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The few pieces of hair that managed to sweep his forehead from under his hood were soon frosted white from the cold, yet damp, chill in the air. His exposed cheeks and nose had tingled painfully at first, but were soon numb from exposure, and while he doubted frostbite was really a risk, he found himself adjusting his scarf, pulling it a bit higher as they moved along. Speaking, he felt, was a waste of the energy he needed to keep from going hypothermic (an exaggeration of course, though he was seriously concentrating too much on not letting the cold bother him to really feel like talking.). Ripley had, without a doubt, found a nice completely off the map spot somewhere near Canada's frigid a** crack to hide himself in, and as of yet Finn still couldn't decide if he had been fortunate in having been given an invitation to tag along.

Reaching the inn seemed to take forever, and by the time they did so, Finn was very much regretting his typical choice in footwear. Leather boots, with no winter lining what so ever, had soon become stiff with the cold, his toes freezing, his steps becoming slightly more hobbled and painful as they went. He couldn't wait to get inside to get them off, so one could only imagine his disappointment they arrived, only to be told they could keep their footwear on.

No. No, Finn was actually just going to take those off now.

Before that could happen, of course, he needed to shrug off the snow that had accumulated on his person, flipping his hood back to shake it off before shaking himself much like an overgrown dog might and letting out a "brrrr"ing sound while pulling his scarf down around his neck and giving himself that first full breath of warm inside air. His appendages were tingling again, especially the fronts of his legs, his fingers, and his cheeks, and he took off his gloves to rub his hands together while having a quick glance around.

Huh. Interesting. Except not really all that interesting at all. More like shabby.

Still, it was hard to complain given their typical living conditions on Deus.

When the middle aged man rounded the corner, Finn's gaze went to him, though it quickly shot to Ripley as he cut the other man off. "Ripley what now?" He asked in a hushed whisper with a smirk, unzipping his jacket but leaving it on for now.

After that it was a matter of waiting while Ripley and the other man conversed before they were being led to their room (but first, boots off).

Soon enough they were led to their room, and Finn dropped his boots off somewhere just inside the door but out of the way of being tripped on, again silent as he took in the room around them.

"I feel like I'm at my grandma's house." He finally said, with only a hint of complaint in his voice. Following Ripley's lead, he shrugged his bag off of his shoulder and set it down on the end of the bed, before he began to strip off as well.

And while he was doing so. "You broke the tradition." He observed, pulling his arms out of his jacket and finding a place to set it down, putting gloves in the pockets and his scarf around the collar.

The name thing was tucked away for later. Finn was definitely bringing that up again. Anything that had Ripley responding so strongly and abruptly had to have been good, too good to just let go.

But irritating his not-boyfriend was not so important at the present moment that he sought to press his question right away. Instead, he was moving around the room, his outdoor attire having been shed, taking a closer look at what he had gotten himself into for the day. "And you chose this instead?" He asked, eyebrows raising as he cast a glance back at the other man. "Always BDSM dungeon first. Jesus." He sounded serious, but smiled shortly after he said it, though in typical Finn fashion it was a chilly smile, one that actually would have been more at home in the aforementioned dungeon.

Soon after this he was making a tsking noise. "Not that." He murmured, though he was quite aware of which tradition Ripley was speaking of.

He had gone back to his inspection, when he heard the other man approach him from behind. He was only able to turn partially back towards him when he felt a kiss against the side of his neck, and a shiver, only partially from the cold brush of Ripley's nose against warming skin, traveled down his spine. Yes, it was a very nice distraction, quite short lived as he felt a cold hand slide up and then press against his skin beneath his shirt, eliciting a sharp hiss from Finn as he jerked back, hand going to Ripley's wrist as if to tear the other mans hand free from it's current location.

But the shock of the cold passed quickly. He still felt the chill of Ripley's fingers, bare for once, against his skin, but it was not nearly so unpleasant as it had been a split second before, and so, instead of getting away from the offending limb as fast as humanly possible, he held it in place a moment longer, before his own hand moved over top of Ripley's, and fingers threaded with his to finally draw it back out from under his shirt and away from his skin. "That." He started, "Was a dirty trick." But he didn't let go. He didn't want to. How often did he get to actually feel Ripley's hands, bare, without the gloves, after all? Probably about as often as Finn discarded his eyepatch, which wasn't often at all.

Instead he moved closer, and leaned down to give Ripley a kiss, perhaps leaving himself wide open for the other man's second hand to do as it wished, but now prepared for that possibility, and, perhaps, even willing. "I think we should break in that bed." He murmured against the other mans lips before nipping at the bottom one, and moving just enough to trail smaller, lighter kisses against the other mans jaw.

"And I believe that I implied that it shouldn't have even come to a coin toss. Pretty obvious what the superior choice would have been, really." Finn grinned, not at all put off by Ripley's frown, his shrug, his overall somehow too serious yet also somehow completely nonchalant attitude. It was just something that he had grown used to, that he had, actually, come to rather like.

".......You think they actually have a sex shop in this town?" He asked, as if taking Ripley's observation seriously, before he let out a low chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest, hands tucking into armpits to aid in warming them up. "We can probably find an alleyway while looking around for one." He offered with a sidelong glance and a subtle waggle of his eyebrows. It seemed that, perhaps, Ripley had discovered the tradition that Finn had first been alluding to.

Not that any of that even mattered anymore. All banter and mild discontent at their location was set aside as Finn was soon consumed by other matters entirely. Desire, lust, an odd albeit small but nonetheless off putting sense of giddiness at seeing Ripley grin, and for that grin to perhaps actually mean something, to not just be a fake or insincere, not just part of some act. It added fuel to the fire that burned across Finn's skin, that made him eager to feel the press of Ripley's lips against his own, to feel the other man touch him, to feel his hot, bare body against his own.

He felt Ripley pushing him towards the bed with one hand, and with only very little reluctance, let his other hand twist free, before both of his own were sliding up Ripley's shirt, likely a bit chilly themselves, though not able to do much before a rough shove sent him backwards, the bed hitting the back of his knees, sprawling him out backwards, landing on his elbows with momentary shock that was soon replaced with a wide grin as Ripley was quite suddenly crawling on top of him.

And where Finn was usually not so keen on letting others take control, he felt surprisingly at ease and, in fact, actually rather appreciated Ripley's sudden desire to take charge of the situation. "Mmmm, sounds like a good plan to me." he murmured, feeling Ripley's fingers slip beneath the strings of his eyepatch to tug it off and doing nothing to stop him.

It didn't bother him anymore, he found. Not with Ripley, at least. He was growing used to it, used to the way the other man was still able to look at him in exactly the same way, without judgement or disgust. He returned the kiss full force, hands finding themselves on the other man once more, tugging on clothing, attempting to pull them off, finding himself rather eager to see where this "in charge" Ripley was going to take things.

It was not often that Finn let Ripley, or anybody for that matter, take charge. When he did, it was usually difficult to let go, and to just enjoy the experience for what it was. Now, however, it seemed to different. Maybe it was because he trusted the other man (as much as he could), or maybe he had just found a way to still feel in control even while he was not. Whichever the case, he had indeed found it quite pleasurable, and when it was finished he took his time to bask silently in the afterglow, an arm wrapped loosly around Ripley's bare shoulders, eye halfidded and staring at the place where the back furthest wall met the ceiling. He realized, quite out of nowhere, that he wouldn't mind staying like this for quite a while longer, quiet, comfortable, and warm from within where they had burrowed themselves beneath the sheets and blankets. And then, it finally dawned on him how such a cold and ridiculously remote location could be actually be appealing...though he had to wonder how it could have been so if Ripley had come alone.

Maybe he'd had plans on ordering an escort.

When Ripley spoke, and began to move away, Finn let out a small sound of protest before he could stop himself, his arm flexing and tightening around the other man slightly, until he realized what he was doing, frowned, and slid his arm away instead. pushing himself so that he was sitting up in the bed made the sheet and blanket fall away, exposing bare skin to the cold air, and he shivered, though did nothing to hide within their depths once more as he watched, with sudden amusement, as the other man crossed the room, naked and obviously quite chilly if his hurried steps were any indication, before returning with gifts in arm.

And then Finn realized he would have to do the same in order to get Ripley his gifts, and suddenly it was no longer quite so funny, a small smirk slipping away when the other man slid back into the comfort of the bed.

Still oddly silent, he turned and reached for the gifts, quietly hating the fact that Ripley had gotten him anything at all for Christmas of all things, but also curious and perhaps greedy enough not to complain.

The tacked on "Happy belated Birthday" did at least help matters a little bit.

"It's not a bomb, is it?" He finally asked with a small smile as he began to unwrap the first gift, finger digging beneath paper an tape to pull it free before he commenced with tearing the rest of the wrapping paper off in order to free it's contents. As the first strip came off, he saw familiar colors and shapes and characters all depicted on a cover.

"...You didn't." His motions had paused for a moment, before he continued on and finished, only to find himself staring down at a small box set of dvd's, a note that was barely given a passing though stuck to it's side.

"Hoooly s**t. You actually did." He couldn't help it. He smiled. No, not just a smile, he grinned with something akin to childish delight, even his eye for once not holding it's usual sharp coldness.

The other present was, for the moment, completely forgotten about.

Finn could appreciate the fact that Ripley spared him of cold limbs, though it was obvious from his behavior that venturing out into the chill of the room had not been a pleasant experience. "Don't they have a heater in this place?" Finn asked, scoffing, a moment before moving closer to Ripley, bracing himself for the cold of his feet as he shifted near enough to press skin against cold skin, because he was just kind like that when it wasn't being forced on him.

To his credit, he didn't even make a face at the cold, instead too focused on the packages he had been given.

He smirked a little at Ripley's words. "You make it sound like I'm going to hog tie you and force you to watch it with me." He stared at the cover a bit longer before setting it to the side and leaning in for a rather lengthy kiss, free hand slipping to the back of Ripley's head, fingers entangling in white hair until he pulled away just enough to murmur. "Thank you."

And then he was pulling away completely because he still had one more gift to open, though he highly doubted Ripley could top the first one at this point. Tearing the paper asunder, he frowned slightly at what he first saw, not quite processing it just yet. The whole thing appeared to come in a box, and it took him a moment to read exactly what it was that he was getting.

He blinked in surprise. It was an unexpected gift, and, he assumed, if it was of any kind of good quality (which is should be because these were surgical tools) was quite expensive.

"This is..." His thumb run over the box. "Really great." He smiled, and let out a short breath, almost like a half laugh. Honestly, he just wasn't sure how to react.

Finn needed a moment to let that thought sink in, before he scoffed. "******** island, ruining my great Canadian heritage of being able to withstand extreme cold. Just takes and takes, doesn't it?" He was half joking, a small smile on his lips, but there was a part of him deep down that actually did resent this fact. "You know what we need to do then, don't you? Keep our bodies conditioned by visiting only cold places together always." The together had managed to slip it's way into that sentence without Finn really meaning for it to, but while he did nothing to correct himself, the slip had been slightly startling, even to himself.

It was like he was beginning to think of he and Ripley in terms of actually being a "couple", like he could just assume that when he went someplace, Ripley would go with him. It was somehow equal parts aggravating and comforting, in that this could, potentially, be a problem later down the line but really, for now, it was just nice to not think of oneself in terms of always being alone in future ventures.

With both presents opened, Finn could lazily wrap a free arm around Ripley, fingers tracing idly down the other man's side as he leaned back into the pillows and headboard behind him. A moment of silence passed before he replied, though there was a smirk on his face when he did so.

"What if, say, it was an emergency?"

Ripley's quiet reply made Finn wince inwardly, his paranoia over his small slip making him believe instantly that the other man was focusing on it as well. The moon hunter might have been able to convince himself that it was nothing, but there was little he could do to manipulate Ripley's opinions without making a big thing out of it, which was the last thing that he wanted, and a sure fire way to make them both pack up and leave, both figuratively in the sense of their odd relationship and literally as they were currently on a small holiday together, however impromptu the addition of Finn being on it was.

But a moment later he continued on, and Finn was able to relax, and move on, pushing it from his mind as it was just one of those things he'd really rather not focus on right now, especially not with a good looking, unclothed man leaning against him while lying in a warm and incredibly cozy bed together, far away from the shitstorm that was deus ex. "Except for the lack of a Tim Horton's or hockey or an alleyway. Sure, I guess this is okay." He grinned, then sighed and leaned his head back against the headboard.

"Right. That b***h." He'd almost forgotten about her, honestly. "Well, so good to know that you only trust me as long as you aren't conscious enough to refuse." He smiled, and leveled Ripley with his typical cold look, his childish glee from earlier having apparently withered away.

Suddenly he lifted both arms, stretching them above his head as he yawned, before letting them flop down again. "There are at least three good reasons why I should get out of this bed right now, but I don't really want to. You should give me one really good reason to stay, instead." He smirked, turning his face towards the other man.