It was always fun to tease Théadan about his horse, simply because she always knew she could get a reaction out of him for it. So often Navia could throw water on him or toss pebbles at him or throw blankets over his head and he would not give her the pleasure of a reaction, or perhaps even come up with a bigger way to get back at her. Mentioning Wyndagar and asserting ownership of the horse always gained a reaction from Théadan. She found it sweet that he cared so much and in reality would sooner defend such a relationship of his instead of trying to insert herself into it. But that didn’t mean Navia couldn’t have some fun tormenting her lover a teensy bit. “Yes, yes, of course,” she murmured when he reminded her that she had to return Wyndagar to her, her mouth still exploring his neck, “Once we reach Mandira….He is yours again.”<br/><br/>Luckily Théadan did not seem all that worried about her claiming possession of Wyndagar, for he was also giving her rear another slap. A surprised yelp escaped her, her hands temporarily tightening their grip on him before she laughed softly and nipped at his neck. She had never considered such actions to be sultry, just funny, and was glad he had chosen to take his second shot at her before they got too caught up in each other. It was the end to their games in her mind. She could feel his erection tightening his trousers, beginning to fill the gap between her thighs as she sat in his lap, and her mind was far more focused on helping flare up his arousal until all they wanted was to have the length of him filling her.<br/><br/>It was the comment of how hard it was for her to stay quiet that had Navia sitting up and looking down at Théadan once more, abandoning the exquisite way it felt to have her lips on him. She narrowed her eyes at him briefly, though it was down in jest purely out of spite of the pride he had that she could not stay quiet when they made love. He took advantage of the way she sat, his hands tugging at the neck of her gown to try pull it down her shoulders. She did not think it wise to for them to completely undress, but she knew what he was likely trying to reach, and so she removed her arms from around him. She reached between them to unbutton a few of the topmost buttons of her dress, dark eyes intent on his and she said nothing as the bronze skin beneath the dark blue dress became more exposed. Navia did not unbutton far, only the first few so Théadan could continue to pull the fabric downward until her breasts slid free of the dress and the sleeves were down near her elbows.<br/><br/>“I sense so much confidence in your voice,” Navia murmured with a small smirk as her hands left her clothes to push down the length of his chest and she moved back in to close the distance between them. Sitting in Théadan’s lap brought her breasts to a height prime for his attention, all he needed was to lean in, however Navia was intrigued not only by his point, but the result of all their teasing and kissing between them. “And the times I struggle so much are often when it is you who is leading the lovemaking,” Navia pointed out while untying his trousers and gently guiding his erection out to stand proudly between them. She did not want to bother with the rest of his clothes; she was unwilling to pull away from him. “Hmmmm, but you aren’t right now,” she purred softly, hand gently wrapping around the base of his member. She smiled softly at the feel of the familiar warmth, the velvety texture, and tilted her head curiously. “I wonder what it would take to have you having trouble staying quiet,” Navia whispered, dark eyes flickering up to her lover as her eyebrows raised questioningly, a hint of mischief tugging her lips upward. She guided her hand up, squeezing gently, then dragged the pad across the tip of his length slowly, "What would make you struggle?"