<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/>There was something different about this kiss, and though Bremorel could hardly stand back and analyze it dispassionately, still she was aware of this difference, of a deeper feeling that seemed to stretch out from the centre of her torso, an odd, warm tightness.  Finna's lips were perfectly soft yet firm as they pressed to hers, and she thought she felt the heat of the Viking's firm body through her cold metal armour.  So why was this different?  Perhaps the circumstances, leaving in the morning on what seemed a most dangerous mission?  Was it just because, for the first time, she was entirely sober?  But then, was it just that her clear mind could recognize something she hadn't, before?<br/><br/>She didn't know, but right now she was far too involved too care about anything but the sensations, and sharing this moment with her dear Fin.  From Fin's shoulders, one hand slid further toward the blonde's shoulderblade, arm clamping her close; her other hand drifted up, lingering on the smooth neck, so exposed.<br/><br/>When Finna finally broke the kiss, Bree breathed deeply, staring into her friend's eyes - so soft and expressive right now.  Bree's own face didn't conceal that she was affected, that this had hit her in a new way - there was none of the half-smirk breaking into laughter that usually followed such a display.  That feeling, spreading through her chest, surged as Finna declared herself again - this time, instead of just laughing it off, or responding with an over-the-top proposal of marriage, Bree slid her fingers up into Fin's golden hair, cupping the back of Fin's head and pulling it in again, parted lips joining.  The tip of her tongue flickered out, brushing Fin's upper lip - the feeling was shocking.  Who knows how much further she would have gone, but a particularly boisterous catcall from a too-enthusastic crossbowman made her pull back, her face confused, but quickly rearranging itself into a safe smile.<br/><br/>She swallowed, releasing the Viking, face flushed.  "I... I guess we should have that drink now, dar-... darling Fin."  It was supposed to be the same casual banter as always, but she had trouble meeting the human woman's eyes.  Bree wasn't sure what to think of herself, of this ache within her, and she wanted to cover it up, to retreat to the safety of banal activity.<br/>