<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bremorel image, I only have the one...</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd396/Shdwrnnr/Fantasy%20Pics/felf_roguefight-2.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Finna's Tent<br/><strong>With:</strong>Finna<br/><hr/><br/>No doubts now, Bree let herself follow every impulse, driven by the need to explore, to experience Fin completely.  Their bodies were pressed together, strroking each other with every bit of skin that could make contact; Bree moaned with the awareness of it all, then gasped as their nipples caught for a moment, bending, pressing in, then flicking free.  She pressed harder into her lover, trying to recreate that moment, her dark gray hair mingling with Fin's blonde as she rubbed their temples together, then turned, bringing her face, her lips into play again, pressing them open-mouthed against cheek, ear, mouth, as if she was trying to consume some morsel, or some crumbs scattered over Fin's skin.<br/><br/>As her mouth explored everything in reach, so too did her hands explore, ranging up and down Fin's back and sides, occasionally working around to brush her belly, or down the front of her hip - they moved independently, following this or that curve, occasionally pausing, pressing, or squeezing, the fingers dimpling Fin's flesh.  Her legs participated too, rocking and gliding around Fin's, threatening to dump Bree on the floor as one slid up and down, then the other.  Fin's thigh between her own was so... so strongly intrusive, making her own legs part a bit more, she sighed again, then squeezed her own legs around this one of Fin's, trapping it briefly, before relaxing, and twisting side-to-side, brushing their legs together.  "Me wicked?..." she playfully protested, when she could find the air to speak "...you're the one driving me crazy, Fin...."<br/><br/>In a way it was true, too, as she felt completely consumed by her need, no room for rational thought, just for Fin, her steady protector, her fun-loving and hard-drinking friend, now her soft, strong lover.  She wouldn't have beleive this a day ago - an hour ago.  How had she become so carried away?  She didn't care; and then she really was carried away, lifted in Fin's embrace.  She groaned as their bodies slipped along each other, then brought her outer leg up past Fin's thigh, pressing her hip, curling around behind her... Bree would have been surprising herself, were she not completely in the moment, blind to anything but doing what felt so right, living for Fin's reactions, her obvious arousal and devotion.  Her second leg shifted outward and joined the first, crossing behind her friend's bottom and pulling, squeezing.  Her voice was throaty, moist: "Yes Fin... yes, I'm yours... and you're mine."  Bree wrapped her arms further around Fin's shoulders, pecking quick playful kisses all over Fin's face, not giving her a moment to see clearly, until Fin set her down and covered Bree's lips with her own, a harder kiss that Bree returned, squeezing their bodies together, pressing her lips up, and letting her tongue join in the exploration, darting up to seek out Fin's own.<br/>