With Théadan switching her feet and continuing to gently massage them as he replied to her, Navia continued to have a little trouble remaining still. They had learned long ago her feet were ticklish and it seemed Théadan was minutely taking advantage of it while he spoke of dunking her under the water if she teased him too much or pushing her up against the wall when his impatience took over. Both sounded fun to her, so she grinned over at him as his hands began to ascend her body. It was nice to have him slowly creeping up her body she decided, relishing his touch and quiet voice. Her gaze never left him as he sat up more, nor did her hands brushing over his calves without her putting much thought into it. No, she was entirely focused on Théadan and the water dripping from his wet, delectable chest.<br/><br/>Even though his hands had begun to enticingly smooth up the inside of her sleek thighs, it was the tenor of his voice that drew her attention back up to his face. He spoke of what he would do if he had her pinned in their fantasy tub and as exciting as it sounded, it was his thumbs caressing the lower folds between her legs that took Navia’s breath away. It released as a stutter, her dark eyes flashing with desire and her body fighting the urge to squirm beneath his touch. Théadan wasn’t finished with her though, and kept her captivated as he loomed over her and continued to slowly stimulate her. He had questions for her, ones Navia would be happy to answer once the pleasured shivers stopped racing down her spine and her hands could relax the sudden grip they had taken on Théadan’s arms.<br/><br/>Once she was comfortable enough and she felt she could speak without sounding breathless, Navia grinned up at Théadan for his taunting questions. “I go wherever I please, especially to places others don’t want me to be,” she reminded him with a chuckle, her hands adjusting to resume their slow stroking of his muscled legs. Sure he knew that of her and was just weaving his own games. She was somewhat surprised he was taunting her a little, but she always loved when he did and it always ended in the most exciting ways. “And if I know you’re going to be there, nothing in the world could keep me from joining,” Navia finished, knowing that applied for anything. If Théadan was somewhere, that was exactly where she wanted to be as well. The thought of being with him in such a place combined with the continued touch between her legs cause Navia’s hips to shift needfully, but she continued to look up at him and say nothing of the quiet lust he was building in her.<br/><br/>His last question was a more provoking one, meant to stir her up and get a reaction out of her. Careful not to move her lower body away from the hands that seemed to be debating how much they were going to be touching her, Navia rose up from the water some, her hands leaving his legs to flatten on the bottom of the tub to hold her up. Droplets of water slid off her breasts, but she ignored how that felt in favor of looking up at Théadan with a knowing smile. “As for me seducing princes, there is only one I’ll ever want to seduce,” Navia admittedly lowly, her face nearing his and her gaze briefly lowering to eye the temptation of his lips. “Though I don’t remember exactly seducing you that first time we made love,” her voice was turning husky from the attention he was giving her, and the mood that had swept in between them. She hadn’t been expecting it. “The second time, yes. But not the first. No, I recall being angry with you until I saw the way you were looking at me. I’m pretty sure that first time was mutual.”<br/><br/>Navia adjusted beneath him again, resisting the urge to squirm, and continued to do little touching of her own, content to see what Théadan wanted of her. She knew if she did touch him in return, they’d just end up sloshing water around while trying to give each other the pleasure they craved. And while Navia was absolutely happy to do just that, she was curious. She wanted to see what he wanted. “And now here you are, perhaps turning the tables on your Khluri temptress. Just what are your intentions here, Prince?” Navia grinned up at Théadan, her hips angling to give a slight, taunting push against his fingers.