He stayed near while he considered the opportunities they would have down at the beach, much to her delight. She liked being close, like being snuggled up to him, and Théadan had made it all the better by placing his hand on the bed on the other side of her legs. He naturally leaned closer sitting like that, and she had pressed closer to take advantage. The close way they sat together also allowed him to rub his nose up against hers like he so cutely liked to do before pairing it with another swift kiss. Her eyebrows rose up with interest at the point the waterfall could mask the sounds of pleasure they always enjoyed emitting, and Navia wondered if that meant he wanted them to actually be in the waterfall or beside it. It was an intriguing idea, one she was tempted to ask him to expand on, but he was sending his gaze to peruse her face much like she had done to him only moments before, so she remained silent and still so he could look.<br/><br/>The hush that had fallen between them brought for a crackle of tension. Navia looked on in silence while Théadan studied her, but also leaned in more, his hand sliding around to rest on her back. He was so inviting, his voice low and lilting, that Navia had to resist closing the distance between their lips and silencing him with a kiss. Even his words were provoking as he spoke of how he would make their time at the spa as pleasurable for her as possible. Navia knew that could be rather easy for him; he was so good at knowing exactly what to do to make her toes curl with ecstasy. She wanted to tell him as much, wanted him how just him mentioning that sent a little shiver of desire trailing down her spine, but he was catching her lips with his for a kiss that lingered instead of ending quickly.<br/><br/>“Mmm…” She sighed against his lips, loving how the taste, touch, and smell of him filled her senses, and all Navia wanted was more. Théadan was intoxicating; it almost wasn’t fair how just a simple couple kisses and touches would warm her into wanting to be with him. She wanted to sink into him, wanted to slide into his lap so she could have the pleasure of their chests pressing together and their limbs tangling. But all kisses eventually come to an end and he was soon pulling back to look at her with an expression she had used only moments before. The question he posed was laughable, and Navia snorted sarcastically before she could stop herself and she shook her head. “Even if we tried to spend time alone in separate springs, you know we would end up gravitating toward each other whether we trusted ourselves to keep our hands to ourselves or not.”<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Navia started to lean back in for another kiss, but paused to smirk at her lover. “I mean look at us now,” she murmured, their noses nearly brushing from how close they were, “We were perfectly content on opposites ends of the bed and yet we’ve still managed to meet in the middle and find ways to touch. And with you kissing me like that, is there any wonder we can’t keep our hands off each other?” It was rhetorical, Navia didn’t really care to have such a question answered, and her hand pushed up into the back of Théadan’s thick hair to gently take hold and guide him back in for another kiss. It was another heady kiss, one with a twinge of heat in it as her tongue sought out his for a better taste of him. Navia allowed it to linger for a time, to let them enjoy each other, but was soon pulling back for a small gasp of much needed air. “I think the real question here is what you prefer right now,” Navia nearly whispered, her dark eyes curious when they opened and settled on Théadan’s expression, “Do we try to keep our hands off each other and head to bed? Or do we celebrate finally arriving in Khlurios after everything we've been through? Tell me,<i>kamin</i>, what is it you want?”