<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Spider-Man-3-Black-Cat-Spinoff-Felicity-Jones.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, evening<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk territory, Two Fords, Idle Boar Inn, 2nd floor rented room<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Brennisen, closed<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her friend's words brought a warm sensation to the pit of her stomach, and it resided there, growing in strength, as she leaned in to kiss her.  Brennisen could be so shy, but at that moment, she seemed to allow her hidden feelings full reign, and Kirien was very glad of it.  Her spine felt like jelly as the larger, stronger ranger pulled her closer, and she willingly let her do so.  When the redhead parted her lips from Kirien's the lithe elf looked up at her friend with open eyes and a breathless, eager expression.  One of her own gloved hands rose and came to Brennisen's cheek, but no words came from between her full lips.  Instead, her eyelids fluttered and she gasped hungrily when Brennisen leaned in to kiss her again.<br/><br/>This...this was something she had never known she could have missed, and yet now wished with all her heart she had done years ago with her shy friend.  Or not so shy.  The Spellmaiden felt Brennisen's hands roaming over her back and sides, producing the most succulent shivers through her slight form.  Both of her hands were now doing much the same over the half-elf's firm, healthy form, relishing the sensation of her friend's own movements and warmth.  In the moment, Kirien could not plan or consider, despite her complex and deep mind--and for that moment, she was endlessly glad of it.  She was thoroughly happy to live in the moment with her Brennisen.