No answer came to her questions at first, leaving Navia to look up at Théadan questioningly. He did not normally ignore her questions unless she was needling him, but she quickly figured out why he was not responding to her. His gaze was on her hand and his own was lifting to brush across her lips with an expression she couldn’t quite place until he spoke. His warning sent a slight shiver down her spine and if they had not just finished climaxing, she would have been sorely tempted to see what Théadan would come up with if she kept going. Still, the indication there could be game out what she had considered an innocent, curious action sparked mischief in her dark eyes until Théadan began stroking his fingers across her abdomen. Curious to see what he was doing and why his emerald eyes were so intent on her body, Navia propped herself up on her elbows and looked down as well.<br/><br/>His fingertips were swirling their releases together. It sent a burst of heat through her that had Navia biting down on her bottom lip lightly and her knees shifting restlessly. Such a simple action, yet mutedly erotic. She was tempted to reach out to Théadan, to drag him down for a kiss to quell the embers of lust he was unknowingly stoking within her. His words stopped her however, and Navia’s gaze lifted to watch the way he looked down at her body while he spoke. It was nice to hear he enjoyed something about them that she also considered one of her favorite things about them. And hearing him point out how lost in each other they were was also wonderful to hear, though Navia had to wonder how different they really were. In appearance, yes. They were nearly polar opposites in appearances, but otherwise? While Théadan turned to retrieve the towel and show he had heard her despite never acknowledging her question, Navia reached out and touched the mixture he had created on her skin while considering his words.<br/><br/>He cleaned himself up first, and she was unabashed in watching him do so, finding it also stirred up her desire for him. But then he was returning his attention to her and Navia smiled up at her lover when he leaned over her and took her hand. He cleaned it up well, then slid his fingers between hers, creating an eye-catching immersion of dark and light. More words she agreed with tumbled from his tongue, but Navia was so enraptured with watching him clean away the results of their lovemaking to speak. It did not take long though, and Théadan was soon tossing the towel off the bed to cuddle up to her, drawing a pleased hum from her. “I think I can accommodate that,” she whispered to him in response to his current desires, her hands rising up to take his face in her hands. She guided him down for an affectionate kiss and let it linger a beat before she pressed another one to his lips.<br/><br/>“You’re right that it felt taboo in the beginning,” Navia said to return to their conversation. She paused to turn around and put her back to him so they could lay curled up together like she knew Théadan enjoyed, his chest to her back and his thighs pushed up against the backs of hers. Wanting his arm around her, she reached around for his hand and thread her fingers around his again before pulling their joined hands across her body to rest near her face. “I’d say that probably contributed to the excitement of being together, but I still feel excited when I'm around you,” Navia went on, “I noticed how different we are that first night when you were cleaning the wound the Beast gave me and I've enjoyed it ever since.” She'd been so touched that he would treat her so gently then after only knowing her a few hours. And because of that, how unable she had been to withhold her name from him any longer after that point. “I see contrast the most when our hands are either intertwined like this or when we’re moving them over each other and I always love it. It’s beautiful.” It boggled her mind that anyone could think otherwise.<br/><br/>“But do you really think we’re that different, or are you just thinking of our physical differences?” Navia asked quietly, her eyes focusing on their joined hands. The firelight was mostly blocked by their bodies, but she could still see how their hands differed. “I’d argue we have a lot of similarities despite how different we look from each other. We both enjoy riding, we like to read and bathe together, we have very similar morals.” And despite all the strife in their past, they got along so well they’d only had a few arguments. Even then, Navia could only think of two arguments that had kept them from each other for more than a couple days. “And we also have similar senses of humor,” Navia chuckled, snuggling back against him more so she could enjoy the warmth and security Théadan gave her, “Like I’m sure you can appreciate how we have this nice big bed to enjoy, but are probably taking up the same amount of space as we do in our bed on the<i>Uttarana</i>. Hopeless, indeed.”