The shock that passed over Navia's face at the surprise from having her rear slapped brought a bright grin to Théadan's face, especially when she laughed in good humour, fully accepting it as part of her comeuppance for having done it to him, and leading him on a long chase after her. She offered a pair of quick kisses before pointing out that he should really be doing it twice to her. One of Théadan's eyebrows raised quizzically, it almost sounded like she wanted him playfully slap her rear, but then Navia could just have been trying to equal things out between them. Them being equal in all things was a big part why their relationship worked so well after all, even with something small like the playful games they so loved to play. He would have pointed this out to her, but she was not going to give him a chance.<br/><br/>A heated merging of their lips followed, silencing any word that would have come from Théadan's lips as he murmured an approval, muffled by her mouth. Théadan closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side to better enjoy the taste of his lover filling his mouth, and to let her have all she desired of him. He was compliant beneath Navia's touch, trusting she wouldn't run away now that they were enjoying each others lips. Sure enough Navia showed her intentions to take things further, her arm still around his neck, a hand in his hair, Navia coaxed him into sliding down the crate, something he found himself doing slowly until he was sat on the floor of the deck, the crate at his back, and Navia sat on his lap. It was now Théadan's turn to have to lift his chin and gaze up at his lover, hovering over him, deciding her next move.<br/><br/>She adjusted herself a little, making herself a little more comfortable, but still keeping them closely bound together, her chest dragging up against his in an enticing manner that had his gaze briefly looking downwards, only for Navia to tug softly and so their eyes could meet once more. They needed to be quiet, but her lips still ran along his jawline and down to his neck, before she added in mischievous tones the reminder she still considered Wyndagar her horse, before giving him a playful bite. Théadan let out a snort immediately, the notion Wyndagar could be anyone elses horse but his was ridiculous to him. "Your horse..." He then recalled the night after Nygaard's celebration, after he had given Navia away, he had offered his horse to her. He could remember the shock in her eyes, the immediacy with which she rejected the idea, only for him to explain. Wyndagar would be hers until she was returned home. Then Navia could give him back, he wondered if Navia remembered that part. "I suppose he still is, at least until we get you home." He replied, raising his chin more to let Navia do as she pleased, his hands remaining at her waist to give his lover a small squeeze. "Then you're meant to give him back, remember?" He had to ask, just to see if she did remember. "You were quite insistent on it."<br/><br/>Théadan let out a small contented sigh, happy to have Navia's lips roaming his neck, and her straddling him. His body knew this position well, knew what to expect would come, and already he could feel his member growing with his arousal. Right now he ignored it, favouring instead to address Navia's previous statement. "As for being quiet." His hand left her waist to be brought down as another slap to her rear, paying her back for both those times she had gotten one over on him, and fulfilling what she had pointed out. "It's you who always seem to struggle to keep your voice down when we need to, my love." He said, unable to hide the smug grin on his face as he pointed it out. Not that he ever helped them stay quiet any way. The only time he had helped was when they spent the night with Ragnà and Ivarn's home, and even then he had been kissing her to do so. His hands rose up either side of her to touch at the fabric of her shoulders, they were still fully clothed, and while Navia was welcome to have him dressed, undressed, or however she pleased, his fingers loosened the fabric at her shoulders. She could remain in her clothes, but Théadan still wanted to expose Navia's breast for his enjoyment, enticing as they were rubbing up against his chest.