Tremors ran through Navia, Théadan could feel the onset of her orgasm swiftly following her own as her body tensed above him and shook, the sudden rush of her own release covering his member and mixing with his seed inside of her. Her reaction to her climax was always something Théadan could take great pleasure in watching, but with her face pressed tight too him, he could not see her expressions, and so could only take in his lover's pleasure through all his others senses. The quiet whimper she gave was the sweetest, Navia fought hard to keep her voice down, but her heavy pants as she finally got her release was right next to his ear. Her body was firm against his own too, Théadan felt if it weren't for their clothes still separating them, it would be almost as though they were moulded around each other, for how hard they held one another in the throes of their release. Her face was pressed to his, as was her chest, and hips, and legs. The weight of her body was atop him, and all the while he could feel his member throbbing inside of her as the last drops of seed spilled inside of her.<br/><br/>Their moment together felt as though it had lasted longer than usual to Théadan, but eventually it did come to an end, and when it did, it was just them alone behind the crates, needing a moment to regain their breaths and come down from their post orgasmic bliss. Any sign of the cook had left, perhaps he had gotten all he had needed and left, or perhaps he had heard them and scurried off, Théadan had no idea, but looking through the gap between crates he saw nothing of the man, and that was a good thing. Navia's body tensed above him, he felt her vaginal walls clench around him drawing a small moan from him as a little more of his seed was squeezed from his shaft. She was only shifting positions though, adjusting her knees to allow herself the comfort of resting herself fully on top of him, there was no complaint from Théadan though. With his clothes still on, with his lover resting atop him, and having gone a round very intense lovemaking, he felt hot, sweaty, and tired, but allowing themselves a moment to recuperate while still connected was exactly what Théadan wanted.<br/><br/>A grin pressed to his throat, and then Navia was using Théadan as a prop to rest her elbow so she could rest her chin in her hand and look at him with such a smug look of satisfaction. It was well earned Théadan felt, but her eyes had that sparkle of mischief behind them, and she was soon laying blame at his doorstep, and asking about what word he had been about to say in the heat of the moment. A smile spread across Théadan's features at how Navia was so quick to start casting around blame and be so mischievious. "Me?" He asked with a little disbelief before laughing at how she apportioned blame so unfairly upon his shoulders when all he had been doing was sitting on the floor of the deck. "I only coaxed you into getting started," That was all Théadan was willing to concede on the matter. He had certainly baited Navia, tried to seduce her into taking him inside of her when the first man had walked into an opposing room, but he had certainly had no hand in instigating things between them once the cook had been mere feet away. "You're the one who brought us to that finish." Oh but what a finish it had been, his slowly softening member felt so content and satisfied now. "I scarcely had a choice in the matter, with my Khluri temptress so eager atop me, what could I do?" He asked before giving her hips a squeeze. "I was at the mercy of these hips!"<br/><br/>That second question she had asked had Théadan playing dumb, looking away from his lovers eyes and off up to the wooden planks of the ceiling. "As for that word..." He shrugged and tried to act nonchalant. "I... I don't know what word you're talking about." He had to stop a grin from spreading across his lips. Théadan knew Navia would take it as a victory she had managed to make him cry out from the intensity of her efforts, and truthfully she deserved every drop of praise he could give her for having drawn his orgasm from him in such a satisfying way, but then where would the fun be if he gave her the satisfaction so easily? "I was as silent as a mouse, unlike you my love." He replied, eyes flicking back down to her with mischief and big grin across his lips. "I can't, I won't!" He mimicked her voice with a laugh, unable to resist teasing her for how wonderfully she had kept on going even when they were in danger of being discovered in such an intimate moment.