Brennisen’s smile grew as she listened to Kirien’s words.  When the pretty mage had made her reply, the young ranger tried to think of something clever to say.  But words were not her strong suit.  She was used to being alone in the forest most of the time, and when she was around people, she tended to listen far more than she spoke, being a quiet natured person in general.<br/><br/>But the occasion prompted her to say something, even if only by way of a warning of what was about to happen.  “If kissing you offered no offense, then I’m glad, because I want to do it again, Kirien.”  With that, she leaned in closer, letting go of the high elf’s hand in favor of putting her own around the slender waist of the shorter woman and drawing her near.  Brennisen’s eyes closed to savor the sensation of the kiss as she pressed her lips once more to those of her beautiful friend.<br/><br/>The kiss started slowly, soft and tender.  But it quickly grew heated and more insistent, growing in passion as the young ranger’s ardor rose within her like the flames of a bonfire.  The first kiss left her nearly breathless as she pulled back from it, opening her eyes once more to look deeply into the beautiful green gems of her friend, and now….her lover?  With the feelings between them, could Kirien be called that fairly?<br/><br/>The half-elf didn’t spend time giving it much thought.  Instead she went in for another kiss, having enjoyed the first of the evening so very much.  For this one, she took her time about it, deliberately dampening down her eagerness to let her savor the experience.  She recalled the words of her former mentor, “There is only ever one first time, so make it something worthy of remembering when you recall it later.”  He had been talking about the first time she had killed a deer with her newly learned skill with her bow, but she imagined the words applied to her current situation even better.<br/><br/>Her hands moved along Kirien’s back and sides as she kissed her, as if trying to experience the wonder that was her friend through tactile sense.  It was a similar feeling to the kiss, in that it sought to find the essence of her, define it, and, if not possess it, at least to experience the wonder and beauty of it.  Brennisen’s internal thoughts were always translating her experiences into more meaningful spiritual ways that she couldn’t ever hope to express verbally. And this was one of those times.<br/><br/>She poured her feelings for Kirien into her kisses, over and over again.  The physical excitement grew within her, but she wasn’t sure how to express it quite yet.  In her mind, she was experiencing Kirien as an entity that embodied love, desire, and passion.  There was also Kirien, the physically attractive object of her desire, too, and Brennisen felt the growing urge to possess her somehow, to give action and expression to the urges growing within her.<br/><br/>It felt like it was getting pretty warm in the room.<br/>