How exactly is Kate deciding which is which? Maybe this is pleasure because it's for fun--which it is, now, as deep as Johanna's competitive streak runs and as angry as she perpetually is, there is some level of fun to this. Sweaty body-to-body contact, is that your idea of fun?--but she doesn't have the breath with which to reply, for all that she's straining to keep herself unchoaked.

Only it gives her an idea. As Kate hauls her forward, it lets in a little more oxygen, it clears Johanna's head--and it shoves her face against Kate's stomach again, she doesn't have the time in which to twist away. But that suits her fine. The coupe de grâce, here: when Kate pulls her forward, when her face gets crushed against Kate, Johanna's fingertips push in on their grip, and she flat-out kisses Kate's stomach.

It's a little squashed, a little clumsy and crushed, but there's no mistaking it for what it is. Just for the hell of it, just to see how she'll react--but Johanna is pretty certain of how she'll react. And if she doesn't, well. Johanna isn't a graceful loser. But she'll make up for it. Just don't say she went out without a fight, whatever finishing move she used.