<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Something new ;)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.nudography.com/photos/news/2013_9/small/Katheryn_Winnick_Choose_1080p-09.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Finna's Tent<br/><strong>With:</strong>Bremorel<br/><hr/><br/>Finna laughed merrily, pure joy resounding in her heartfelt peals of laughter as she slung Bremorel across her shoulder and heaard how merrily she whooped it up. "Ahhh!" she cried out playfully as Bree's hand smacked down upn her ass, no pain in the sound as it ended with a throaty, lusty purr. oldiers all around. Many of the soldiers they passed laughed and cheered them on, and though they were used to Finna's outrageous exploits this was something new. Finna paid them no mind, her only desire was to get to where they could be alone and fully enjoy one another. She shivered a little at the thought of that, of so many of her soulful desires coming to pass.<br/><br/>Finna was careful with Bree as she ducked into her tent and gently set  Bree on her feet again. "Villain" she may be but Bree was her special prize, her delicate and lovely flower. With that Bree laid another hungy kiss on Fin's lips and felt the Viking's sword calloused hands teasing over her waist and drawing her close, so very close as she moaned into the passionate kiss. Fin smiled brightly and tenderly at Bree as she evidenced a happy kind of nervousness that was so becoming. Fin's hands played around the small of Bree's back, stroking and caressing her as Bree spoke to her with such a delicious, throaty sultriness in her voice. One of Fin's hand shifted to caress Bree's neck as she leaned in for another kiss, one that was too light and sweet to really satisfy, promising so much more... Soon..<br/><br/>Then she stepped back to undo her armor and slip the chainmail she wore off herself before sliding her armored kilt down her legs. "I'm sorry.." Fin said softly, looking down demurely as if she was somehow ashamed of something. "... I will make it up to you ... But ... We're going to miss out on Lady Juth's stew..." Fin said, now only dressed in the skimpy, rough tunic she wore under her armor but soon, that joins her armor and she stands before her dear, sweet friend, her soon to be lover... And... So much more she had no words for. Fin opened her arms and stepped closer to Bree, wanting to hold her close, feel their bodies pressing into each other, just the two of them in this moment 'before'...