Yuria drew he in all the closer, until she was up against her breastplate tightly, and it was at such a moment that she hated that damn thing, for it kept her from feeling her lover's touch upon her back as well.  Still, she held her, and she<em>knew</em>she could feel those gauntleted hands upon her back, and kissed her with all she was worth.  She lifted her for a moment and reset her body closer, where she could feel a familiar large, hard length pressing against her, in fact rubbing against her through both their clothings as she bucks slightly with each and every deep kiss.  Yuria wanted her, and she wanted her<em>bad</em>and<em>now</em>!<br/><br/>Her hands actually worked their ways to the strings at her lover's waist, beginning to untie them and ultimately loosen the pants about the waist, to drop hem from her body so that she could get to the 'prize' beneath.  She wouldn't stop kissing her all the while, losing herself, it would seem, in her desire for the scout, and the thought of doing so within a temple... well it<em>was</em>the temple for the Goddess of Love and Passion, right?  What a better tribute then, to make passionate love upon the front most pew, save for upon the alter up in front?<br/><br/>It seemed that, perhaps, the young elf would be getting a 'blessing' after all from the one she devoutly worshiped...<br/><br/>Just for fun... make a Listen Check, DC20; if you succeed, you hear a soft gasp and a chuckle from behind you... act however you will ^_^