Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

Had Fin been able to see beneath the fur to see how red his cheeks became from her teasing, she would have been absolutely delighted. As it was, she had to rely on reading his body language, which the reserved male did not relinquish easily. He uttered a single word in response to her provocative declaration, giving her little to feed off of were she to push the topic. Unfortunately, she didn't need to for he suddenly admitted defeat.

Fin gave him a pout, but her shoulders shook lightly from the chuckle that bounced around in her chest. She quirked a brow as he mentioned having someone back home. "Oh yeah? I promise I won't tell her," she added before she remembered the game was over, "Sorry, I'm just screwing with ya. You make a delightful target. You should work on that." She gave him a grin that masked the slight disappointment she felt at the fact that there would be nothing happening between the two of them. Likely it was the still very recent sting of being "rejected" by Finn, but she actually was feeling rather reckless and frisky, even with the throbbing pain in her backside.