Navia also liked their difference in height, that came as no surprise to Théadan, Navia did always seem to enjoy pushing herself up into his embrace whenever she sought to show her affections for him. Her point of how her body pressed against his as something she enjoyed had him remembering of all the times she had pressed herself against him so they could feel every inch of each others bodies warm against each other. She was glad he didn't tower over her, and it was a sentiment Théadan agreed with, he did not have to stoop awkwardly down to enjoy Navia, just angle his head down. If he towered over her, she would likely have needed to ask him to lower himself down to her level so she could show her affection for him, and that would not have been nearly as fun as the many times Navia had caught him off guard with a kiss and the weight of her body suddenly pressing against him. Memories of being dragged into a closet in Nygaard for Navia to do exactly that surfaced at the thought.<br/><br/>Her hands flattened against his, each finger aligning with his own so they could readily be compared. The differences between them were stark, one dark, one light; one soft, one coarse; one small, one large. They were so different, but they fit together beautifully. The idea Navia would paint them together was something Théadan was keen to one day see, something to remind her about once they reached her home. A grin formed at her mention of how his hands knew just how to bring her such pleasure, he was tempted to even test that right there, but Théadan continued to listen as Navia described how she felt about his touch. He was happy to hear she felt treasured above all else by him, and that was because she was treasured above all else. There was nothing he owned, and nothing he cared for more important than Navia. She deserved to feel treasured by his hands.<br/><br/>Their hands were brought down to his abdomen, and Navia's dark eyes looked up to him before she asked if there was anything else he had to compliment about her. Of course there was plenty to compliment about Navia, and undoubtedly she knew it, but it was about what mattered to him, what he treasured. Théadan's eyes roamed Navia a little, deciding what he might think to talk about next. His head tilting to one side to better take in the beauty of her body and admire her. "I could tell you how I love staring at you back side to watch the sway of your hips whenever you take the lead, but I fear I've already done that this evening." He said with a small chuckle, letting his hands slip from her to go wander her body, giving her butt a small pinch to emphasize his enjoyment of it. "Hmm, and you are already well aware of my lusting for your breasts." He added looking below her eyes and neck to see her breasts between them, unabashed in his enjoyment of the soft mounds. "Perhaps I should tell you how I love the flow of your body, how every curve flows into the other like a rivers current." He said, and let his hand roam up and down her physique, rising and falling with every curve, feeling each undulation that gave her such perfect feminine curves. "Everything just rolls together making me want to run my hands all over."<br/><br/>He let out a happy sigh as he brought his hand up Navia's body together, passing over belly and breasts, not letting any of her skin go untouched by his fingers, until his hands came to cup her cheeks so he could study her features. "But truthfully, it's your face that really calls to me." Théadan said, observing how her bronze skin was complimented by her black hair and darker features of her eyes and lips. "There is nothing marring your skin, no scars, nor moles." He said admiringly, "Your high cheek bones, and small nose give you this impish look, and it fits so well with those dark mischievous eyes that always have some devilish idea forming within them." When he had first met her, her expression had conveyed anger and defiance. Upon Navia's sweet face he could still see the strength and courage she had that very first night they had met. When confronted and surprised by an enemy of the realm, she had stood her ground and demanded answers for a terrible act. Her personality would always be something he admired, and Théadan soon found his gaze drawn to her lips, the pad of his thumbing brushing over them wantonly. "And your lips, I love how they quirk into a smirk whenever you find something funny, or something to try and rile me up with." He said, finding himself drawn to them. "Some how I find them so infinitely kissable." He remarked before indulging them both in a kiss.