Romi nipped his bottom lip just before he moved away from her mouth and she sighed, feeling the warmth of his mouth through her ratty old sweater. She struggled underneath him, not wanting him to stop but needing to get her sweater off at the very least. Finally she pushed him away just a little bit in frustration and pulled up her sweater, taking her tank top with it. Swiping them over her head, she huffed and threw them across her livingroom, "Better?" She asked and nodded, answering her own question, "Better" - and now she was underneath her best friend clad in just a bra and her torn jean shorts, and she was nervous. Romi had never been nervous about this sort of thing in her life - not when she lost her virginity to Gwenog Jones, not the first time she and Cormac McLaggen snuck out to the Quidditch Pitch after curfew in school. She looked up at him, her hands moving to the top of his jeans, toying with the cloth there, pulling him to her by it.