Fanya cradled Becca in her arms. She spooned her from behind, held her tight to her ever-warm body as she shook and convulsed in her embrace. Fanya's mout placed kisses of calming pleasure along the nape of Becca's neck reaching up to back of her ear when she finally breathed into her ear, "<span style="color: purple">Rebecca...</span>", her hands smoothed out the quivering muscles under Becca's skin, and Becca's own orgasmic scent so near her nose and still glistening on Fanya's face, her tongue occasionally taking needy licks off the side of her lips to consume more of her. Fanya's own body was expanding and contracting as she comes down from her own peak, post-coital evidence of it still sliding down her thighs.<br/><br/>Fanya could not deny Becca. Though content Fanya was to shelter Becca's racked body from the climax, she felt her stir in her arms/ She contemplated speaking to her, telling her of the torrent of emotions and conflict that she feels, but no words could even contain the moment that they just shared... are sharing. Would Becca understand when Fanya's force of nature led her to someone else's bed? What would happen to this special moment? And what about Jynx?<br/><br/>Becca was enveloped again upon her return to reality. Arms, legs and body wrapped around her, holding her steady and surrounding world. The scent of sex, of lilacs and of comfort filled her nostrils and the caresses of fingertips filled her mind as she opened her eyes realizing that it was not just a dream. At least this one night was not just a dream.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>