"Yield." Her arm wrapped around his middle, pressing him against her, her other hand held the deadly dagger to his throat.
"Not likely." The gruff voice replied, before George hooked his ankle around his wife's leg, his hand pushing her wrist from his throat. He leaned over Alanna, grinning.
"Never was the submittin' kind, you know."
The King's Champion lay very still for a few minutes, hurling herself squarely into George's chest, rolling him so that she perched neatly on his chest.
"Neither am I!"
A warm chuckle rumbled in George's chest, as he tugged Alanna down for a kiss.