To hear it was a pity she would no longer be dressing in Mes’Mo’Tanian attire was not quite what Navia had been expecting Théadan to say, but he was soon adding he enjoyed everything she’d worn since meeting her. That meant he had also liked the Khluri clothing, which Navia had worried he might not like if he’d considered losing the Mes’Mo’Tanian clothes a pity. Théadan even went on to say as much, calming the small worry that had come to mind and bringing a smile to her lips as his pressed to her nose. A small chuckle and nod left her in response to his announcement he would have to appreciate the dress, but Navia was soon blinking when Théadan went to lean her back on the bed. She had expected that meant maybe leaving the dress on for the time being, or even taking his time to slowly draw it down her torso to reveal her breasts, so Théadan guiding them to lay on the bed together came as a surprise.<br/><br/>His hand guided her down and her own reached around behind him to grip his back while he did so, helping the transition from sitting to laying to be as smooth as possible. Navia was soon looking up at Théadan and watching as he lowered down to begin where her exposed skin was the lowest. Before he even started, she knew it was going to be a difficult process to stay still for. He went slow, taking his time to allow his lips to press reverent kisses along the flesh she had exposed for him. Navia probably could have kept from shifting beneath him much as Théadan’s lips pressed against her skin, but his hand made it nearly impossible. Fingers light and teasing, moved up further from the inside of her thigh where they met the fabric guarding the core of her body. It was such a tease to have his fingers touching her through her underwear that Navia whimpered lowly, hips shifting and trying to keep from pushing up against his hand for more of his attention.<br/><br/>“Théadan,” Navia whispered breathily, eyes lifting to gaze at the wooden ceiling while she tried to keep her patience in check. With her hands having moved to slowly brush along the muscles of his back when he’d begun his slow ascent of her body, they paused to press against his skin while she got used to the sensations his own hand was providing her. Wanting more, needing his mouth on the more sensitive areas of her chest, Navia tilted her head back when he was close to her neck. Her hands took the time to slip around to his front so they could stroke along the length of his chest before she decided she wanted their bare chests to be able to brush and rub together. While he was bringing his lips up toward her neck and face, Navia set about giving him even more of her to enjoy, her arms pulling out of the dress the rest of the way and the dress bunching at her waist. It could be removed completely later for all she cared; all Navia wanted was for Théadan to take whatever else he wanted from her.<br/><br/>Hands reached for him as soon as they were finished shedding the dress, pulling him close so their chests could brush and press, sending a small shiver of satisfaction through her. It was not enough however, his hands were doing so much to stir up her desires and flush her body with heat and she wanted him to have the same passion brewing within him. While one hand slowly trailed up his spine with the feather light touch of her fingertips, Navia brought her other hand down between their hips where his was still tormentingly rubbing her slickening folds through her underwear. “Mmm…” She sighed while her hand gave his hand a small encouraging squeeze before making a move to reciprocate. She was well-practiced at untying his pants by then, having done so dozens of times, so it did not take long to have enough space to dip her fingertips beneath Théadan’s waistband first, then for her entire hand to disappear into his pants. Searching fingers slid along his abdomen until they found the base of his member. Much like he was lightly stroking her, Navia went to do the same, using only the back of her fingertips to unhurriedly graze the length of him.