He shifts when prompted, kisses her more deeply, sneaks a hand under her shoulders to start pulling at her zipper. Her back presses his fingers into the mattress even when she tries to arch up for him, it’s a largely fumbling process and he probably should have had more patience, but he manages to get the dress open almost all the way down. He wants to run his hand up her spine, but there’s not enough room. It’ll have to wait.