<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">The beauty of the evening held her attention, but it did not keep Navia from both hearing and sensing Théadan coming up behind her. He did exactly what she hoped he would do, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close. It made her smile when his lips began to peruse her skin and Navia leaned against him companionably while she listened to his thoughts on their evening. It was so nice to have his arms around her, to have him standing and moving and out of bed. It had been bothering Théadan immensely to be stuck in that bed for so long, so she knew how special it was that he was finally more mobile. And luckily for her, Navia got to reap the benefits of it.</span><br/>
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His kisses were a small reminder of how much she enjoyed his lips on her skin, his arms so comforting and snug, and she could not forget the allure of his voice at her ear. How content Navia was, how full was her heart. She was tempted to show him as much, tempted to turn around and kiss him until he realized how glad she was to know Théadan was enjoying learning more about her culture. It was dangerous to do so though. He was still healing and they were in a public area. So Navia distracted herself with slowly smoothing her hands across his forearms while she listened to Théadan recount what he had liked about the food. That he paired his preference for the cake with a kiss and then tightening of his arms around her made her chuckle and Navia nodded her response right away.<br/>
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“Most evening meals end with something sweet at the end,” Navia answered, turning her head to nuzzle her face up against Théadan’s with a contented hum. While she did so, her fingers sought out his and she gently pulled one of his hands free from her waist. She guided it up her chest until his palm was curved around the ball of her shoulder. It effectively wrapped his arm across her chest, only further giving her the sense of Théadan encircling around her. She had missed it, she realized. They had cuddled up to each other in bed of course, but she had missed being out in the world with Théadan so they could enjoy the surroundings together. And she knew they likely needed to go back to that tiny room again soon; he was likely exhausted from such much activity. But she needed to answer his questions first, didn't she? “Depending on what the rest of the meal is, the dessert could be rather small or more extravagant,” she shrugged before leaning back some so she could grin up at him, “Whatever the size, it’s usually delicious.”<br/>
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A contented sigh left her while Navia continued to enjoy the warmth Théadan brought her but with her spirits running high, so did her mischievous streak run thick. She had not been toying with him as much recently. He needed time to recuperate and get used to the fact he was no longer in his home country, but with everything going well for them, Navia felt it safe to tease. One of the hands languidly smoothing over Théadan’s forearms rose up to rub across his cheek affectionately while she smiled at him, humor alight in her dark eyes. “Are you interested in trying other types?” She asked innocently before her hand adjusted and she allowed her thumb to slowly brush along the width of his bottom lip. Briefly her gaze left his to watch, following her thumb’s every move, before flickering back up with a glint of mischief to see what his reaction to her toying would be, “Perhaps you are searching for a taste sweeter than mine?”</span></span>