Underwear was slid back into place, hands pulled out from beneath her skirts, and Navia pressed a bit closer, wanting the comfort Théadan so naturally provided her. After he complimented her hips and how she felt, his words were not nearly as pleasurable as the warmth and security that came with being in his arms. There were arguments that could be made over his words, and points she could make to counter him, but she was simply too worn out to put much of a fight in. Navia was in the process of sighing deeply and shaking her head against his neck when Théadan trailed off. Figuring he’d decided it didn’t matter, and it really didn’t when they had both enjoyed themselves, Navia wasn’t prepared for him to raise his voice and bring the embarrassing story she owed him back up. It startled her some, causing her to jolt against him slightly, but she was quickly groaning upon being told it was time to share.<br/><br/>“<i>Now</i>? I just brought you to two climaxes after you initiated everything, you’re getting away with blaming it all on me,<i>and</i>you’re going to make me tell you the story now?” Her voice was incredulous, but she was sitting up slowly anyway, an amused smile on her dark lips, “You’re not even bothering to help me to bed, where I would be much more comfortable while sharing my humiliation with you.” Navia supposed she’d put it off long enough though, so she stole a peck of a kiss from Théadan before he could protest her whining and sat up more so she could face him while she spoke. “I had just turned sixteen,” she began and paused to straighten his crumpled shirt some, thinking back to that event in her life and remembering Théadan was not from her country, therefore probably needed some background information.<br/><br/>“My grandfather loved throwing parties and started a tradition with his sons that when they became of age, he threw a celebration in their honor to officially introduce them to Khlurios,” Navia explained, smiling softly at the memory of her grandfather, “He was fun, I think you would have liked him. He was always cheerful and happy to spend time with his grandchildren. I don’t have much knowledge on how he was as a king, other than my country loved him. Anyway, when my uncle and father had children, they wanted to continue the tradition in my grandfather’s honor. Kazim had his first when he turned eighteen, then a year later Yousef’s came along. And I had fallen in love with this style of dress at the time, where the skirt comes to about here,” Navia paused to draw her hand across her middle, just along where her belly button would be, “Then the top is very short, falling just below the breasts. Shawls are sometimes worn to wrap from back to front to cover the midriff, but some dresses weren’t meant to have them and those had caught my eye.”<br/><br/>She had liked that dress very much and still looked back at it fondly. It was what came next that had Navia chuckling before grimacing. “Knowing Yousef’s celebration was coming up, I asked my seamstresses to help me design and create a gown. It was this pretty pale blue with beading and designs, everything. It was also made of this very delicate, thin fabric. I was in a fitting for it one day when my father came to my chambers. He took one look at it, saw how revealing it was, and forbid me from wearing it. It wasn’t appropriate for the daughter of a prince was his argument. We ended up having a big fight over it, complete with me yelling about not wanting to be a duchess if I had no choice in my own clothing and slamming my door after him.”<br/><br/>Thinking back on her teenage arrogance, Navia smirked at Théadan while giving her head a shake to toss her dark hair over her shoulders and out of the way, “So of course I wore the dress anyway. But he knew me well and my father came before the celebrations began to check what I was wearing. So I made sure to have on a safe dress when he came, then changed after he left. I managed to get through much of the evening without my father noticing, but when he did and went to confront me, I asked one of the nobles close to my age to dance, knowing my father wouldn’t interrupt and make a scene in the middle of the dance floor.” Navia grimaced then, face scrunching up before she went on, “He was a terrible dancer and very nervous around me. He stepped on my dress, our legs got tangled up, and I fell. The force of it cause my dress to rip right along the seam, all the way up to my hip and for the life of me, I cannot remember why, but I was not wearing underwear.” Navia shrugged before she laughed, “Most everyone at the party got a good look at my rear.”