<strong>Location:</strong>Finna' tent<br/><strong>With:</strong>Finna<br/><hr/>Fin's pleasure was so evident, not only in her response to each kiss, but in her guileless smile; it warmed the half-elf's heart.  Bree knew, from time playing together and from many a night listening to Fin detailing her exploits, that the Viking's appetites were considerable, and she might have worried a little that she would be just another conquest despite the half-joking promises of fidelity.  But while her lustful growls and eager hands spoke loudly of her desire, Bree was confident Fin's open face told the truth - she wasn't just another fling to be enjoyed and left behind.  Not that she imagined Fin would suddenly go blind to all but Bremorel, but the sorceress was sure she would not be forgotten, and that was enough to satisfy her.  Especially now, when her own desire was so sharp - for whatever reason, and she didn't care why.  She could imagine nothing more sexy than the strong yet graceful warrior, always so ready to give selflessly, but just as ready to enjoy herself with complete abandon.  And she was just getting sexier, as piece by piece she let go of her armour... Bree stared, unmoving, before suddenly thinking to disrobe herself.    Her skirt required undoing a simple clasp, her cloth halter, crafted to appear as hard leather, barely took longer.  She loosed her hair and set her earrings aside, wanting no distractions, no impediments.  The thigh-high boots were the most difficult, taking some time to remove the belts that also supported the tapered strip of cloth that was her undergarment.  The process of stripping was made all the slower by her need to keep watching Fin, especially toward the end when the warrior became just a strong, but naked, woman standing vulnerable in the stillness of the tent.<br/><br/>Bree could imagine what apology was forthcoming... but once completed, the apology made her laugh softly.  "She may save us some yet, especially if she has heard of the fate that befell me, my Fin.  Or... is about to befall me."  She smiled as always, or almost - her attempt at levity couldn't entirely conceal her awkwardness at revealing herself like this, even when she was quite prepared to change in front of any member of the army at need.  Her arms clasped low in front of her, unclasped again - it was a relief when Fin's arms opened for her, and she could step into that embrace.  She gasped when their bodies touched, amazed at the power of this sudden, full-length contact... wrapping her arms above Fin's, she pulled tight, pressing her cheek down against Fin's, eyes closed and losing herself in the mass of hair, and in the moment of long-delayed union.