"Fuck," she breathes as his lips move over her skin and she can hear that he's agreeing with her -- they have time -- but she thinks she's going to actually have to physically back off if they want to stop. Not that she wants to stop, not when he runs his hands down her sides, goosebumps rising across her skin in the wake of his fingers. Her hand is still between them and she rubs down again at the same time as his hips move up. They're both just making things worse.

She remembers T teaching her how to give a blow job to get out of having sex, but this is completely different, she doesn't want to get out of having sex and she's pretty sure going down on him now isn't going to be any easier with a cast than actually sleeping with him.

"Am I making this harder?" she asks, then laughs, because that's not how she meant that to come out and she shakes her head. "I just... we're not helping ourselves, are we?"