"Probably about as badly as I want you," she answers, breath catching at the feel of his hand on her breast and her back arches, pressing into his touch. She lifts one hand from the waist of his pants, taking his free hand in hers and lifting it to press his palm against her other breast. Cutting off the cast is a terrible idea, one she definitely isn't going to encourage, but on the other hand, she totally gets where he's coming from, because she feels like they've waited long enough for this. It's been a week since Halloween and that's more than long enough. Except she knows they have to wait longer because it might not be so difficult to navigate the cast if they'd already been here, if she already knew how he'd move and what to expect, but she's not sure they'll be able to manage it now. Not without a little experience.

"Don't cut your cast off," she says breathlessly, pushing her hand between them, lifting her hips so she can press her palm down against him. "We've got time, right?" It's not like they have to rush, she's not going anywhere and she doesn't think he is either. "We can wait." She really doesn't want to have to, but she can control herself for him.