<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bremorel image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd396/Shdwrnnr/Fantasy%20Pics/felf_roguefight-2.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Barracks<br/><strong>With:</strong>Finna<br/><hr/>The contact all along their bodies - Bree shifted a leg forward to push against Fin's kilt, splaying the armour against her thighs, her knee pressing against the inside of Fin's - it lit her up, made her light-headed and warm down to her toes.  She felt her friend's strength, always dependable, and never something to fear - she couldn't help but be drawn to it.  But while Fin was strong, she was no man.  Did that matter?  Bree had assumed so.  Even as Fin came to her to share her stories, tales of conquests and passion with both men and women, Bree had taken it as a given that this could have nothing to do with her.  Her own experiences - other than the toying flirtation with Fin - were all with men, and they'd been satisfactory enough that she'd just assumed that was where her own desires lay.  But what she was feeling now was at least as strong as anything she'd experienced before - deeper, if she was being completely honest with herself.  So... why shouldn't she?<br/><br/>Finna's joking-but-not-quite threat hung in the air, while Bremorel was still trying to sort out her feelings.  Placing her lips next to Fin's ear, she whispered: "Fin, you have me so hot right now, I don't know what is going on."<br/><br/>Shocked at her own confession, Bree plunged on: she pulled her head back to face the Viking again, then spoke more loudly.  "I don't suppose I could lift you, so if there's any carrying away to be done, you'll just<em>have</em>to do it, won't you?"  Bree tensed, shifting her arms - clearly ready to spring upward to ease the way if Fin really carried out her threat.  She voiced in a tongue none there understood, and her hand flared with harmless, decorative yellow flames.  "And<em>none</em>will save me... if they know what's good for them."  There was still that jocular, obvious sense of fun on the surface, but Fin would have no trouble seeing through to the undercurrent of desire - Bree was aroused, and to her own surprise, she was egging Fin on well beyond anywhere they'd gone before.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gameplay</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cast Prestidigitation</div></div>