A drawn out hum was Navia's initial response to Théadan's question, she looked thoughtful as she gave it some due consideration, agreeing that it would be impressive of him to have achieved such a feat so nearly into his learning, and that it would merit a reward greater than kisses, sweet though they were. Her hand stroked through his hair while Théadan held his gaze to her, eager to see just what it was she would offer him to help motivate him into furthering his ability to swim. What Navia came up with was no less than what he had been desiring from her, for him to have however he wanted, whenever he wanted, with her doing whatever he desired. That was certainly an ideal reward for him, and one that would have he motivated into getting his swimming right.<br/><br/>Navia pulled them into another kiss, holding his lips to hers as their bodies pressed warmly together, she gave him a taste of what he wanted, more of her passion, more of her hunger for him. The kiss lingered for a pleasant moment, before Navia abruptly broke away, leaving him with the feeling of it being unfinished. Likely that was what she had wanted to do. She was soon adding a caveat to the reward she offered though, turning things around on him should he be unable to swim to her without stopping or placing his feet on the seabed. If he was unable to reach her, it would be him who was hers to have when, where and however she pleased. It was a fair trade in Théadan's mind. "Deal." He replied, though in truth they both won in this deal regardless of the result. They both knew what ever the other asked of each other, they were going to end up enjoying it anyway.<br/><br/>Pushing backwards, Navia swam away from him, putting some distance between them far more quickly and gracefully than he could, and for half the effort too. This time the space between them was doubled, and to make it that little more challenging, Navia had swam out to a point where she could not reach the bottom as he saw by her head disappearing beneath the water momentarily. It was a bigger challenge for a bigger reward, her grin to him was infectious, and Théadan found himself grinning back as she playfully teased him over him having enough motivation to chase after her. The way she phrased it, Théadan felt almost challenged to prove how much he wanted her. "With those heated kisses of yours, you've stirred me up." He remarked back to her, rising back to his feet from where he had been kneeling down. "I absolutely want you."<br/><br/>It was a long distance between them though, that little fact had been clouded a bit with his desire, but now as he steadied his breathing, he had a moment to realise the distance between them was large for him, and he had not found it at all easy swimming at first. But there Navia was waiting for him, along with the reward to have her however he so pleased, he would have to give it his all. With a deep breath, Théadan pushed himself forward, removing his feet from the sea floor, and attempted to put together Navia's two teachings. His arms thrust forward, his legs kicked behind him, and his head dipped below the water. There was great difficulty trying to co-ordinate his legs to kick together, but now that he had thrust his arms forward at the same time, that was making it that much more difficult. Théadan did not feel quite balanced, his body leaning over to one side as one leg kicked harder than the other, his arms tried to correct as he came up for a breath, but it felt as though it came at the expense of some forward motion.<br/><br/>He kicked and pulled, trying as hard as he could to pull himself forward, it was unlikely to be the most refined of movements, but he was beginning to make progress. Getting the breathing right was proving to be one of the big problems though, as with each stroke Théadan was finding himself shorter and shorter of breath, and worse, he was beginning to head a little off course, making the amount of swimming he had to do more as he corrected. An ill-timed wave stopped him from getting a proper breath, and instead had him choking on water, his legs flailed behind him as he then tried to keep his head above water so he could clear his airways and take a proper breath. Much of the cohesion between his arms and legs disappeared as he abandoned the stroke in his efforts to get his breath back. It was so tempting to put his feet down then, to accept defeat in favour of clearing his lungs, but his eyes were on Navia, and the feel of her lips on his made him stubbornly push on, doing his best to get his arms and legs working together again, as he made his way through the water bit by bit, spitting some seawater out of his mouth. She was close now, but he felt at his limit, lungs burning, eyes stinging from the salt water, and arms aching from his efforts to keep his head above water. Théadan pushed forward one final time in his bid to reach her, head slipping back underwater as he did, extending out his fingertips in the hope of feeling the familiar brush of her skin.