Round and round they went, making languid circles together in the little patch of grass amongst the<i>rajjana</i>. The moon was growing brighter as the sky darkened, bathing them and the flowers in a pretty silver. Théadan’s voice was quiet in her ear when he answered her, his head leaning against hers as they enjoyed the view behind each other’s shoulders. She was not surprised to hear he also preferred being dressed the way he was; she knew he enjoyed simplicity. He mentioned they could also be wearing nothing however, and that piqued her interest into glancing his way even though he wouldn’t be able to see. It was an intriguing thought, one that had Navia smoothing her hand along his back slowly while she thought about what it would be like if they danced naked in the moonlight.<br/><br/>She was only a little surprised to hear Théadan wanted to attend Khluri balls with her. He knew how much she enjoyed dressing up, so she figured he would go with her to appease her and perhaps to see her in whatever clothing she donned. He had said once he wanted to go through all her dresses to see which he favored. He genuinely sounded interested in going however, which was highly pleasing for Navia. It paired with the way Théadan’s lips brushed the curve of her ear had her grinning. She also cuddled closer to him, a small shiver traveling down her spine. His lips on her were always so thrilling and for him to pair it with the hush of his voice while they danced was suggestive and stirred her lusts for him. Théadan was also pointing out how he wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself at those balls, but also that she liked the formal clothes he wore.<br/><br/>Much of their relationship when it came to clothing had been spent with her finding ways to wear outfits that would enhance her attractiveness in Théadan’s eyes. She’d tried corsets, dressing gowns, his shirt alone, and had found Théadan was rarely out of touch with his desires for her. There had been little of him wearing something to appeal to her, but Navia had never minded. He always looked so good in anything he wore and she much preferred him naked anyway. Still, he appeared to be offering to wear clothes that called to her and Navia was eager to oblige. Her mind drifted back to what she had seen him wear in the past and a couple outfits came to her mind. Whether he would remember them or not, she had vivid, affectionate memories of the days he’d worn those outfits.<br/><br/>“One of the days we were in Nygaard, you wore an outfit I can remember especially enjoying,” Navia murmured, face turning toward his more so she could press slow, soft kisses along the curve of his jaw, “I don’t think it was anything special to you, but I remember thinking how nice you looked. You had on one of these white shirts, but then you put a vest on with it.” Navia paused to gently pull her hand from Théadan’s to slide it up his arm and to his neck so she could hold him closer. Her lips traveled down to his neck, continuing to kiss slowly while they danced, “It was green like your eyes. That color always looks so good on you.” After a moment of silence, Navia lifted her head to look up at Théadan, her fingers absently sifting through the hair at the back of his head, “I don’t know how I’ll feel about seeing you in Khluri fashion, should you try it out. That’s completely up to you though. What I do know is that I love the way you look in anything you wear. Even though clothes that were too small for you at Ragná and Ivarn’s house.” With a grin, she rose up onto her toes to kiss him deeply, wanting to share in his taste and show him her affections under the stars.