A man stands in his room, speechless at the sight before him. Weiss was in a set of sexy underwear, nervously shifting back and forth waiting for a response from him, who was mere inches from her. He can barely process the fact that tonight was the night he was going to make love to Weiss. Thankfully, his body moves without input, and his Semblance draws the Schnee close to him for an embrace. Hugging her tighter than anything prior, the man draws close to her ear and says, "I love you, Weiss."
The man hears Weiss open her mouth, but she says nothing. Her grip loosens as she lovingly places her hands on his shoulders. Her head falls and she places a kiss on his neck, the only place she can reach. Drawing a hand down, she hooks a finger in the top button of his shirt. She asks, "Y-your turn, Sweetie," and steps back, leaning on a clothes cabinet. Her face was scarlet, but her eyes look away, knowing that it was now her boyfriend's turn.
The man locks eyes with Weiss as she sits in his room in her underwear. Losing focus, he looks down, realizing how it wasn't fair to make Weiss suffer alone. He begins hurriedly unbuttoning his dress shirt, opening it up to reveal an undershirt. He removes his shoes, socks, and pants as well, leaving him in a straining pair of boxers and a tank top; he suddenly considers the much classier looking Weiss and regrets that girls are afforded the luxury of incredibly appealing underwear. God, even in a situation like this, she was subtly posing on the dresser like a model.
Weiss gets a hungry look in her eye from looking at her boyfriend undress. He's never seen her with such a seductive expression, but the change was far from welcome. She once again attaches her hands to his shoulders and plants a kiss on his cheek; after saying, "Kiss me," she locks lips with him, passionately tasting his tongue with hers. Occasionally stopping to breath, she moves the man's hand to her scantily clad ass. He notices that the back of her panties is decorated with numerous missing bits, furthering her exposure.
The man feels all of his senses save touch and taste start to fade. Finally allowed to explore her body, he grabs large handfuls of her porcelain skin in his hands to claim them as his own for the night. Gradually, Weiss moves his hands upwards until they meet her bra; his hands fumble with the straps as the makeout increases in intensity, but he manages to unhook her in just a few moments.
Weiss whispers the man's name into his ear as she backs off from the shared kiss. In a moment of beautiful acceptance, he watches as his girlfriend slides her arms out of her bra and discards it. What Weiss had only ever teased with was now in the man's sight; her pale breasts were the perfect balance of small and perky, bouncing ever-so-slightly with every subtle motion. He recognizes the small beauty mark on her right breast, but everything else was a glorious new sight to see, from the even paler skin to her pert pink nipples contrasting against it. He's captivated by just how soft Weiss' body looks undressed; though she does have fair definition, her breasts resemble the comfiest pillows imaginable.
"You like?" Weiss asks, suddenly with confidence. She draws close to the man, pressing her breasts into his chest before drifting her hands to his; grabbing his wrists, she directs his hands to her skin, allowing him to explore her body in beautiful, tactile ways.
Speech failing, the man places both of Weiss' breasts in his hands and takes a long overdue squeeze. They feel as they look: kneaded pillows squish under the gentle pressure of his fingers. "I love." Weiss lets out a gasp as the man flicks, her warm breath hitting his neck.
Weiss removes her hands from the man's wrists and decides to interrupt the fondling. She grabs the bottom of his tank top and begins pulling it off of him, wordlessly asking him to lift arms to assist. She gets it over his head and casually discards it on the floor along with her Snowpea and her bra. She begins feeling up his bare chest, excited by the chance to indulge in his hunter-honed body.
"Ohh…" Weiss says, stopping her exploration of hey boyfriend's chest. She draws a hand over his shoulder, right over the scar he recently received from an apologetic Ilia. His girlfriend unintentionally stays her hand over the fused skin, pulling the other to her own scar over her eye. This is the first time she's seen his new badge of honor, and judging by her decision to intimately brush her thumb over it, she feels a strange kinship as she presses her cheek into the wound. Both he and Weiss share a quiet moment acknowledging the dangerous life they lead as hunter and huntress, the only sound closely beating hearts. It was one thing to be undressed with someone, but it was also another thing to know each other's scars in such an intimate way.
A moment of silence passes as Weiss grows accustomed to the new scar. After Weiss' breathing begins to pick up once more, the man decides that this is the moment; facing zero resistance, he moves Weiss to the bed, gently laying her down on her back. He gets a stupendous look at his girlfriend's frozen skin as she spreads out over the covers, her petite chest inflating and deflating as she breathes.
What came next was the only natural follow up. Looking deeply into Weiss' crystal eyes, the man nods his head downward. Weiss pauses, hitches her breath, then smiles wide, mouthing, "Yes." He feels his heart prepare to burst as he grabs hold of her panties, taking Weiss' hips in his hands. She immediately starts breathing heavier as he decides on whether or not to torture her; knowing the tension would make her squirm with pleasure, the man lowers her panties very slowly, waiting for any signs to tell him to stop.
Weiss bites her bottom lip as her boyfriend lowers her panties. As they reach the end of covering her womanhood, she forces herself to look at him, desperately urging him on. She is ready to accept him into herself, and she is uncertain of whether or not she likes the prolonging. With a final yank, the man draws her panties to her knees, fully exposing his girlfriend. Weiss moans in anticipation, beyond excited at the knowledge that someone she loves is viewing her naked body. The man finishes removing her underwear, relishing the fact that he is finally allowed to look at Weiss' glistening thighs with no obstruction.
Now that Weiss was completely naked and expecting satisfaction, the man quickly lowers his boxers and exposes his throbbing manhood. Weiss' eyes widen as she sees what would christen her as a woman. Her gaze shifts to a hunger brought on by her body's natural desire to be entered. Her sultry gaze quickly falls back to carnal passion as she unexpectedly feels pleasure before her boyfriend even enters her.
In a moment the man had been preparing for all his teenaged life, he continues pleasuring Weiss. Her hands draw to between her thighs, unsure of what she was feeling. The man, knowing that one day, he would be able to put it to full use, continues massaging Weiss with his Semblance; in a moment she, nor any woman, could have prepared for, she felt an invisible force explore her womanhood. Knowing her views on sex and her body, he's picked up that she wouldn't be quite comfortable with the idea of him going down on her, or even fingering. The man knows that that does wonders for a woman, but he can ease her into that while exploiting the loophole for the time being.
Weiss cries out, unable to contain her pleasure. The man continues delicately pushing his Semblance all around Weiss' sensitive areas; though best suited for moving small objects, his Semblance pushes each of her buttons without even needing to make contact. The expression of the man gently swirls around her clit, causing Weiss to feel feelings she had never had the pleasure of having before. Something he and everyone else picked up on was that Weiss was sexually repressed; she would never be the type to masturbate for any reason aside from release, and wouldn't explore herself. Something as impactful as someone massaging her clit was making all sorts of waves in her body.
The man makes Weiss suffer the experience of knowing physical, womanly pleasure. Before even penetrating her, she covers her mouth to scream out an orgasm while her boyfriend continues the attack. As Weiss rears up, ready to finish again, he slows down his Semblance and stops, giving her the chance to breathe. Panting, Weiss says, "I-I love you…" Deciding to prove that, the man ducks in close for a quick kiss before grabbing Weiss' legs. He starts pulling her waist close to the edge of the bed.
The man could never believe the feeling he's experiencing right now. He has entered Weiss, his erection enveloped by her dripping womanhood. All of the foreplay– the date, the foot rub, the clit massage– made Weiss effortless to enter, and as he begins thrusting his cock into her, it's also effortless to bring her pleasure. Her hands venture up to the man's shoulders, doing her best to hug with her body in the jelly state it is. Her boyfriend stares lovingly into her eyes, as she stares back into his; together, they lose their virginity to each other in messy, passionate love.
Soon, the man feels Weiss shake as she climaxes again. Doing his best, he puts his best effort into finishing. Weiss barely recovers before receiving the release into her; her eyes close tightly as she braces her body to accept a load of semen. With a final shudder, she collapses into the bed, unable to move a muscle. The man slowly pulls out, using his Semblance to gently touch Weiss' womanhood to ensure the process is pleasant and comfortable.
"We… we did it…" Weiss says through heavy pants. "I can't believe we just… made love." She gains a bit of her strength back and sits up, crossing her legs. "That was… nothing like I imagined!"
Unsure of what to say, the man sits down next to Weiss. She rests her damp forehead on his shoulder and breathes. "That felt amazing. Every bit of it."
"I'm so glad I lied about when I was coming home. Nothing to interrupt this moment." Weiss closes her eyes and takes a whiff of the smell of sex surrounding the two. "It took me a minute to figure out what you did. Between all the… moaning, of course."
"You like?"
"I love. I thought it would hurt, but… you… that…" Weiss trails off, losing herself in the love of the moment. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Eventually, Weiss yawns and looks around. "It's getting a bit late. Do you want to take a shower… with me?"
"I'd love to."
Both the man and Weiss get up from the bed and head to the bathroom. The two of them take a quick shower to wash the sweat and bodily fluids off, spending most of it kissing one another under the warm water and giggling between hugs. He and Weiss reacquaint themselves with the other's body, now allowed full access; the man excitedly helps Weiss apply soap to her breasts and butt, forever eager to touch what was now his to touch. He avoids her sex, still aware that Weiss would need to be eased into allowing that part of herself to be explored.
A few short minutes later, the man and Weiss dry off from the shared shower and get ready for bed. As if having sex with her wasn't good enough, tonight, he would be sharing a bed. As if THAT wasn't good enough, her choice of pajamas was one of his shirts that was previously lying around. The man climbs into bed and wraps his arms around her as his shirt slides off of her bare shoulder.
The man falls asleep smiling, Weiss in his arms.