It tugged at Navia’s heart to hear Théadan say how tired he was, but he followed it up with a joke and she kept from feeling guilty over his exhaustion. She completely understood and was tired as well; they’d had a busy day and had not even shared their lunch yet. It would be a while before they even did that, having left it at the base of the stairs they’d used to reach the beach. Navia did not mind, nor did she point it out to him, instead contentedly returning the lazy kiss Théadan pressed upon her lips. She’d always loved his kisses and was happy to receive another. It did not take long for Théadan to bring the kiss to an end to agree to her suggestion they rest out in the sun for a time, and Navia nodded softly before looking down between them. She could tell her body was still tight around him, though his member was softening. She was also already beginning to become sore from the harsh way Théadan had taken her, which Navia knew was likely to be even more apparent when their bodies parted.<br/><br/>He did deserve to rest though, and he was still supporting her weight, so Navia began to work toward lifting from his lap. Her legs adjusted, knees bending so she could get a good footing on the rock beneath them, and Navia’s hands went to brace on his shoulders for balance. She hadn’t been able to see him moving in and out of her before, something she always found erotic to view, so she looked down between them to watch as her hips began to pull back from his, his length slowly coming into view, shiny with the results of their releases. “Ah,” Navia gasped softly as he left her, her muscles protesting and the abuse of the hard way she’d wanted to have sex catching up to her. The mixture of their releases dripped from both his spent member and her lower lips, catching on and sliding down Théadan’s thighs. “We can clean off in the waterfall,” Navia pointed out in a strained murmur, dark eyes glancing up at her lover while her hand reached between them to catch his member and gently guide it down to rest on his thigh with a brief caress.<br/><br/>She felt empty without him inside her, a sensation she’d grown so used to in the past few months, but Navia said nothing of it and pressed a brief kiss to Théadan’s lips as she went to stand. Her legs were a little shaky from clutching his waist before, but she was able to step away from Théadan so he could stand when he was ready. “I still need to get this sand out of my hair anyway,” Navia pointed out, glancing back at him with a smirk on her tired face, “The same prince who rubbed it in my hair, trapped me behind a waterfall and had his way with me, so I forgot to do it before.” Before Théadan could retaliate with any smart words, Navia stepped into the spray of water, it dousing her body immediately with cool spring water that washed away the sand, the salt from the sea, and the sheen of sweat that had formed from their bodies hotly moving together. She took a few minutes to push her hands through her hair then along her body just in case, wanting to take advantage of the impromptu shower.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the waterfall meant stepping back out into the sun and the rest of the world. The pristine empty beach was waiting, the ocean still a sparkling blue and gently rolling its waves up onto the beach. Hands slicking her hair back to fall down her back, Navia sighed happily, loving how secluded the beach was. She always treasured the times she and Théadan were able to feel as though they were the only people in the world, free of those who did not agree with their existence together. After pausing to make sure Théadan was ready to find a spot down on the beach to rest, Navia started forward to do just that. It was easy enough to choose a space, they had the entire beach to decide from, and Navia was soon sitting down on the dark wet sand where the ocean’s waves would rhythmically travel up and splash to her waist, but go no further. She reclined back, propping herself up on both elbows while she looked out at the never-ending sea laid out before them, the sea breeze teasing the black tendrils of hair that fell behind her shoulders.<br/><br/>“Théadan,” Navia turned her attention to him once he was settled beside her, “You’re happy, right? With your life?” She studied his face curiously, wanting to see his expression when he answered, “What’s the happiest day of your life thus far?”