She's starting to lose patience - not with him, not specifically. It's more of a slowly building anticipation that's managed to reach its cresting here and now as he crawls over her, one hand keeping himself propped above her as he slides a knee between her legs and she rolls her hips down to feel him close. The heat between them is palpable, significantly felt even though there's still inches of distance hovering between his skin and hers, and she slides a hand up the breadth of his chest, over the curve of one shoulder and down along his back, fingers mapping out slight lines and smooth skin and the ridge of his spine. She's still got her panties on, and as far as logistics goes, they're going to be something of a complication in about ten seconds, but right now, she wants to feel every inch of him pressed against her, his warmth and weight covering her, and she beckons him down, mouth surging hungrily against his.