Giving him a sideways smile, Summer looped her leg around his, using him as a balance point, and bore him down to the ground with her. “Different kind of stable.” Then she sat on him.
Mordred groaned, feeling all the air release from his lungs. “I – was meant to do that” he wheezes, his face reddening.
“I’ve known cats who are more convincing at that than you.” Summer slid off to the grass. “Do you yield?” She grinned at him.