Redhawk Caldera where you lead.

Finley felt the butterflies stirring in the pit of her stomach when he responded, saying he might have been about to kiss her;.  She gave him a little pout, but there was mirth in her eyes.  He posed an excellent question then.  What would have happened to them had he done it?

Her immediate thought was what wouldn't have happened - Grimm.  The thought made her stomach clench unpleasantly.  She rarely allowed herself to think of that terrible moment.  It had certainly been one of the worst in her life, though it was difficult to deny that they may never had faced their feelings for each other had it not happened.  But no, no, no.. they would've figured it out - Fin was not about to give that whore any credit for their relationship.

But that was besides the point.  The Blackthorn smiled softly as her mate admitted to being glad that she'd hit him.  Her tongue flicked out gently against the tip of her nose as her tail wriggled.  "You really ought to be thanking that moth that showed up," Fin quipped with a sagely nod and a smirk.  She'd already admitted to him long ago that there had never been a moth, but it still made her laugh to joke about it.