wasn't putting up as much effort to escape his clutches as she had before, maybe because she was too tired to, or because she didn't really want to escape his hold just yet. Either way it had Théadan pressing his weight further down on her to make sure she really didn't escape his clutches, while his hands rose to try and find an end to the blanket. It took a couple of tugs, but eventually he was yanking it from over his head, making a mess of his hair in the process, and looking down at his lover with vengeful eyes.  "There's more than one way to subdue a struggling captive." Théadan informed her. Pinning her arms to the side would be obvious and easy, but Théadan had a much more enjoyable way to get Navia to stop. With his weight heavy atop her, he leaned down to press his lips to her ear and whisper, "With some you have to be creative." Then began to roll his hips, dragging them back slightly, only to fill her again with his softening member. Oh it was sore, and thoroughly spent, but he knew it would be no different for Navia too, all he had to do was keep the movements going long enough to make her settle down.<br/><br/>"Perhaps you just escaped my clutches because you're so much smaller and nimbler than me?" He put out there as a possible alternative to her explanations, only bringing his rolling hips to a stop once Navia ceased her struggles. "And with those times I trained you, it must have given you some knowledge of my techniques." He had known her to use things she had learned about him and put it into action during some of their games. Though Navia seemed to have a natural aptitude for being deft of hand. She could occasionally be clumsy, but when she wanted, and when she concentrated, she could be very precise and swift with her movements. "There's no one on this earth with a more<i>intimate</i>knowledge of me." He paired it with a kiss just to be sweet with her, offering a smile before leaning back so she could have some room to breath without his weight atop her.<br/><br/>"I think it's time I carried you back to bed however." Théadan was regretful to do so, but supposed it was one of the downsides of having fallen to their lusts right there on the floor rather than in bed where they could have lazily remained together until sleep took them. "I fear we linger here much longer we'll end up in a recurring cycle of us making love, coming to rest, and then teasing each other until we made love again." They had done it a number of times before, and despite their soreness, he did not put it passed them. He shuffled back a little so he could begin to remove himself from Navia's core, watching as his seed spilled out just a moment later. "And then we'd never make it to Mandira." Théadan took the corners of the blankets and wiped his lover clean of all their releases, then was sure to do the same for himself, before taking to a knee, and gathering her up in his arms, one under her knees, the other behind her back as he lifted her up to carry Navia to their bed.