It isn't exactly a wrestler's move, and if Éowyn wanted to keep her seat, she thinks there is a good chance that she could push back against it. She does not try, and lets herself be rolled over with only a token resistance, grunting softly as she is pushed over onto her back. This once, as she had said, she will let herself be bested.

"You are the lightest that ever pinned me," she says, truthfully enough, and smiles. She will return in time to her doubts and fears, to thoughts of what this will all lead to - but for now, she is slick and wet beneath the rumpled folds of her petticoat, and her bare skin shivers with anticipation, and Mercutio's smile is an intoxicating view. There is no time for melancholy, just at the moment. "And now that you have?"

As she speaks, her hand comes up almost unconsciously, seeking out the hem of Mercutio's shirt, trying to find her way under it to feel the skin beneath.