"Love you too," she grinned. Navi practically sparkled when she was happy; if she could have seen herself, she would have known that the emotion she labeled "sparkly" was almost literally so on her.
She didn't look over her shoulder as she went toward the bathroom; she could feel his eyes on her. It was a powerful feeling, to know that someone wanted her. She liked it a lot, and was glad that she didn't have to let go of it any time soon. That, and the thrill of doing it where they might very well get caught was kind of a turn-on. She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't more turned on than she'd ever been.
Navi looked at him as he moved into the stall, breath hitching as his eyes locked on hers. She liked it when he went predatory, she liked being the object of so much unmitigated lust and passion. When he pushed her against the wall, she groaned loudly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing back equally hard. She wished she'd worn a skirt and almost laughed at how their discussion the day before had come full circle. She wiggled out of her shoes, setting them on one of the shelves that the bathroom had, thanking the designer of the restroom for them. She fluttered up a few inches, not breaking the kiss, unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling out of them and her panties at the same time.