Next: Chapter 2

Late night, somewhere in undocumented wilderness of Vamas

An elephant is standing in a small clearing, staring into the forest, moving her ears as she holds her halberd at the ready. She is armored quite heavily, yet light enough for travel... which for an elephant really just means not being anything lighter than full plate, in this case mostly leather and chain mail. Her long red hair sways in the light wind going through the clearing. After a long moment of quiet, she nods with satisfaction and sighs.

"Can't hear them anymore. I think we scared them off for good. Stupid wolves."

It isn't exactly unheard of for packs of wolves to try and ambush lone travelers going through the pine valleys in the North of Vamas, particularly if winter has been lean on them like it apparently has. Still, the pack took Brunilda and her companion by quite the surprise, only their relative readiness saving them from being caught. 'Some use out of that Guard training, I guess', the elephant muses to herself. She turns back towards their campfire, sighing at realizing they need to re-light it.

The elephant's companion, a giraffe in her own armor, lowers her axe and turns back from the edge of the clearing. She's kitted out for combat, the heavier armor on her body mitigated by it's multiple magical runes and perfect balance from repeated measuring and forging skill. She's without her helmet at the moment, but no less deadly, wielding her two-handed axe, an equally dangerous sword currently sheathed at her belt.

She takes a deep breath, "Well... that's what happens when you body slam the pack leader into a tree. The rest don't tend to like that. This metal doesn't taste too good either. Heh."

Fiora grins wide, her typical post-combat mood.

Brunilda sighs a bit, and after one more glance into the darkness, puts her halberd to lean against a tree. She starts working to put the campfire back together, picking up a flint from her backpack. "I am glad you are here to scare them off. Not sure I could do it alone."

She glances up at the giraffe, smiling.

Fiora laughs, "They'd have been a lot more scared had I been wearing my helmet, might have been able to get them to back down without a fight at all, but eh." She shrugs, walking back to the campfire to look down at it, then smiling back at Brunilda. "Guess I did over do it rushing through the campfire... sorry about that."

Brunilda nods without really looking up. "It's okay. Important thing is we're safe." She manages to spark the light again, the campfire slowly firing back up.

She sighs. "And well, at least neither of us was... you know, small." So far, the two have avoided their unfortunate curse coinciding with a predator ambush, but at the back of her mind the elephant fears it's only a matter of time.

Fiora carefully sets down her axe alongside Brun's halberd, though she keeps her sword at her side as she settles back down on the log she'd been sitting on. "Ugh... yeah... well, we're both pretty fast and agile like that, so I'm sure we'll be fine. The defenses we've set up have worked so far. I uh, try not to worry about that." She tries not to worry about much, taking life as it comes has always been Fiora's thing.

Brunilda nods, then speaks quietly. "I know." Really, she would prefer if Fiora did worry a bit more at times. Almost all of the actual planning of this travel so far has been on the elephant's shoulders and it's starting to take a tick on her.

She makes sure the fire starts back up, then looks at the starry night sky. "At least we're only a few days away from Neada. Should probably rest a while there - and hope there's work - we're kind of low on funds and supplies."

Fiora chuckles, "Well, if we do go small, it does make the supplies last longer. But I'm sure things will be fine." She follows Brun's gaze up to the sky, then back down to the fire as it slowly grows. She's always a bit awkward around the campfire at night, almost like she never knows where to look, or what to say. She flashes a smile at Brunilda, then looks back to the fire.

Brunilda stares up for a long moment, before also gazing back to the campfire as she sits down.

Eventually, she sighs a bit. Something has been on her mind for a while, and it's starting to be really obvious. "Fiora..." She starts, then stops right away, hesitating.

Fiora lifts her gaze back to Brunilda, "Hm?" She tilts her head, unsure what might be on the elephant's mind.

Brunilda smiles, then her smile wanes. "Fiora, um... just..." She sighs. "Something's pressing on you. I try to not pry, but... we're here, alone... and together. I want to know."

Fiora raises an eyebrow. "Pressing on me? What do you mean? I mean, sure the curse is rough at times, but we're fine. You're smart enough and I'm strong enough that work comes easy. Once we get into town, stuff will fall into place. Like it always does."

Brunilda mm's softly. She's heard this before from the giraffe. "Just... yeah, probably."

She stares into the campfire again. After a moment she slaps her hand onto the log she's sitting on. "No. I won't let you non-answer again." She looks up at the giraffe, frowning a bit. "You nearly run off in the mornings to find forage and scout. On the road your pace is fast enough that we can't really talk. In town you vanish to find either work or an inn before we've even sat down for a meal. Fiora, something is itching at you or else you wouldn't be constantly avoiding the quiet moments."

Fiora blinks at Brun's sudden outburst, "Bwha? I'm- I'm not avoiding anything! I just do what I gotta do... we're on the road. It's not like back in Respite. Things just go different traveling like this..." Her words definitely sound hollow, but she definitely doesn't perceive a problem.

Brunilda feels her heart drop at the words. She sighs, feeling a bit wrong, a bit hurt. "Maybe I am wrong, then. I'm sorry. Just... as long as you're not avoiding talking with me because there's something wrong." She looks aside, unable to look at the giraffe right now.

Fiora watches Brunilda for a moment, clearly confused, then her eyes drop again, as she tries to put words to her thoughts, "N-no, it's... fine. I'm not avoiding talking... I just..." She trails off, clearly uncomfortable.

Brunilda hmm's and nods. She stares into the dark pine forest around them. "I feel like... I don't really know you, Fiora." She puts her hand onto he chest as she looks at the giraffe: "In here."

Fiora stares down, "I'm... I don't... ugh... I mean, what you see is what you get." She taps her own chest, the armor making a low clanking noise. "Nothing really deep here..."

Brunilda looks at the giraffe in the low light. "I guess I wouldn't really know. It just feels like you close off if I start talking about emotions. And I won't lie... it hurts."

Fiora cringes, "I... I don't... I'm not trying to hurt you... I just... emotions aren't my thing..." She shifts in place, clearly uncomfortable. "I don't mean to hurt you."

Brunilda nods: "I know. You don't really mean it." She hesitates, not really wanting to push further but feeling she has to. She gets up, moving to sit next to the giraffe instead of opposite her. "I guess I just want you to know that you don't need to hide your emotions - whether or not you have them - from me."

Fiora watches Brun move closer, slowly taking her hand. "I... I just... it's not that I don't feel things... I just... ugh! It's so hard to put into words. Easier just to... I don't know... do something."

Brunilda nods as she takes Fiora's hand. "I know. I like to lose myself into work to avoid thinking too." She glances at the giraffe: "But I feel like you do it all the time. I want to know what you think, what's on your mind beyond the surface level, Fiora." She pauses for a second. "Love."

Fiora squeezes Brun's hand, and sighs, falling silent for a long time as she stares down at the ground. The only sounds are the chirping of crickets and the crackle of the fire, "I'm..." She struggles, squirming in the silence. "...tired. N-not like, let's go to bed... I mean like... I don't know. Just tired... and I don't even know why."

Brunilda looks at Fiora, not talking until she does. "Tired like..." She considers, then adds quietly. "...like you don't know what to do, so you just... kind of throw yourself forward?"

Fiora chuckles, "Maybe? I mean... yeah. Yeah, basically. If I mean, if I stop... well, I can't stop. But it's exhausting..."

Brunilda smiles slightly: "Fiora... if I give you the permission to stop... would you?"

Fiora falls silent again, thinking for a moment before she chuckles, "I... I don't know. Never had anyone I cared about enough to listen to..." She pulls her knees in closer after that statement and sighs.

Brunilda sighs: "...kind of the problem, then, if I don't qualify." She swallows, a bit hurt.

Fiora lifts her head to stare at Brun, "What? N-no! You overqualify! I just... how?" She chuckles again, "How do I do that? Everytime I try to slow down, I make things so much worse..."

Brunilda gives a weak smile: "Lack of practice?" She glances at their respective weapons: "It's a different kind of sparring, I guess, but... if you never talk about how you feel, you'll always say the wrong thing in the future too."

Fiora sticks out her tongue, "Ugh, I have to talk about them more in the future?" She smiles softly, trying to make it a joke. She sighs, "I... I don't know. This is hard. I... I love you, but this is hard to do. I couldn't do this with just anyone..."

Brunilda squeezes the giraffe's hand: "Good thing you don't have to." She then shifts, moving her other hand to poke at the giraffe's chest: "I just want in your world."

Fiora pffts, "You're in my world. You're so much in it... I just..." She takes a deep breath and sighs, "S-see, fighting off wolves? Way easier than saying... I... I'm scared."

Brunilda smiles, her hand resting on the chestpiece of Fiora's armor: "It's okay to admit you are afraid. My Mom used to always say that to be afraid is to be alive. While she was maybe referring to combat at the time... she probably meant more. I think I get it now."

Fiora breaths out, "I... I don't know if I do. I mean... in combat, there's that edge of fear that keeps you aware of everything around you, this adrenaline pumping through you... but- gah!" She shakes her head, "I hate thinking like this... like I'm drowning... th-there's so much."

Brunilda hesitates, swallowing in a bit of uncertainty as she lowers her hand from Fiora's chest. "O-oh. Well, um..." Her hand holding Fiora's trembles a bit: "I just hope... wish, maybe, that I could get you to open up more. B-but I don't want to push..."

Fiora squeezes Brun's hand to help steady it. "I... if it means that much to you... I'll try. I just don't want to disappoint you with what you find there."

Brunilda smiles, feeling herself swell a bit: "W-why would I be disappointed? I love you."

Fiora shakes her head, "I... I don't know. I can't... I... I've had someone say that and then shut me out before." She tenses up, and it seems as if something has broken loose in her mind, anger and fear pouring out in her voice, "And, everytime I've tried to figure out why, it always comes back to me. I'm not good enough. I was never good enough!"

Brunilda shies away slightly: "O-oh." She swallows at the words 'not good enough', something she is intimately familiar with as the family failure. "Just... um. Do you, um..." The elephant is hesitating again, but since she started digging, might as well see this through. "Do you think I would shut you out? B-because if so..." She swallows again, unable to actually finish the thought.

Fiora shakes her head slightly, tears obvious on her eyes now as an emotional dam has broken and she can't hold it back any longer. "No... I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean that about you. I'm just... it's not very pretty inside here." She taps her chest again.

Brunilda looks at Fiora again, nodding slowly: "But... I d-don't want you to just b-be alone. Even when we're together." She swallows. "That probably makes no sense."

Fiora looks at Brun, the giraffe more of a sniffling mess than Brun has maybe ever seen her before, "Wh-what do I do? I... I don't want to be alone either..."

Brunilda looks at Fiora, her heart pumping harder than ever. "F-Fiora..." She holds her hand to her girlfriend: "Y-you don't have to be. I promise I will not let you down."

Fiora blinks, "L-let me down... Brun... I... you couldn't. I just... I j-just want to..." She sighs, "I s-suck at this, but that's not your fault. You couldn't let me down... I... I really do love you, Brun."

Brunilda motions with her hand: "F-Fiora... I... feel like I am not enough when you don't open up to me." The words catch on her throat. "I just... I love you, and want to be everything you need."

Fiora cringes again, but nods. "You are absolutely enough. I... I'm trying."

Brunilda smiles weakly: "Then... just let me. Please." She brings her hand down to touch on Fiora's.

Fiora nods, and lower her head down to rest against Brun's, crying softly. "Done. I... S-sorry."

Brunilda smiles, closing her eyes as she leans onto the embrace. She whispers: "That's all I can ask."

Fiora shifts to side-hug Brun as they sit next to one another. "I... it hurts... I hate feeling so tired and scared and angry... I... I am so angry, all the time, Brun. M-mostly with myself."

Brunilda mm's, then whispers some more: "...what makes you angry... at yourself?"

Fiora sighs, "I don't know... I know I'm not a good person, but I try. I just get carried away with things. You know what I'm like..."

Brunilda nods her head away from Fiora's just a bit, enough to touch the giraffe's chin and cheek with her trunk: "You are not a bad person."

Fiora chuckles, the touch of Brun's trunk making her blush a little, "The amount of property damage I've caused says otherwise... I... I've done some terrible things, Brun, you know that."

Brunilda nods. Her trunk then wanders downwards on Fiora's neck: "I know that. And yet, I am here saying that you are not a bad person." She looks back up: "Funny that."

Fiora smiles, "Y-yea... funny that." She sighs, "...I just... Maybe there's some stuff I can never forgive myself for... Leaving Vamas is one of them, actually... being back here, where I grew up, it kinda brings all of that to the surface."

Brunilda nods: "I can see that." Her trunk doesn't move from touching the giraffe. "But... i-if there's anything I learned in Respite, it was that one has to be able to forgive oneself eventually."

Fiora sighs, "It's not my own forgiveness I want... but... I can never get my Mom's..." She winces, finally bringing up the real source of her pain, which Brun seems to have already suspected.

Brunilda sighs a bit. "That... well, that I can not give you." She frowns slightly. "Would... would she have approved of me, do you think?"

Fiora gets a distant look, "That's... hard to say. She didn't much approve of anything. She was a hard woman. A blacksmith... she wouldn't let anyone tell her how to live her life. But she had no problem telling me how to live mine."

Brunilda hums: "Mm." She is quiet for a long moment before continuing. "If I dare ask... what did you do that might warrant forgiveness so much it still hurts you, this much?"

Fiora glances away and sighs, "We had a fight... I mean, you know me. Of course we did. Right when I was quitting the local guard. She called me some things, I called her some things... and she got all in my face and... I blew up. I threw a punch, knocked her to the ground, and stormed out."

She swallows, shaking her head. "She just glared at me. Watched me go. That was the last time I saw her..."

Brunilda winces. "Ouch." She doesn't, however, shy away from Fiora despite her reaction. "That... y-yeah, that would leave a mark... in you, I mean."

Fiora slumps slightly, "I was an angry teenager. Thought I had all the answers to the worlds woes, and I was going to solve it all. Wasn't smart enough to do anything but throw punches. Was good at throwing punches though..."

Brunilda nods: "I think I avoided burning any bridges myself, but that's largely because it's hard from across an ocean..." She sighs, holding Fiora in a sideways hug again: "You're not that angry teenager anymore."

Fiora sighs, "You know... she left me her shop... it's still here. It's a ways away, all locked up."

Brunilda considers: "Oh. And you..." She looks back up. "...you're not sure if you have the heart to go."

Fiora nods quietly.

Brunilda takes the giraffe's hand in hers: "...well, that is certainly something you do not need to decide right now."

Fiora nods, "It might be an idea... Maybe..."

Brunilda gives Fiora's hand a soft squeeze. "Maybe." She hesitates for a second before using her trunk to guide the giraffe for a soft kiss.

Fiora lets Brunilda guide her in close and kisses back, hand squeezing. "...I've been trying not to think about any of that since we got to Vamas... feels weird to just... say it all."

Brunilda hums: "Mm. But does it feel... bad to say it?" She looks at the giraffe in the eyes, glinting as they are in the light of the campfire.

Fiora does her best not to break the eye contact, "I... it does hurt." Her face softens as she smiles, "It's not... Bad I guess...?"

Brunilda smiles: "I want to help you, Fiora. In any way I can."

Fiora sighs, leaning into Brun, "I... I need to think on this... but I won't shut you out of it... okay? And if I do... well, it usually takes a sharp blow to the head to get me to pay attention, but you're one of the few who can manage to hit me in a fight, so..."}

Brunilda chuckles softly: "I feel a bit conflicted about that. I'm uniquely qualified to hitting you, when I'd rather be hitting on you."

Fiora sighs, "I have no idea why someone as smart as you wants someone like me, but I'm not going to say no. Well... not anymore."

Brunilda lightly touches her trunk on Fiora's snout: "You're smarter than you give yourself credit for. And it's not like love asks for such things anyway. I love you, Fiora, not some random attribute of you."

Fiora shrugs, "Maybe... I'm... not too used to the love thing either. Still. I... hope I can actually be this for you... that... that's scary too. I've never really... not even for Gareth. And I don't think Erika hates me or anything, but we're too different to be too close. But you... I'm just... awkwardly here and I feel like I'm fumbling around in the dark, trying to follow you. Follow your example... I love you too, and I want that to mean everything it means to you, that it means to me. That... makes no sense, does it?"

Brunilda listens, then eventually just nods slowly. "It kind of does. A-at least... It's not like I know anything about relationships either, I'm just following my guts." Her trunk wanders close to Fiora again. "The thing you do, you know."

Fiora grins, still a bit awkwardly, "I uh, am pretty good at following my gut."

Brunilda hesitates for a second, before finding a bit of that social bravery inside her again. "... What does your gut say about me?"

Fiora's grin only shrinks down into a more genuine smile, "That you've got my back. That I can trust you. I mean, I wouldn't be out here with you otherwise. I wouldn't be telling you all this crap that's stuck in my head."

Brunilda smiles: "Good enough for me." She pauses again. "Love."

Fiora slumps a little, chuckling to herself, "Sorry for being so difficult about... everything. No walls to punch out here in the wilderness, afterall." She leans her neck against Brun and sighs, "Love."

Brunilda smiles, touching Fiora's neck with her trunk some more: "You may be difficult, but it's a good thing I'm pretty stubborn too, hmm?"

Fiora laughs, closing her eyes to hug in close. "I don't think anyone could manage to deal with me if they weren't..."

Fiora is still in her armor, but even then she can feel Brun's hug, "Oof, ha! I haven't left you after this long right? I don't... I don't say this lightly Brun, but you're my partner. And whatever else that means, I've got your back. My partner, my love, my girlfriend... I'm not going anywhere."

Brunilda smiles warmly: "Well good. Cause neither am I." She hums, then blushes on her ears a bit: "...even if I would like to see you out of your armor more."

Fiora chuckles, reaching up to pull the necklace up from beneath her breastplate, activating it to recall her armor. With a brief flash of light, she is now sitting next to Brun in the tight bodysuit she wears beneath her armor. "Better?"

Brunilda touches her hand on Fiora's chest, just lightly feeling upon the giraffe's muscles and breasts: "Yes."

Fiora reaches out to more closely hug Brunilda in turn, "Good, then."

Brunilda smiles as she holds the giraffe: "I guess the question is, do you want to help me out of mine? I lack enchantments to do that."

Fiora chuckles, one hand reaching back towards one of the armor clasps, "I do, yeah."

Brunilda smiles and shifts in a way that helps Fiora help her out of armor. "I reckon we're safe enough that those wolves aren't going to bother us tonight..."

Fiora nods, "Might be alright to let our guard down with each other? Just a bit?"

Brunilda smirks a bit: "Watch each others' backs, and not just because your butt is pretty." She blushes at her statement but doesn't backpedal.

Fiora straightens up proudly as she works to aid Brun in removing her gear, "Well, why do you think I do so much working out? I keep things in perfect shape for a lot of reasons."

Brunilda smiles as she's freed of her armor pieces one by one: "Mm, I like at least this particular reason of your shapes being perfect~."

Fiora unhooks another piece of armor, and then runs her hand along Brun's exposed side, "You too, you know. I'm... not exactly the most intimate person to be with but..."

Brunilda blushes: "I'm not much to look at... am I?"

Fiora blinks, lifting her hand up to Brun's face, "Eh? Why do you say that? Brun, love... if I'm gonna work on opening up... you gotta work on that confidence. You're beautiful."

Brunilda smiles, touching her trunk to Fiora's arm: "I guess I have no option but to believe you on this...~."

Fiora leans her head down to kiss the top of Brun's trunk as it settles on her arm. "If you think getting more... intimate will help... I think... I... I could do that with you. I want to do that with you."

Brunilda smiles and blushes and coughs and holds Fiora close: "Well... it certainly won't hurt, will it."

Fiora chuckles, but her face blushes hotly, "I don't know! I've... n-never done it... Never had any interest before, and you know how hard I pushed you away at first... but... we've gotten so much closer since then and... I'm a bit more comfortable with the idea."

Brunilda swallows: "Well... well, um, I won't mind if you are. I mean, I s-still don't want to push you, but..." Her trunk wanders, just touching Fiora chest: "But, you know... I like you. A lot."

Fiora giggles at the touch of Brun's trunk, "I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't comfortable with it. Comfortable with you. And I like you a lot too."

Brunilda smiles, then glances at the campfire. "Well, no one watching out here except the stars above."

Fiora lets her hand wander back down to Brun's side. "Well the stars can be perverts if they want. I don't rightly care, as long as I'm here with you."

Brunilda leans for a kiss as her hands start wandering more freely, inhibitions that maybe previously stopping her ceasing to slowly matter. "Mm. In that case... mind if I have a more hands-on approach on your beautiful muscles?"

Fiora blushes again, "Ah, well... feel free~. I've never considered them to be for anything other than punching..."

Brunilda blushes in mirror: "Well... I've never minded not looking at your body..." Her hands continue wandering around the giraffe's chest, shoulders, neck and everywhere else.

Fiora lets her hands wander in turn, exploring Brun a little cautiously, for the usually rather brash giraffe, all while she seems to be enjoying Brunilda's hands rubbing over her body. "It feels nice. Snuggling has always felt nice though."

Brunilda hums as she massages Fiora's shoulders: "Mmm, indeed. Being intimate feels good anyway."

Fiora laughs, "Is it weird my brain just said 'it's just another kind of sparring'?"

Brunilda blinks, then snerks: "Well, your brain is not wrong, exactly..."

Fiora's brain seems to try to work this out. "Is there a winner? Can you win at sex? That isn't a thing, right?"

Brunilda hums: "If we both collapse after it gleefully happy, I'd call that a win." She smirks: "You know, 'sleeping together' and all that."

Fiora nods, blushing, "These are stupid questions, sorry. I'm just a little nervous, weirdly. I never get this nervous about stuff. But, the 'together' part sounds good..."

Brunilda smiles, then whispers: "If it helps at all... I have no more experience than you. We're on the same level, as it were. So... we can just explore together, can't we?"

Fiora grins, "Make it up as we go? Just like how I learned fighting~" She leans in to kiss as she squeezes Brun close.

Brunilda giggles into the kiss: "We can figure out what feels good and what doesn't with just us. Trial and error of the soft and emotional kind." She boops her trunk on Fiora's nose: "Also I love you. Figured I'd say that."

Fiora smirks, "It does bear repeating. Love you too. Your trunk... I'll tell you this, I do like how it feels when it's touching me. So, there's that... as a start."

Brunilda blinks, then blushes fiercely. "I um... oh." She takes a small breath inward. "I um... I definitely did not just think of a place I want to explore with my trunk. That might feel good for you."

Fiora blinks, taking a moment to catch up, then blushes brightly, "Oh! W-well... up to you... I just want to try stuff with you and, I mean, I'm over that threshold so, let's go crazy?" She laughs, but it's clear this isn't her usual bravado, she's a little nervous and excited about the idea.

Brunilda swallows, glances down at Fiora's legs before forcing herself to look back up. "Y-yeah uh, let's... one step at a time, right?" She gives her head a quick shake and continues massaging the giraffe's... shoulders. Definitely just shoulders for now.

Fiora laughs, somewhat in relief, she's committed but still uncertain, "Right. Yeah. But we can take those steps together now..."

Brunilda sighs: "I want to rush ahead with you, but I want to respect you too and take our time... gosh, why is this so hard?"

Fiora shakes her head, "Rushing ahead has always been how I've done things... but with this, I feel like... if we did that we'd screw something up?"

Brunilda blinks, then snorts in amusement. For a moment she attempts to hold in the reason for her stupid giggle, but can't. "...y-yeah, each other."

Fiora snorts, then gives Brun another kiss, "Well, don't worry about anything scaring me off. I'm brave. I can handle whatever you can dish out. And again, I love you, so this stuff shouldn't be anything 'bad'... it'll all just feel good for us both."

Brunilda hums into the kiss once more: "Mmhm, yeah. Let's just explore each other, I guess? I mean, not guess. Want." She pushes onto Fiora a bit, smiling. "Want to explore your body a bit more than just snuggling~."

Fiora hums, feeling Brun's weight press against her in a not so unpleasant way. Her hands run down to the elephants thighs, and back up towards her breasts, "Yeah. I- err, yeah. It's all exploration for me too. Not that I haven't been looking... just..."

Brunilda smiles, using one hand to loosen her chest garment a touch. "Just... yeah, all that." She leans in for another kiss, this one a bit more forceful than the ones before.

Fiora lets Brunilda set the pace, kissing back passionately in response to the elephant pressing against her. She hums, just enjoying the sensations of Brun's skin pressed against her.

Brunilda, for once in her life, is setting the pace. She's been wanting something like this for a long time. "Mmm~. Love you..." Her hands brush and massage all over Fiora's backside.

Fiora mrphs as the kiss breaks, no stranger to an occassional peck or snug from the elephant, but nothing quite so intense between them before. Her own hands are somewhat unsure where to go, and she just tries to mirror some of Brunilda's exploratory motions, rubbing and massaging Brun's backside. She lets out a breath, "Love you too~"

Brunilda doesn't really know what she's doing either, just doing what comes naturally. Her hands wander downwards, enough to start peeling Fiora's bodysuit off from the giraffe. "I want... all of you..."

Fiora wiggles to help Brunilda get the suit off, but otherwise lets her girlfriend remove it herself, her voice catches slightly, but she can't deny she wants this now, "I- I'm yours."

Brunilda mm's softly as she continues undressing the giraffe, just enjoying getting to finally do what she's maybe probably definitely dreamed of for a long time. "Just... stop me if need be." She looks at the expression on the giraffe's face: "...though I guess 'not yet' is the answer."

Fiora blushes, but nods, "Yeah... not yet." She takes her hands from Brunilda's back to pull her arms through her bodysuit, letting Brunilda remove her top.

Brunilda pauses upon removing Fiora's top, just admiring the view for a second. "...you have beautiful breasts, you know that?"

Fiora's face is still red, the compliment making it deepen slightly, "Well, working out doesn't do much for breast size, but..."

Brunilda chuckles as she lets her own top drop off, showing her own, definitely sizable breasts. "Oh trust me, these are just in the way most of the time. I like yours."

Fiora lets her gaze drop to stare at Brunilda's large breasts. She brings one of her hands back down to cradle the side of one of them, "I like yours too~."

Brunilda giggles softly at the touch, blushing on her ears: "W-well, that's one more good side of having them, then." Her own hands are on Fiora's sides, just slightly touching under and aside of the giraffe's breasts.

Fiora squeezes slightly, massaging Brunilda's breast, "I don't mind having a bit of a handful to work with. They... feel good to touch." She pauses, letting out an awkward laugh, "I sound so dorky... but it's true."

Brunilda smiles: "I don't mind a bit of dorky. I mean, I'm me, Fiora." She mm's at Fiora's touch on her breast. "A-and well, don't mind being a handful for you to work with, either~."

Fiora laughs, "But when you say stuff like that it sounds so... nice." Her other hand wanders back down to Brun's side while she continues to idly massage and fondle.

Brunilda smiles as her hands massage Fiora's lower back: "Then, what other reason do we need? If we both find each other... sexy, nice to look at... and feel..."

Fiora winks, "If my neck weren't so long I'd rest my head against them~." She laughs, "And you're not wrong... guess we don't really need a reason beyond that."

Brunilda winks back: "Well, we can always try and get more comfortable in our tent before we continue... exploring...~"

Fiora grins, "Comfortable could be good. You're the boss, so it's your call." She rather likes Brun taking charge in this, especially when she's unsure what way to go with it all.

Brunilda nods, then picks up her discarded pieces of armor, her chest wrap still kinda hanging around her waist. "I think I'd rather be horizontal if I'm going to make out with you~." She winks: "That way, you can rest your head on my breasts if you want."

Fiora pauses a moment before standing from the log, bringing her top as well as she prepares to follow, "That sounds pretty good to me, love."

Brunilda smirks: "See, I do have the occasional good idea~."

Fiora laughs, "Hey, mine best idea is usually to smash through the window. Obviously not going to work in this situation."

Brunilda laughs as she steps towards the tent: "I hope not. For one, we lack windows."

Fiora nods, "The tent wouldn't survive that, no matter how big it is."

Brunilda giggles as she opens the tent flap: "Maybe let's not be that rough on our first time, hmm?"

Fiora chuckls, but is still a little nervous about the idea as she follows Brunilda into the tent. "Well, we'll see, but I doubt things will get that crazy from just a bit of... touching... and then a bit more than that."

Brunilda chuckles softly as she sits down on her sleeping bag, patting the spot next to her. "We don't need to do anything crazy. Unless you count that I am pretty crazy about you. C'mere, pretty thing~"

Fiora settles down next to Brun, leaning against her, "I've been called crazy too, and you want to ah, 'do' me, right?"

Brunilda blushes and smiles: "Suppose there's no point or reason to deny it. Y-yeah, I want to. Pleasure you. See what makes you feel."

Fiora chuckles, giving Brun a kiss, "Well, I'll lay back and let you continue what you started outside~." She leans back, not entirely certain how best to pose herself, spending a moment positioning her hand.

Brunilda hesitates, then leans on her hands to position herself halfway above the giraffe...

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