Even though she voiced a small discomfort, Théadan at first made no effort to move and was instead appraising her in a way that had Navia raising a brow up at him. Then he spoke as to why and she sighed, giving a small shake of her head at the way he twisted her words. She wanted to explain, wanted to point out she had used ‘getting’ to show his weight was starting to take a toll on her smaller body. She did so love feeling it, but there were naturally consequences to the differences in their sizes. She didn’t get a chance to defend herself though, for he was pressing a teasing kiss to her lips that had her smirking at the way they always tried to toy with each other. Opting to instead eye him as he rose up to sit between her legs, Navia took in the expressions on Théadan’s face as he slowly pulled his length from her. She sighed softly, missing him, but that was soon forgotten when she watched the grin tug at his lips.<br/><br/>He always appeared to get so much pleasure from seeing the combination of their releases, something she also enjoyed. Navia made no move to sit up and see though; she was content to watch his expressions and run a hand down her chest and back up while he cleaned them up. Her skin was damp from the sweat of their exertions, giving it a bit of a sheen that she could also see on Théadan’s chest from lying atop her. Once they were both more presentable, he left the bed and a small frown formed on her lips. Navia sat up to see why, her gaze following as Théadan went to check their door. Remembering the welcome they’d received in the tavern had her frowning slightly, but Navia said nothing and instead used the time Théadan was out of bed to try to smooth her sex-mussed hair. Her dark brown eyes followed his movements, sweeping along his body and appreciating the grace years of hard training had given him.<br/><br/>After pulling back the blankets, Théadan had gone to lie in the bed properly, head on a pillow and arm outstretched in waiting so she could join him. How did he wanted her to lay with him, she wondered? Facing him and snuggled up to his side so they could talk longer? With her back to him so he could fit up along the length of her back like she knew he enjoyed? She almost asked him, but Théadan was speaking of how they would be heading off to the spa in the morning, so Navia simply nodded instead. He had a good point though; they were likely to be exhausted the next day as well. They were headed to a beautiful place, a secluded place, and one rife with waters for them to explore. It would be perfect for them. Because of that, she knew they should rest, knew she should lie down beside him and drift off to her dreams. But Théadan had teased her without ever allowing her to have any response to it, and in Navia’s mind, that could not go unacknowledged.<br/><br/>“I don’t know what you mean,” Navia said loftily, feigning ignorance as her eyes traveled along the length of Théadan's arm once more. Smile coy, she took her time to slowly lay on her stomach on the bed, just past the reach of his hand. He’d only need to stretch his arm to touch her if he wanted, the bed was not very large, but it was enough to send a statement. Propped up on her elbows, eyes glinting with challenge, Navia first looked down at how her arm was only a few inches from his fingertips. Feet slowly alternating cutting through the air, she rose an eyebrow at him, “The springs will be smooth and cool, the beach will be secluded and the sand warm from the sun, and the spa has the prettiest open-air rooms with big fluffy beds. How could that be exhausting? Or perhaps you’re worried the ride tomorrow will tire you? Shall we plan to spend two nights?” Would staying longer be better or worse for their exhaustion, she didn’t know, but Navia did know it was entertaining to watch and see what Théadan would think of the gap of space she’d placed between them.