Firefly Glen These never-ending worries pulling on my sleeves

Keen relaxed when it became clear that their game was fairly low-stakes, and she did in fact have a chance at keeping up. And the view from behind was, of course, the highlight of this pursuit. A brief flash of a smile crossed her features when she caught the other woman looking back, and blue eyes met lavender for just a moment.
She almost missed their sharp turn away from the trees, not for lack of ability but for lack of paying attention. Increasingly she found herself distracted by — I mean, hot medic, hello??? But Keen caught on at the last moment and decided then that it was time to end the chase. She closed the distance between them after hopping over the stream, until she was close enough to press her nose briefly into the pretty flaxen fur at the woman's neck. Just a quick touch, full of implication but not demanding.