Asher's hands on her now were more distracting than they had ever been before. After a slow inhale, she gave a small nod, a quiet hum slipping out.
"Mm-hmm..."
Asher's gaze sharpened at her response. His hand at her waist pulled her even closer, while the other slid up her thigh, his thumb brushing against the hem of the lingerie she wore, the delicate fabric just barely covering her skin. She was already warm, but with every second, the heat spread deeper.
Noticing how still she sat in his lap, her eyelids fluttering now and then, Asher paused.
"Weiss." He called her name with a steadier tone, the raw intent from earlier softened.
It made her look at him immediately, her breath catching again.
"You're sure? You really want to do this?" The way he asked, not just the words, but the way his eyes locked onto hers, made it clear. If she said no, if she even hesitated, he would stop without question. He wouldn't pressure her. He wouldn't even be upset.
Maybe it was knowing that which made her shift against him.
One hand slid up, trailing over the lines of his chest, finding the solid beat of his heart beneath his shirt. She traced the curve of his collarbone, gliding up his neck, fingers threading into the hair at the back of his head.
"I want this," she whispered.
Leaning in, her forehead brushed lightly against his, her breath warm against his lips. He could feel the need simmering inside her, barely held back even as she tried to stay in control.
"I've wanted to be with you for so long, but... I've been scared," Weiss confessed, her gaze briefly drifting away, avoiding his eyes for just a moment.
Asher didn't interrupt, allowing her to voice what had clearly been weighing on her for a long time.
"I kept thinking, maybe I'm rushing this, what if people find out, what would my father think? I... I even wondered if you really liked me, or if you were just after the Schnee name, like my father was with my mother." Each of her doubts hung in the air, especially the last one, the hesitation lingering in her voice.
Asher tilted his head slightly, his expression soft, and warmth filled his voice as he spoke.
"Weiss, you know that's not why."
She nodded slowly, her eyes meeting his with understanding.
"Yeah, I know. But it still haunted me. It felt like our relationship was being weighed down by so much... Until..." She paused, her gaze locking with his, before she continued.
"Until you were hospitalized. Just thinking about it... knowing you might've died... It hit me how much I would've regretted not showing you how much I enjoy having you in my life." Pain flickered in her eyes for a moment, a reflection of how she'd felt back then. But it quickly softened, replaced by the affection and longing she felt now.
"It made me certain that I want to be closer to you. To feel you in a way I've been holding back for so long." She pressed her head closer to his, every part of her telling him this was what she truly wanted.
Asher's expression remained neutral, but he nodded slowly, hearing her words and feeling the sincerity behind them.
"Alright. No more regrets, then." His voice was firm, more of a resolution than a question.
Weiss nodded in return, mirroring his sentiment.
"No more regrets."
The space between them closed in what felt like an eternity, their breaths and mouths meeting. It started as a slow kiss, their lips moving in sync, Asher's hands tightening on her body while Weiss pulled him closer, her hand gripping his neck.
The quiet room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, their moans mixing with the crackle of the fireplace.
Weiss shifted on his lap, her legs spreading as she moved from sitting to straddling him. One of her hands slid to his waist, the other slipping under the edge of her lingerie, gently caressing the skin just above her abdomen.
"Asher..." Weiss's voice was thick with need, her hand reaching for his shoulder, gripping his shirt.
It was like an unending rise, their heat never fading, mirroring their movements as the intensity between them built with each passing moment. Weiss's hips shifted slightly as their tongues intertwined, each kiss pulling them closer, deeper, in ways neither of them could ignore.
Soon, the hand under her lingerie moved higher, and Asher's mouth drifted down from her lips.
Weiss gasped out a breathless moan, tilting her head back as Asher's lips brushed the corner of her mouth, then trailed down her jaw to the soft skin of her neck. The heat between them made her pulse race beneath his lips.
Her hips pressed against his hands, her body soft and responsive, urging him to explore further. The hand on her waist slid up her back, slipping under her hair to trace the smooth skin beneath it.
Asher's mouth trailed lower, occasionally pulling gently at her collarbone, only to be soothed by the flick of his tongue. The sensation made Weiss lean back slightly, his hand steadying her as her mind drowned in the feeling.
She wasn't the only one feeling it, though.
After a moment, Weiss noticed it—an unusual shape pressing against her whenever she shifted her hips forward. She knew what it was, and just the thought of it made every sensation from him feel even more intense, washing over her like a tidal wave.
As Asher's attention moved to the top of her chest, near the curve of her breast, Weiss gasped when his mouth touched a place it had never been before. Another soft moan slipped from her lips, her grip on his neck and shoulder tightening, unknowingly pulling him closer.
"Asher, it feels..." She didn't finish the sentence, but she didn't need to. They were both feeling it, sharing the same overwhelming sensations in that moment.
Slowly, Asher shifted her off his lap and onto the couch, their combined weight pressing the cushions beneath them. Their mouths met again, this kiss less controlled, the softness of intimacy giving way to something deeper—something they'd both longed for, the burn of desire.
The hand that had been on her back moved down to her stomach, sliding up toward her chest, brushing against the fabric that clung to her body. Finally, it reached her breast, and the thin fabric barely offered any resistance. Weiss gasped sharply as his hand caressed the curve of her mound.
Asher could feel it, the way her body responded—her peak already hard beneath her clothes, pushing against them. Each gentle flick of his thumb sent shocks of sensation through her, every movement making her body tremble with increasing intensity. Her breath quickened, her chest rising as she whimpered under his touch.
For a moment, Asher pulled back, his gaze sweeping over her. She lay back, legs spread, with him nestled between them. Half of her body was bathed in the warm glow of the furnace nearby, casting shadows that highlighted her every curve.
Her eyes were clouded with desire, her hands never leaving his shoulder, as if she couldn't bear to let him go.
"Do- Don't stop..." Weiss muttered through breathless, heat-laden words, the way she said it causing Asher's gaze to darken, just a little.
"You shouldn't say things like that," he murmured back, his lips finding hers again in a heavy kiss that seemed to take every bit of breath from her lungs. Then, without missing a beat, his hand that had been caressing her breast moved lower, reaching the edge of her lingerie.
Weiss barely had time to gasp before his right hand slid under her clothes, moving across her bare stomach, then up to her breast once more. As Asher kneaded into the soft flesh, his fingers teasing over her nipple, Weiss sucked in a breath.
At the same time, his left hand moved slowly over the curve of her upper thigh, traveling from the outer edge to the inner part of her leg. He hadn't touched her there yet, but he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, the thin fabric of her underwear the only barrier between them.
As his left hand continued to slide upwards, Weiss's eyes, barely focused, glanced down.
Asher wasn't kissing her now, his face hovering just above hers. But his eyes were locked on her, dark and intense, a gaze usually fixed elsewhere, now directed entirely at her pleasure.
"Ahh..." The sound that escaped her was barely more than a gasp as his hand brushed against the fabric covering her most sensitive area. Even though it wasn't direct contact, it sent another jolt through her, her body arching in response.
But Asher could tell she was far beyond just being turned on. The fabric of her underwear, which had been keeping her hidden, was soaked. She didn't get like this just from him pushing her onto the couch. No, she had been like this for a while now—probably ever since she sat on his lap.
A slight smile curved Asher's lips as he whispered against her ear, his words warm and teasing, "You've soaked through your underwear, you know that?"
Weiss's voice caught, her mind scrambling for something to say. Her face was already burning, but hearing Asher say something like that sent a fresh wave of embarrassment and pleasure crashing through her.
"I-" She barely got the first word out before she felt Asher's left hand—or rather, just one finger—slide up along the fabric of her underwear, tracing over the outline of her heat, slick and obvious against the thin material.
His name slipped from her lips like a prayer, soft and breathless, repeated between the heated sounds of her labored breathing.
That was when the first real boundary was crossed.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Asher shifted her soaked underwear to the side with his left hand. His right hand stayed at her breast, working her in that same agonizingly slow, stimulating rhythm.
And then she felt it again, one of his fingers brushing along her folds, this time against her bare, aching skin.
It almost felt cruel, the way he made her wait. He lingered there, teasing the entrance, prodding just enough to keep her gasping, never quite giving her what her body clearly wanted.
But eventually, it happened.
His finger slid into her slick warmth, and the world around Weiss narrowed down to nothing but the couch and the crackling fire beside them. The second time he pressed deeper, she instinctively tightened around him, the only sounds escaping her lips soaked in pleasure.
When he was buried as deep as he knew she could handle, he began to move slow, deliberate pumps that dragged along her inner walls, making her body tense and shudder, clenching around him again and again.
On the other hand, Asher's mouth got back to work—but not in the same way as before.
His right hand, which had been kneading and playing with her breast, stopped simply moving beneath her lingerie. Instead, his arm moved in time with the way her back kept arching up into his touch.
Slowly, more of her body became exposed—from the curves of her pelvis and the fabric of her underwear still slid to the side, to her abdomen, stomach, and finally her breast. As the lingerie was tugged higher, the fabric brushed over her sensitive skin, until both hardened peaks were left bare to the night air, her flawless, pale skin practically glistening.
It went without saying, but Weiss's body was toned from all her years of training.
Not heavily muscular—her strength was centered in her aura more than physical power—but Asher could see it clearly. Whether it was the definition in her thighs or the subtle firmness in her upper body, now fully revealed, he noticed every way her skin stretched and how muscles shifted underneath.
"Beautiful," he murmured—not exactly to her, but as a truth that had to be spoken aloud.
Hearing that, Weiss's mouth tightened in a small, embarrassed grimace as she shook her head, her body still tingling from the feeling of his finger moving inside her.
"Don't...don't say that at a time like this..."
In response, Asher dipped his head lower, and she felt his breath, followed by his voice, against the bare skin of her stomach.
"Why not? It's true." As he spoke, she felt his lips press a kiss against her stomach, sending a completely different sensation rippling through her.
It didn't stop there. He began peppering a slow trail of kisses upward, along the curve of her body, until his mouth reached her breast from below.
"A- Asher, wait, what are you-" Weiss's voice faltered completely as she looked down and caught sight of him. His tongue slid over the curve of her breast, leaving a glistening trail behind. Even then, even while touching her like this, his eyes stayed locked on hers, watching her reaction, not her body.
The intensity of it made her legs squeeze together, pressing into Asher's waist on either side.
"Relax," he muttered, voice low and coaxing, just before his tongue flicked lightly over the peak of her breast.
The sensation made her body jolt—almost as sharply as when he first slid his finger inside her.
Without pause, Asher's mouth closed around her breast, his tongue circling her nipple slowly before giving it careful attention, sucking gently now and then, each motion deliberate and teasing.
"Nghh...!"
For the first time, Weiss's voice fully broke. Her moan echoed out into the heated air of the room, raw and unrestrained.
One hand flew to her mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle the sound, but even so, the pleasure twisting her expression was unmistakable.
Seeing how she tried to hold back, Asher's eyes narrowed slightly. Down below, he slid a second finger into her soaking heat.
Weiss's walls clenched hard the moment he did, the tightness around him forcing a brief pause, right as another loud moan tore itself from her lips, her body arching even more sharply than before.
"Oh...!" She couldn't hold it in anymore.
Pleasure flooded her system from two different points of contact, overwhelming every effort to stay quiet. Asher noticed immediately—the way her body tensed tighter and tighter, something curling deep inside her as his fingers found exactly where she was weakest.
"Asher-" She tried to say his name, but it was broken apart by another sharp moan.
"It's okay. Go ahead," Asher murmured, his mouth lifting briefly from her breast before he latched back on, his tongue and lips moving faster against her sensitive skin.
"I-I'm... I can't—Ahh!" Weiss's head snapped back, hips pushing desperately against Asher's hand as she came hard.
Her whole body trembled, waves of pleasure crashing through her. One hand clutched the back of his shirt; the other tangled into his hair, pulling him tighter against her as she rode the overwhelming surge of sensation.
Asher could feel it—the way she spasmed around his fingers, each ripple traveling up and down her body, making every part of her quake. He kept holding her, steady and grounded, letting her ride out every last aftershock.
By the time she finally stilled, her breathing had slowed just slightly.
She lay there, almost limp, trying to catch her breath.
Asher, meanwhile, gently slid his fingers from her, a trail of her arousal clinging to him as he pulled away.
Asher held his glistening fingers up, in full view of both himself and Weiss, a low chuckle escaping him as he spoke.
"Well, looks like someone had a good time." For a second, it looked like Weiss wanted to argue—but she couldn't summon the energy. Instead, she laughed along with him, her voice soft and a little breathless.
"You're way too good at that..."
"Well, that's definitely an ego boost," Asher quipped, starting to sit up and move away from her.
But before he could, Weiss's legs shifted, wrapping around him and trapping him in place.
Glancing back at her, he caught the shift in her expression as she spoke.
"Where are you going? What about..." Her words trailed off as his hand pointed casually down at his pants.
"Hmm, you still have the energy for that? I didn't want to overwhelm you." He said it lightly, almost sweetly—but the effect made Weiss frown at him, as much as she could manage to frown while looking completely wrecked anyway. Her hair was still clinging to her damp skin in messy strands.
"Asher...I don't want to be the only one who felt good from this. I want us to go all the way."
Asher paused, the weight of her words settling between them. He stared at her for a long moment before sighing and brushing his hair back with his right hand—the one not soaked in her.
"Well, alright then... if you're sure you can handle it." This time, when he sat up, Weiss let him go.
She lay back against the couch, still catching her breath, but her gaze stayed locked on him.
She watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside onto the floor, revealing the toned lines of his body.
When his hands moved next to the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly lowering them down, Weiss could feel it—the fading fire inside her flaring back up, a second wind building as the air around them seemed to grow hotter once again.
After sliding his pants low enough, Asher's member sprang free, surprising Weiss as her eyes widened. It was the first time she had ever seen him, or any boy, completely naked. She knew the facts, of course. She had studied and read about it plenty. But knowing something and experiencing it firsthand were two very different things.
"You- You're really, um...hard..." Weiss stammered, her voice catching in little pauses.
As Asher leaned back over her, hands braced on either side, he let out a low, amused laugh.
"Of course I am. Have you seen yourself?"
"Right..." Weiss mumbled, her eyes flickering down. Now that he was leaning closer, every inch of him hovered dangerously near her stomach.
For a moment, a flash of hesitancy—maybe even worry—crossed her face. But underneath it all, there was excitement too, and it made her throat tighten as she swallowed.
"You still sure you're ready?" Asher asked, his voice softer now. Weiss didn't hesitate long. She lay back against the couch, baring herself to him, nodding with conviction.
"Hmhm, how many times are you going to ask?"
"It's your first time, Weiss. I don't want you to regret anything," he said quietly.
"I won't... I promise," Weiss whispered, reaching up to touch his arms, her fingers brushing in a gentle caress.
Asher didn't say anything more. He just nodded once and shifted lower, one hand moving to guide himself.
Weiss felt the tension rise sharply as she waited—and then she felt it.
The head of him brushed against her slick slit, gliding slowly up and down, occasionally bumping against her clit and sending muffled moans slipping out of her mouth. He didn't push in yet—he just teased, letting her body adjust to the sensation.
Finally, Asher stopped at her entrance and began to press forward.
It was slow, careful—but Weiss could immediately feel herself opening up to him, the pressure building as he pressed between her thighs.
Her hands, which had been stroking his arms a second ago, suddenly tightened into fists. Her eyes squeezed shut. On Asher's end, he could feel it—she was more than wet enough, but she was impossibly tight.
For the first time during all of this, his breathing turned rough and uneven.
Just ahead of him, he could feel the resistance—Weiss's barrier that marked her first.
"You ready?" He coaxed, his voice drawing her eyes open again. Weiss looked up at him, her chest rising and falling quickly, but she nodded.
"Yeah...go ahead."
That was all he needed.
Asher pushed forward, and almost instantly Weiss let out a muffled cry, her nails digging sharply into his arms. He felt the final resistance yield—and then he was fully inside her.
"Ah... Ah, okay. Ow...ow..." Weiss whimpered, her voice strained and pained.
"Take deep breaths," Asher said, his own face tightening as he stayed buried inside her.
Weiss gave a slight nod, focusing on controlling her breathing. Her heart pounded so loudly it filled her ears, but slowly, as they stayed like that, unmoving, the pain began to recede, dulling under the steady rhythm of her breath. After a few more seconds, she looked up at him and spoke softly.
"Okay...I'm good. You can start moving now." Asher obeyed, but he moved carefully, slowly.
As he pulled out just a little, he felt Weiss's body tense again—part pain, part the overwhelming sensation of being filled like this for the first time.
For a while, the tension in her body stayed tight and rigid, but slowly, gradually, it began to loosen.
The small, pained whimpers that had escaped her earlier started to fade, replaced by something else. Deep inside her, something new was building—like a trickle of water gathering force behind a dam.
Weiss's hands moved, sliding from his arms up to his back, clutching him closer. A soft moan slipped from her lips without warning.
"Mmm..."
"F-Faster...you can go faster," she whispered, her voice catching but sure. Asher paused for only a moment, meeting her eyes, then shifted his hips, drawing out more smoothly before sinking back into her with a quicker, firmer thrust.
He immediately felt the difference.
The way her body pulsed around him. The way she grew wetter by the second, soaking him with her arousal.
Asher's breathing started to roughen, growing heavier as he moved. And underneath him, he felt her moving too—subtle, tentative at first, but matching his rhythm all the same.
"Holy...holy, this is...this feels amazing," Weiss panted, her breath catching between every word. Without warning, her hands clutched tighter around Asher's back, pulling him down to her. Their mouths met in a messy, desperate kiss, neither one stopping the steady rhythm of their bodies moving together.
Even as their lips crushed against each other, Asher's hips never paused, each thrust driving deeper, making Weiss whimper into the kiss.
When they finally broke apart—both gasping, their lips swollen from how fiercely they had devoured each other—something slipped from Weiss's lips without thinking as she panted and stared up at him.
"Asher... I- I love you." The words hung in the air, heavy and raw.
Weiss froze almost the moment she said it, her eyes snapping wide open as she stared up at him. For a split second, panic flared through her chest. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about it—those feelings had been growing stronger for a long time—but she had never actually said it aloud.
She didn't know how Asher would react.
But instead of worry—or fear—Asher simply looked stunned, the motion of his hips pausing as he processed her words.
Then, slowly, his lips curled into a small smile.
His hand lifted, brushing gently along the side of her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek with a tenderness that made her heart ache. Without speaking, he leaned down and kissed her again—deep and slow—and as their mouths met once more, his body began to move again.
There were no more words between them after that.
Only the thick heat between their bodies, the slick sounds of skin against skin, and the moans and gasps that filled the space around them, blending with the crackling air of the night.