She isn't even sure why, but he doesn't actually have to do anything, just the words, just the thought sends a shiver through her and she finds she kind of can't wait until he can get his cast off. It doesn't seem to be getting in the way at the moment, but she's already looking forward to it being gone all the same. "Dude, are you kidding? How are these scrawny arms supposed to carry you anywhere?" she teases with a soft laugh, arching into his hands. She presses another kiss to his jaw before she moves to the other side, purposely avoiding his lips -- though just barely -- as she moves and although her intention that morning was to get herself into some kind of schedule, she figures this is a way better plan for the day. She can figure out her schedule tomorrow. Or never, if he wanted to do this again tomorrow.

"Besides, what's wrong with the couch?" she asks, both her hands slipping under his shirt now, tugging the material up gently. She really has no idea what might be too much right now, not because she thinks he'll have any problem with it, but because of his leg. She figures he'll say something if he needs to and until that point, anything is fair game. "It's been pretty good to us so far."