It was sweet to hear Théadan say they had a lifetime to share stories and so very exciting. It was all she wanted, to have him by her side as they went through the rest of their lives. For the time being, it was even more thrilling to hear Théadan wanted to help her warm up. She hadn’t really wanted to get up; she was charmed by the small grotto and the privacy it gave them. There was also the fact they had stirred each other up some before agreeing to sit down together for a massage, so those residual desires would be far too easy to return to if they wanted. It was also amusing to see how Théadan would decide to warm her up and Navia watched him pretend to try to decide. But even as he said it, even as he pretended he did not know exactly what to do, Théadan was running a hand along her side and slowly pushing closer so their lips nearly brushed. Eyes focused on his, lips parting to welcome his, Navia was fully prepared to welcome him into a kiss that was sure to warm her right up.<br/><br/>Their lips did not meet however, instead his brushed against her cheek and moved on to skim her ear. Navia released a stuttered breath as he whispered to her, his body closing the space between them and allowing his firm chest to press up against her breasts. He said all he had to offer for warmth was his body, lips, and love, but Navia was hard-pressed to think of anything she’d rather have him use to warm her up. And he readily gave her the warmth of his body, their chests and abdomens rubbing and their legs brushing, but the whisper in her ear of how she needed to ask if she wanted more had Navia craving it all from him. Despite the chill that had started to creep over her body, and how it continued to slowly trail down her spine, she did not want to move from that spot at all. In fact the hands she had allowed to drift along his back without much purpose other than to touch tightened their grip and she tried to guide him in even more.<br/><br/>All so familiar, yet all so rousing anyway. She had desired him before the massage she’d given him, the water and the seclusion was too tempting to not feel those inklings of need start to creep in, but Navia had been happy to set it aside to give Théadan what he requested. Only he now appeared intent on coaxing those desires from the edges of her mind, and Navia was all too happy to comply. The place they were in was just too tempting, too perfect for them to ignore. Her pulse quickening, breath shallowing, she allowed her hands to drift again, moving to trail along his sides slowly. “That’s definitely a start,” she murmured back to him, liking how his larger frame seemingly surrounded her with him. It was safe and comforting, she'd always liked how different Théadan's size was to her own, but it was also forced her to give him her full attention, not that she would have it any other way.<br/><br/>She was greedy when it came to Théadan though, and Navia feigned a shiver, her lips searching for his by slowly pressing kisses along his jaw, “But your body is not enough…You know how I feel about the cold.” She stopped before reaching his lips however, instead pulling back fractionally so her dark eyes could coyly look into his emerald ones, “Will you use your lips too?” Her gaze dropped to study them and Navia resisted the urge to take a taste, instead smiling to herself as she thought of all the ways he could use them. It was supposed to be him warming her after all, not the other way around. She waited to see if he would give her what she wanted though, their noses brushing with their breathing as she adjusted to try to sit at the edge of her seat, wanting to draw their hips closer to each other. “And could I have your love as well?” Then she paused, one of her hands wandering Théadan’s sides to dip beneath the water and slowly skim down his abdomen. “How will you use them to warm me?” Navia asked innocently, eyes curious as her hand slowly stroked low on his abdomen, but moved down no further.