A tiny pang of regret hit Navia upon watching Théadan sneeze in response to the hay. She had forgotten it didn’t agree with him and making him sneeze hadn’t been her intention. He went on before she could tell him, asking her if she was going to use the fact she was pregnant against him. Navia shrugged her answer, figuring he already knew the answer to that was a resounding yes. She had to take advantage of the finite title; she knew it would award her some leniencies from Théadan at times and with everything that she was going to have to go through to bring their child into the world, Navia was fully willing to take advantage when she could. The prospect that they might come to an agreement so she could have her shoes back was an interesting one though, and Navia regarded Théadan with both eyebrows raised while she waited to hear the proposal.<br/><br/>She liked that he knew he would not be able to convince her to change her teasing ways, or that he did not seem interested in trying to do so. Navia figured that as provoking she could be toward him, Théadan had to enjoy it for he had never told her otherwise and he wasn’t one to stay quiet if he was unhappy about something. They had worked hard to be honest with each other; not enjoying her trying to irritate him in little ways was not something that Théadan would be afraid to bring to her attention. As it was, from what he was proposing, it sounded more to her that he was trying to get her to want to toy with him more, since he was telling her he would expect her to kiss any place she might accidentally injure while toying with him. It would not be enough to simply kiss the place of contact however; no, Théadan wanted her to kiss wherever she hit him with something until she was bringing him pleasure.<br/><br/>It was the obvious look downward that caused Navia to laugh brightly and shake her head, eyes leaving him briefly to glance around and see if she could find her shoes without his help one last time. It was difficult for her to ask for help, they both knew it, but she needed her<i>khussas</i>before they could leave the barn and that meant she was going to have to concede to Théadan. That didn’t mean she couldn’t try to have a little fun before finally having to give in. The farmer was working somewhere right outside the stall, the top of his head could be seen bobbing as he worked, so Navia knew she couldn’t be too ostentatious. Perhaps that was part of the thrill as she approached Théadan though; there was someone right there, feet away from them. How teasing could she be? Where as the line?<br/><br/>“Until the pain turns to pleasure?” She questioned, her eyes jumping between him and below his waist as if she needed time to process what that would mean for them. She came to stand before her lover with a sly smirk beginning to form on her dark lips, one of her hands rising between them to smooth down the front of his shirt, pressing just enough to feel the musculature hidden beneath. “Are one of my kisses not pleasurable enough for you? It’s not enough that you receive one from me?” She was reaching, she knew, and twisting his words. “Surely in a spot as sensitive as this,” Navia paused to reach low between them, her eyes challenging on Théadan’s as her hand gently cupped him through his pants. She could feel the remnants of his erection still, could feel the warmth, and she rubbed slowly, a wicked expression alighting on her face, “It would be...And here I thought if I kissed you here even once, it would bring you pleasure…Now my feelings are hurt so you really should give me back my<i>khussas</i>.”