Voice low and throaty in the way that always made her shivery, Théadan agreed they should go slow, even go so far as saying they should keep their pace very slow. Navia was tempted to tease him for it, to point out how ‘very slow’ might be closer to torture for them, but Théadan was so sweetly pointing out he would gladly give her what she wished for that she decided against it. As an alternative, Navia wanted to reward his affection with more kisses, but his lips were on the move just as his hand was. She felt his fingers brush along her inner thigh and her arms briefly tightened around his neck to hold him closer, anticipation coursing through her at the idea he might be going to move her underwear aside and touch her directly.<br/><br/>Of course it was too soon for it; they both so loved to draw out the time they had together before finally giving in to the emotions they stirred up in each other. His lips began to brush along her jaw instead, leaving Navia to sigh softly until his lips closed around her earlobe. His actions made her squirm against him some even as he spoke in her ear and Navia chuckled breathily when asked if her clothing was also growing to be too warm. Théadan knew that was not the case, but his attempt at an easy way to have her remove her clothing was comical. “We can take it off,” she agreed, knowing removing the dress really had nothing to do with how hot she was in the new Khluri climate. It was still not even remotely uncomfortable to her yet anyhow; if anything, she found the Khluri temperatures to be comfortable.<br/><br/>There was no need to discuss the climate however, nor was there any interest in doing so. What Navia cared more about was how the way he had used his teeth on her ear and paired it with the husk of his voice had her pooling with desire for her lover. She had told him she had wanted to go slow, and she still did, but Navia could feel her body warming and her heart rate rising with the knowledge Théadan wanted her. To help alleviate the tension of the building lust, her hands moved to gently frame his face, guiding him from near her ear so they could face each other better. Navia wasted no time coaxing Théadan into another languid, affectionate kiss. She wallowed in it, got lost in the taste and feel of him for a little while, and then eventually let the kiss to come to a slow end.<br/><br/>With the taste of him still on her tongue and her lips glistening from their shared kisses, Navia reluctantly leaned back from Théadan as her hands slid down from his face. The dress had many buttons after all, and she needed most of them undone to slide out. She took her time in silence, one button at a time with little glances in his direction, until she had unbuttoned enough of the gown that a deep, narrow V of her tawny skin down to her navel was visible. At that point, the dress could easily be pulled overhead. Curious to see how he might react, Navia sent a couple of her own fingertips to slowly brush down the skin she had exposed. “This could be one of the last times you see me in a dress like this,” Navia murmured, giving a small roll of her shoulders to cause the dress to slide downward. Her hand caught the two parts of the dress before it could slip all the way down and bare her top half though, and a small sly spark lit in her dark eyes. Slender shoulders on display, the hand keeping the dress in place with the top curves of her breasts starting to show, Navia eyed Théadan curiously to gauge his answer to her next question, “How do you feel about that?” She would likely return to the Khluri attire she had grown up and never look back at Mes’Mo’Tanian clothing as an option, save for one style.