The simply answer Théadan gave her while he moved to face her brought a knowing smirk to Navia’s lips. There was a confidence there, built from a history that bonded them tighter than any other relationship Navia had ever had. He was certain he could do whatever he wanted to her and she trusted him to and knew she would enjoy it, and vice versa. They had ended up chest to chest in a quiet moment together dozens of times since the first time in a spring with a storm raging around them, just as another did the same right then. He pointed it out to her as well, commenting on how she should know what he would do to her after catching her. It was what made her want him to chase her after all; she loved what he would do when he finally got his hands on her.<br/><br/>It was still always so thrilling to hear from him though, and as Théadan’s hands closed around her hips to keep her near, Navia was pleased to hear him murmur what he would have done if he had been the one doing the capturing. Kisses and his hands on her, stirring up her lusts for him, all words that set a little shiver of anticipation through her even as his lips moved to brush over hers, giving her a tease of what he could give her. She was tempted to push forward more and capture his lips for a proper kiss, but she was already unsteady on her toes to keep close to him and didn’t want to ruin the quiet tension that had fallen upon them with a clumsy moment. She so loved those moments when they shifted from being silly together to wanting each other.<br/><br/>He spoke of finding a pile of hay for them, of removing her cloths and pulling her into the hay, but the prospect of sweet words from him caught her attention more than anything else. He decided he would have ended up teasing her instead of having something sweeter to whisper to her all because she had thrown her shoes at him. Navia scowled some at that, looking up at him in the darkness as best as she could. She could make out Théadan’s features, could see the desire in his eyes from the heat slowly building between them, and she decided thrown shoes or not, she wanted everything he had spoken to her, even if it meant him teasing her some. She wanted more than the just the teases though, and so she adjusted the expression on her face, a pout instead taking over the scowl.<br/><br/>“I want the sweet words though,” she told him petulantly, her arms sliding up in tandem to wrap around his neck. It pressed them together more, their hips lining up and her breasts pillowing on his strong chest, causing her to sigh longingly before continuing, “Maybe I captured you first, but everything you just said, I want from you.” The fingers of one hand sliding into the hair at the back of his neck to stroke affectionately, Navia leaned up for another brush of the lips, like him avoiding an actual kiss to keep them yearning. “I want your kisses and your hands on me,” she whispered, looking up at him with an earnest expression tinged in heat, “And for you to bring me down into the hay. You can tease me all you want while you do it, but…” Navia let her lips graze Théadan’s once more before they drifted to brush along his cheek, then his jaw while she whispered to him, “I want to hear the sweet words. And then I want for you to have whatever else you want from me."