[ For Ragna? He's ample relaxed like this. Even with Weiss' weight on him. She was a healthy, petite girl, but she was still like a feather to him. Easy to pick up, carry, hold during sex. ]

I felt like picking at random.

[ So if Weiss plucks a romantic tag? Of course she was going to get a genuine answer from him. Feeling her shift her leg so that there's a little more room for him to work with, she gets exactly what she's inviting from him. Especially when his hand vanishes up the back of her skirt, caressing up...and down, slowly but surely gliding further up until... ]

Whites and blues...

[ Ragna, yearning to keep his eyes on her, gives his girl just as much access as she's given him, his fingertips flirting over the cute garter she mentioned while she kisses him on the neck. His spine tingles- a sensitive spot on him for sure. The featheresque kisses up the side of his face? Less ticklish but more sweet. Until she reaches his ear, the warmth of her breath washing over his shell as Weiss earns a very generous, shuddered sigh out of her boyfriend she's laying atop of.

Patience. No complaints. So long as she didn't mind if she felt something hard and thick poking into her as her voice turns him on. At the same time, his hand smooths over her panty-clad ass, as if he could just commit that white pair to memory without actually seeing them.

And then he squeezes. ]

Yeah...though I'll never say no to a refresher. [ A beat. Another caress of her butt before his fingers glide towards the inside of her thigh. ] Maybe after movie night?

[ Right. "After". ]