She did not put much weight at all on him, in fact she was light as a feather, so far as he was concerned, at least in this form. He could have easily carried her sitting on one of his shoulders, and perhaps if she knew that then she would stop trying not to rest all her weight on him.

His chin tipped up as prompted, grinning softly at her words as he returned each lazy kiss. Letting his hands roam over her skin, up her back and down her sides, up again to follow the curve of her shoulders, he nodded. "You're right. Much, much sweeter."