<strong>Location:</strong>Finna' tent<br/><strong>With:</strong>Finna<br/><hr/>She had had hesitations, doubts gnawing at the back of her mind even as she had invited this, encouraged Fin to join her in moving beyond the previous limits to their relationship.  But the look in the other woman's eyes, the perfectly open, honest revelation of her desire, cleared away the silly worries, the fear she'd be mocked, or diminished in her friend's mind.  No... Fin had always told the truth about her desire, and Bree herself... well, maybe she was just telling the truth now, at last.  To Fin, but especially, to herself.<br/><br/>Fin's body was exactly as Bree had imagined it... had imagined it when her friend recounted the tale of one of her liasons.  It made sense, with this new context, that Bree had pictured Fin when she listened to those tales - she'd assumed she was just focusing on Fin because she knew Fin's body a bit better from seeing her when swimming together.  But that didn't explain how she'd imagined the feel of those muscles, strong yet subtle as Fin's body shifted against her own, nor how the human's larger breasts felt pressing against hers, lifting them a little from below.  It was similar, but yet so far beyond those imaginings.  She moaned, shifting her weight and noting how Fin's body moved in response.<br/><br/>Fin's hands were gliding expertly, gently up and down Bree's back, encouraging her to remain so close, their bodies brushing each other with every shift and breath.  Bree accentuated that, sliding her whole body right, then left, trapping one of Fin's thighs between her own.  She let one hand glide up to to with the Viking's hair again, then forward, sliding across her cheek, tracing her jaw... turning her head Bree kissed her way from just ahead of Fin's ear to the corner of her mouth, teasing there, then back to flick her tongue against an earlobe, twice, before pressing that lobe between tight lips.<br/><br/>Her other hand followed her friend's lead, sliding down, tracing the spine with her fingertips, then angling off to one side, pressing a little more with a flat hand as she followed the curve of one sweet buttock, moaning into Fin's ear, then squeezing, lightly, enjoying the softness over underlying strength.