He shakes his head emphatically, leaning forward to kiss a trail up her abdomen, giving her breasts a gentle squeeze before brushing his thumbs over her nipples. "Don't know if that's possible. We can fight about it, you can yell at me again." He smiles up at her as he runs his hands down her sides. He's pretty sure she'd beat him to a pulp if he really did do a DIY cast removal but hey, it would totally be for a good cause, and she'd probably at least wait until after they christened the couch. Still, they had agreed that they wanted it to be special and even though, yeah, this feels pretty goddamn special right now, it would be way better for both of them if they were both actually able to move freely.

"We've got time, we can wait" he agrees breathlessly, and he's starting to physically ache from how much he wants to not wait. He wants there to be nothing between them, to get to know every inch of her, to just feel her. A low moan sounds from his throat as he rolls his hips against her palm, and he thinks it's so unfair that she's got the advantage of being mobile here while he's fully at her mercy. "Really gonna be a pain the ass, though."