Redhawk Caldera where you lead.

As much as Fin thoroughly enjoyed bombarding him with kisses (even well after he'd cried out his defeat), she did eventually tire.  She settled her lower half down into the water beside him, leaving the rest of herself laying upon him so that their chests were pressed against each other.  She tucked her muzzle between her paws she leaned forward to reach her nose to his in that familiar way they always did.  

"Sorry about punching you in the face all that time ago," Fin said randomly, a sheepish grin flitting across her muzzle.  It was a moment that should have been exciting and wonderful, but the Blackthorn had instead made it super awkward and awful.  She remembered how he had kept away from her after that, but they'd eventually come back around to each other again.  It was actually quite reminiscent of how they'd gotten together in the first place.  Always trying to stay away for one reason or another, but soon enough, they were back together again.  It was simply impossible to stay apart.