Redhawk Caldera ain't nobody love like you do.

It had been a while for the pair (I assumed the same!) since their last entanglement. The canyon Finley had opened between them had seemed for some time to be one no bridge could stretch across, and she had spent far too much time worried that her mate didn't want to be around her anymore to try and connect with him in this way. But those days seemed like a long past nightmare in that moment. It was with eager excitement that she shifted her body beneath his as he moved, though there was a touch of paranoid anxiety with it as well that disappeared the instant their bodies connected.

Fin didn't pay attention to how much time went by as they kerflompled, but when they finally separated and she slid down onto her belly, it felt as though she'd run a 5k. She sighed heavily and rolled onto her side, twisting her head to gaze at him. "I like you," she said after a moment, her words slightly slurred as though she were intoxicated with alcohol, not sexing.