Fanya's light grip on her wrist stopped Becca from backing up and her eyes met Fanya's. God, Becca could get lost in those eyes. She nodded and a little shiver ran down her spine. What was it about the way that Fanya said her name and made Becca melt? She returned Fanya's smile and the hug that followed it, holding just a second longer than Fanya before she was able to make herself let go.<br/><br/>She stood still and watched Fanya walk to the door.<span style="color: indigo"> "Goodnight Miss LaRae." </span>She said softly and forced herself not to pout. It was harder than she expected. When the door closed, Becca sagged. She missed Fanya's warmth already. With a sigh, she shook her head. She was exhausted. She picked up the strange object, smiling softly that is lay forgotten amidst the messed sheets and blankets. After putting it back in the safe she simply flopped onto the bed, uncaring of her nudity.<br/><br/>She knew that she should really have a shower but she honestly did not want Fanya's scent gone. Instead she just wrapped up in the blanket and hoped that she would be up in time for a shower in the morning. Within minutes of that thought, Becca was asleep and having very naughty dreams.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>