[ One leg straightens out, but he can't stay on his side anymore. Switching hands didn't feel like it was an option -- it meant stopping, after all -- and his other one had little mobility thanks to being cramped under his side.
With an apologetic sound, he rolled onto his back, clear of her; though he kept his head turned her way. This was just as much for her as it was for him, after all, so she should see the look in his eyes when he reaches that plateau and his senses threaten to leap off the edge... ]