break the fever

'You may indeed, though I must say..." Appearing in a patch of clover, Frey regards Finn through bright eyes. Naked on their belly with their ankles locked, their toes bob back and forth as their knees bend, casting shadows over the perfect curve of their ass and lower back. With nipples just barely visible behind their elbows as they prop their chin in their hand, they stretch out the other that Finn might place a peach in it. "...you're looking a fair bit worse then when I last saw you. All hot and bothered suits you, blue-eyes. This? Not so much."