<strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Finna's Tent<br/><strong>With:</strong>Finna<br/><hr/>The moment of climax seemed to go on and on, Bree pulling on her passionate, talented lover with every limb, crying wildly into Fin's hair, pushing her wide-open mouth into her scalp as if to muffle herself, each desperate breath drawing in a great lungful of Fin's scent - their combined scent, rich and warm in the small tent.<br/><br/>Every little movement of Fin's body shook Bree, she was so inflamed that the soft, slick touch was almost too much.  Almost... but it mustn't stop.  Slowly, very slowly, she was able to shift from spasming at a touch to gliding, smoothly, caressing and tracing Fin's perfect curves.  "Fin... Fin... thank you.  I... I feel so stupid for waiting so long."  But there was no real anger or bitterness in the words, she was too happy, too content... what came before didn't matter, only now... and the future.  "I ... knew I loved you, Fin, I just didn't know how... or how much."  She lay there, exerting herself to coax the couple into a side-by-side position, then making only the smallest movements, staring at her friend and lover... as she could stay for hours, too amazed to let sleep take her, to rob her of the sight, the touch, the presence of her great warrior.<br/>