Théadan didn’t believe her comment that she could have drowned from all the times she’d been submerged since they entered the springs, but Navia hadn’t expected he would. All she could do was smirk up at him while he pointed out she had started everything with splashing him, something she could not deny but did not regret in the least. “You certainly had options in how to respond,” she answered him drolly, but went not further when he was stepping closer to her. Her entire being became more aware of him whenever he closed the distance between them; she never quite knew what his plans would be. It was a fun aspect of their relationship; they were always trying to come up with ways to toy with each other and did so with mock-dramatics to play it up.<br/><br/>His hands tightened on her as he spoke to her, stirring up another of her favorites when it came to how they were together, and Navia did not have much in mind of what could be done to show trust and willingness to forgive for their antics. She was to focused on the way their wet bodies slowly came to press together, on how his knee pressed between her thighs. She felt her pulse spike and quicken, her breath stutter briefly, and her arms hold more firmly around his neck to keep them close. His nose brushed hers in that cute way she always liked and Navia smiled up at him while she waited to hear what he wanted her to offer him for peace between them. She had thought she had an idea of what it would be, but Théadan surprised her by requesting a shoulder massage. Navia blinked up at him for a beat, then she grinned and nodded. It sounded like a nice idea and she had enjoyed giving him a massage in the past.<br/><br/>“I will happily offer you just that,” she agreed, but they were just too close and snug for her to simply pull away without taking advantage, “But in a minute…” She could not resist how Théadan had come to stand so close, how he had pushed his body up against her own. She rose up to close the distance between their lips, hers meeting his for an eager kiss to sate the desire he had stirred up in her. Her lips were warm on his, but urgent in trying to seek out his tongue so she could have a taste of him before they parted. A satisfied little moan left her when she did, and Navia took her time enjoying kissing her lover in the dark of a small grotto where the only noise they heard came from the light splashing of the waterfall feet from them. By the time she had to pull back so they could catch their breath, hers was coming in small excited pants, her dark eyes full of need when she looked up at him. “And you want a massage,” Navia murmured thickly, eyebrows rising tauntingly before she chuckled and went to extract herself from Théadan’s hold.<br/><br/>It took a few minutes of wading through the water to decide which side of the cave was the shallowest. Navia went back toward the waterfall first, but found the water deepened, so she backtracked, brushing past Théadan along the way just because she could. It was the spot farthest from the entrance that was shallowest, so she took a seat in one of the spots that had been carved from the rock to make a rustic spot to sit. Legs dangling, toes brushing the sand on the floor, the waterline rested low on her body, barely making it up past her hips. It would likely be the perfect depth for Théadan to sit and still have his shoulders exposed. The air was a little chilly on the areas of her body that had previously been submerged in the springs, but she paid it no mind. The cool water was probably a welcome sensation for Théadan; she knew the heat had been bothering him earlier. To coerce him into joining her so she could give him the massage he requested, Navia bent to pat her shins to show where she wanted him to sit and lean against her. “Come here,<i> kamin</i>,” she beckoned with a smile, “Come sit with me. As a gesture of peace, I can even tell you a story while you get your massage.”