Touch soothing as his hand raked through her loose hair, voice just as quiet and tired as hers, Théadan nuzzled against her in the sweetest of ways. His affection toward her always brought a smile to her lips; he was just so considerate and gentle, a total opposite of what someone who knew of the brutal reputation of Mes’Mo’Tanians would expect of him. He held her close, keeping her from moving away from him, and Navia could not be bothered to try. She was too worn out, too out of breath. She even found herself hoping Théadan’s words meant he was only waiting long enough for strength to stand so he could help her to bed. She did have the strength to shake her head slightly at the warning for her not to move her hips. Navia honestly did not think she could without feeling sore for it.<br/><br/>What she ended up doing instead was fighting to keep her eyelids from meeting any longer than for a blink, but with how warm and comforting he was being, it was a losing battle. Eventually they drifted shut and Navia was quiet against her lover, exhaustion lulling her toward sleep. It was Théadan’s comment that they were hopeless that kept her from falling asleep on him and Navia glanced up at him, but did not move her head from his shoulder while he admitted she had worn him out. At least he was amused by it, the chuckle making her smile until Théadan placed all the blame on her shoulders. It made her groan and shake her head before snuggling closer to him, her face pressing into the warmth of his neck. “Mm-mm,” she shook her head to deny it all being her fault, “That’s not right at all.”<br/><br/>Had he forgotten he was the one who had closed the distance between them? The one who had told her he wanted more from her? “You told me you wanted me to show you how distracting I could be,” Navia pointed out, giving his neck a nip, “And you’re the one who refused to admit I had you so distracted that you nearly cursed in your pleasure, then goaded me into getting you to do just that.” She was tempted to rock her hips against his just to toy with him, but Navia could not. Instead she lifted her head so she could face her instigating lover. Her dark eyes scanned the planes of his face briefly, taking in how tired he appeared, the puffiness of his lips from all their harried kisses, and the dampness of his hair. They definitely needed to rest and that unfortunately meant leaving where they sat.<br/><br/>“Regardless of whose fault it was, I stand firm that the second time was your fault,” Navia told him while leaning back enough to pull the sleeves of her gown back up her shoulders. She worked to button her dress back up slowly, hiding away the breasts Théadan always gained so much pleasure from, “I never would have gone for twice in a row if you hadn’t gotten hard so fast after the first time.” She was impressed he had, but was also a bit mystified it’d even happened. Once before they had stayed connected and snuggled up to each other to talk and had eventually made love again after a lot of touching and slow grinding, but this had been different. They hadn’t even fully caught their breath before Théadan’s member had hardened within her. Sighing, not caring who shouldered the blame when they had both reaped the benefits, Navia pursed her lips together and planted her hands on Théadan’s sides. She wanted to go to bed, which meant withdrawing from him even though her vaginal walls were still tightly clamped around him.<br/><br/>So she went slow, her body protesting the shift and sore enough that she released a small shudder of breath and tightened her hand at his sides, her eyebrows knitting together in a small grimace. “Twice that fast is surprising, even for us,” she commented, saying nothing of the pain, hips rising long enough to withdraw him completely before settling again. Navia used a hand to gently guide the spent member to rest against her thigh, knowing Théadan was possibly just as sore as she. Withdrawing him was messy, they had nearly twice the fluids as usual, and Navia used the inside of her dress to clean them up as well as she could, hands delicate with their touch. “But it felt good,” she admitted softly once she had finished, moving to lean against Théadan once more and let her forehead tiredly press to his temple, “You always feel so good.”