Presiding over an event of the scale of Beltane was not as trying as one might think - especially considering Eva had nearly a year's worth of Asgardian celebrations under her belt, including weddings and births... things that could be direct descendants of the festival of Springtime. She smirked at that. For her, that wouldn't be the case. Not on the night of, anyway, but there were lots of young couples who seemed eager to progress their lives together... at whatever stage they'd found themselves.
Like... newlyweds. "Enjoy yourselves," the queen called after her guests as they turned-tail at Nate's arrival. Sigh. Zap turned and gave her husband a sideways glance, but quickly smirked with glee at his close proximity. Her eyebrows rose, 'something pressing'? They moved to a nearby, but out-of-the-way locale and Nate pressed her against a pillar. Admittedly, the queen swooned at that and smiled happily back at the king. "I love you," she confirmed just as her lips were being seized. She joined their kiss with fervor. Ope! Eva immediately shuddered at the intrusion where her wrap dress overlapped in front. Oh, big fingers. Her head tilted back until the crown of it rested against the column that supported her.
Her inability to be cool and maintain her poise when Nate was being particularly filthy and forward, especially in public, was infuriating. But there she was, head tilting back and forth, body moving against his hand, eyes shut, hands clinging to his shoulders to keep herself upright. Her thighs were clenching as if they were trying to pedal a bicycle or climb a telephone pole. Left, right, left, right. He was her telephone pole... But she stayed her ground. "Trying?" she asked, breathlessly, but with the devil in her eyes. Eva clenched down on his fingers and then bit Nate's exposed collarbone. Her free hand slipped with magical ease past Nate's fly and she seized his bare erection and began sliding her hand up and down using the moisture she'd found awaiting her, all within the privacy of the front of his pants. Her teeth released him and she looked at into his pretty eyes as she worked. After a deep gasp, her legs parted to better accommodate.
"Try lifting my dress," she dared and her hand slipped back to give his balls a loving squeeze. "Don't stop kissing me," she requested of her fellow nymphomaniac. Her lips pressed against Nate's again and Eva slid her tongue softly into his mouth intending to get as deep in their kiss as she hoped her be in her. The hand on his shoulder moved to his hair and began rubbing and clenching erratically with the pleasure his thumb was giving her.