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"I suppose that could be considered the most important thing. Well, after me, of course." Finn chuckled, obviously at least somewhat amused by his own wit.

Somebody had to be, right?

He hadn't really meant for his comment to sound the way that it had, though coupled with his typical expression his intentions were often misinterpreted. Still, the thought that it might be a conflict of interest hadn't quite occurred to him, and hearing Ripley say it left his brow furrowing just slightly. But it was true, wasn't it? The last time the other man had been hurt, badly, Finn had been livid enough to make the other mans torment his own personal project for days afterward, and considering what that had gotten him, and what it could have potentially, he became suddenly aware that what Ripley said made perfect sense.

That didn't mean that Finn liked it. He had ******** up, he knew that. He shouldn't have pushed so hard. Ripley had made it more then clear that his behavior had been graded as unacceptable. Of course, that couldn't guarantee that the moon hunter wouldn't do it again, should the occasion arise. And it was all because he cared too ******** much, about the man that was now nestled in beside him. <********.

"It's fine. I get it." He smirked, not wanting to leave that part of their conversation on too sour of a note. As if to emphasize this, he ducked in for another kiss, not as drawn out as the last, yet still lingering near the end as if he debated not stopping just there. A hand had reached up practically of it's own accord, a thumb brushing along Ripley's jaw before he pulled away enough to see him properly again, more words on the tip of his tongue that he wanted to say, that he should have said but...no, instead they were swallowed back down. His hand fell, fingers curled into his palm, and a smirk tugged up the edges of his lips once more.

"Deal making is supposed to be my specialty. Anyways, unless you happened to pack a meal, one of those things on my list might take a while....Do they do room service here?" He asked, sounding just a hint hopeful even though he had a feeling he knew what the answer was going to be.

He hadn't really wanted to stop, and feeling the brush of those scarred fingers against his bare skin only sent pleasant goosebumps running along his shoulders and down his arms, distracting him from the hunger for food that he had mentioned, so that a hunger for something completely different could take it's place. There were times, it seemed, when Finn was completely insatiable, and today appeared to be no different.

But Ripley had already settled himself down against Finn's shoulder, and so he took a moment to breathe, and think, his own fingers trailing up and down the other mans bare side as his arm stayed around him.

"Sure, if they'll let us." Though that sounded like an awful lot of work, and time spent out of bed, dressed, which wasn't really all that appealing at all given that he was enjoying being naked and in bed so much more.

At Ripley's question, Finn let out a small, slightly dramatic sigh before answering. "I want a cigarette. Oh, and I guess I could go get your presents too."

"I can. But my smokes are way over there." He gestured towards wherever his jeans had landed. "So you can see my predicament."

Which was that he was being very, very lazy, apparently.

When Ripley began to sit up a little, it became apparent that Finn really was going to have to get out of bed at some point, and likely the sooner the better. His lips twitched up at the other mans comment. "Pretty sure we already talked about this. It's Christmas." But what Finn really meant was, "It's your birthday." Except that saying as much didn't seem to go over very well last time. So yes. Christmas was the almighty excuse.

Finally, he slid his arm away from the other man before wiggling his way out from under the blanket, legs swinging over the side of the bed so that he could stand. As expected, the air was chilly, and he instantly began to shiver as goosebumps broke out across his body. He knew, however, that given time he would adjust, so he did not hurry when he crossed the floor, making his way to his discarded jeans first so that he could rifle through the pockets and find his smokes. With those acquired, he lit one up before moving along towards his duffel bag, yanking it open with a couple of quick jerks of the zipper.

"So." He spoke around his cigarette. "Ripley Co----?" He asked again, innocently enough with his very innocent grin as he began to rummage through his bag, pulling out something small and rectangular shaped first before straightening and holding it up.

"Also, snickers?" He asked, in offering, apparently having brought at least that much to snack on.

He took a long drag on his cigarette all while tossing the candy bar over towards the other man and digging out another for himself. For a moment, he was quiet, as he slowly exhaled, before he crouched down on his heels so that he could see in his bag a little better, and removed the cigarette from his lips so that he could speak again.

"Because it's obviously something you don't want to answer, which makes it all the more fun to annoy you with."

Seriously, it was like Ripley didn't know him at all.

Apparently, however, that was all he was going to say on the matter for the moment, as he began to pull out a long box, wrapped in white paper, from the bottom of his bag.

He placed the cigarette back between his lips and lifted the package carefully with two hands before making his way back towards Ripley's side of the bed, holding it out towards him.

"Happy Gift Day." He smirked from around his smoke, apparently finding a way to not have to use the word birthday or Christmas.