You push her away before she can drift any lower. Friction creates heat and sheets fly as you wrestle, neither allowing the other to gain the advantage. That is, until you suddenly find yourself pinned again, her forelegs hold your hands above your head as you both reach an impasse of strength. This is just embarrassing you’re at least two of her. Her nose meets yours and you exchange hot breath and an intense look at close range; despite your position you let the law be known, “Stop struggling Dash! You still owe me ten seconds!"