The smile that came from hearing her describe her love for him was one that tugged at Navia’s heart even more. They knew they were dedicated to each other, knew that commit was above all else in their lives, yet they both always took such pleasure in hearing the other speak of it. She credited it to how they had not been allowed to even touch, let alone speak of their connection, in the beginnings of their relationship. Escaping the threat of Théadan’s family had freed them and allowed them to become bolder by the day in how they spoke of each other. With another kiss and while she listened to him tell her she was also the love of his life, Navia’s hands roamed. Traversing over flesh that told story after story, she indulged in the heat, comfort, and excitement his body gave her.<br/><br/>He was often the one speaking of her beauty or openly eying her figure, but Navia loved his just as much. His shoulders were strong like him, his back wonderfully firm and it always brought her such pleasure to slowly slide her hands down the length of it, feeling every groove of his build. While Théadan worked to remove her dress, Navia did her best to give him the room he needed, but her focus was entirely on him. The little hairs of his chest tapered down to his abdomen tickled her bare skin once he removed her dress, his still-clad thighs snug against her bare ones. She craved the moment they would be completely bare together, and it was what was on her mind when Théadan tilted her chin to pull her into a deep kiss. There was so much affection there, so much love, that Navia almost missed the fact Théadan was pulling the dress upward to remove it from her, but she hurried to assist by lifting her hips and then her back without breaking their kiss.<br/><br/>The kiss ended with Théadan reminding her she was his Alu’wei, a name that had always touched her. It tugged at her emotions again, and she likely would have found herself irritatingly tearing up all over again, but the hungry way Théadan’s eyes lowered to her newly exposed body distracted her. She wasn’t quite sure what he was thinking, her gaze taking in the way his eyes darted over her body until Théadan let the weight of his body push them together further down into the soft hay. Happy to welcome him, she smiled as his lips brushed over hers while her body adjusted beneath his so she could better cradle him where he rested. Hands content to trail along his sides while his lips lowered, Navia allowed her knees to rise up on either side of his hips to keep him close.<br/><br/>“Mm…” She sighed appreciatively as Théadan’s lips closed around the sensitive curve of her neck and she felt his teeth upon her skin. “Théadan…” She breathed his name reverently, her mind filled with nothing but him while the pleasure of his mouth on her sent a little shiver down her spine. After tilting her head back to give him all the access he could want of the graceful curve of her throat, Navia lowered her hands between them where her fingertips could slowly graze along the flesh just above the ties of his pants. It was difficult to think of anything to say to him with how her emotions had taken a twist and as it was she was so pleased with the slow, sweet way they were taking their time together, that Navia chose to remain quiet while her hands reached for the ties of his pants. She took her time, enjoying the dreamy atmosphere that had fallen upon them, her fingers slowly loosening the ties so she could begin to push his pants downward.<br/><br/>She did the best she could to push the pants and his undergarments far enough down until he could take care of them without her, her hands skimming back up his thighs and sides. She could feel the heat from the beginnings of his erection and after allowing a single fingertip to slowly skim down its length, Navia curled her fingers around him to begin stroking him gently to stir up his desires. She loved touching him, loved feeling the pulsations that came as her touch encouraged him. Content to take her time in how she was touching him, Navia let her other hand languidly stroke up the length of Théadan's spine until it gently pushed into his thick black hair. The locks sliding easily through her fingers, she gave him an encouraging little push closer to her, wanting him to know he could have whatever he wanted from her, such was her trust and hunger for him.