With the towel discarded, and both of them cleaned up, Navia was agreeing to his desire to just rest and cuddle now, her hands cupping his cheeks so she could draw him into another soft lingering kiss. It didn't need the heat behind it that they usually had in the throes of their passion, this was sweeter, more affectionate. She agreed with Théadan their relationship had felt taboo in the beginning, for Théadan that feeling had lingered right until they had left Nygaard far behind, and they had decided to be more open about their relationship, refusing to hide it from the public eye anymore, regardless of the consequences. Navia was right that it had contributed to their excitement of being together, but the excitement still remained, and Théadan was far happier now that he was no longer hiding his love for her. He no longer felt like he was trying to live a lie, or hide from who he was.<br/><br/>Navia had laid herself with her back to him, inviting him to press himself close and cuddle close to her body, Théadan did exactly that, his thighs pressed just below hers, his chest close to her back, his softened member warm against her rear, and his lips at her neck. Théadan could breathe in his lovers scent with a contented groan as he listened to her point towards that first night after the Beast had attacked when she had noticed their differences, and how she had enjoyed it ever since. Théadan was not so sure when he first noticed those differences, he could recall seeing the stark contrast in their skin that first time they had made love, and what a treasured memory that was. She thought their different skin tones were beautiful paired together, and that Théadan had to agree with, showing it with a kiss to the nape of her neck. She continued to question if he thought they were really that different or whether it was just physical. He listened with a small smile on his face as Navia pointed towards all of their similarities, particularly when she mentioned similar morals.<br/><br/>The mention of their similar sense of humour had him grinning too, his had been some what stifled around his family, but in Navia's presence it was liberated to do as it pleased. His arms wrapped around her waist when she snuggled closer for his warmth, before she pointed out they despite having a big bed for the first time in about a month, they were still taking up as much space as they did in the bed on the Uttarana, her added wry comment had him laughing behind her. "It's not when sleeping that we make use of all this added bed space." He pointed out as his lips moved to press against the ball of her shoulder. But he quickly turned his thoughts back towards Navia's question. "We do have our differences, but I was thinking more physically than anything." Théadan admitted, but with a little added thought, he continued, "If I had to point out any differences we have, it would just be little things, like you being a bit more impulsive than me." He had his moments of impulsiveness too, but Navia's seemed to be more common and part of the fun of being with her. "You can also be quite stubborn at times too, though I suppose an element of that attracted me to you." The memory of the little hatch opening in the forest, and Navia appearing from it came to mind. "I still remember that look you gave me when we first met."<br/><br/>Thoughts of that night came to mind, how he had waited, he had felt apprehension, fear the Beast would not do as he was told, or find her first, and the weight of the lives of his soldiers on him, how desperate he had been to find a '<i>prize</i>' worthy of a prince of Mes'Mo'Tan. He had gotten far more than he had ever expected. "There I was atop of Wyndagar, every bit a powerful Mes'Mo'Tan warrior with my mask and all, fully expecting a Khluri noble to pop out and cower at the sight of me, instead I saw your ire, your defiance, and how you can not stand for injustice." He smiled and nipped at her shoulder remembering those initial feelings that had run through him, surprise, intrigue, but also a sense of reassurance that the woman before him was strong, and would not show fear before him or any other. "I liked you immediately."<br/><br/>Théadan let out a small sigh as he let his fingers draw figures of eight over her belly, his lips pressing more kisses along her neckline as he decided something. "We need a mirror for our home, a big one, so we can make love in front of it." He stated as though there could be no choice in the matter. The idea of laying there together and being able to watch themselves in the mirror was something he had thought about a couple of times when laying in bed just like they were now. "I want to see how we look together when our bodies are one, are limbs intertwined, chests pressed to each other, and mouths fused together." It really would be a beautiful sight, Théadan was sure of it.