Fanya beamed a warm smile into Becca's eyes as she fumbled through her thoughts, she nodded at her in both understanding and compassion for what Becca was feeling, all the while keeping her fingertips slowly caressing through Becca's matted locks. Noticing the stifled yawn, reading her body language her eyes told Becca of the adoration of the aura of Becca's adorableness that she seemed to breath out of her in every moment.<br/><br/>When Becca moved up, cupping her face, Fanya kissed softly not wanting to outwear her welcome but coming away from the kiss, her eyes big and wide, letting Becca see just a little of the internal joy that Fanya was feeling in being treated so special after their lovely romp. Becca offered the cigarette to her and her lips turned into a half-embarrassed but also half-thankful as she gladly accepted, placing the cigarette between her lips and then leaning in close to Becca, her eyes half-lidded waiting for the light. Fanya heard the next words come out of Becca's mouth and knew they were coming as it was something that was on her mind as well. After a few puffs and politely blowing the smoke away from Becca's area, letting some of the smoke out through her nose, she let her hand slowly caress Becca's bare back, her fingertips moving down her spine, an expression of admiration of her beauty. Becca's curves where sensually sexy, womanly. She was a prime specimen of what human life should have been like before the great war. Just elegant, beautiful, desirable.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">You are.... </span>" she purred for a moment as she stretched out in front of Becca on the bed, then her hand returning to leave little caresses upon her skin, "<span style="color: purple">something special... incredible yourself, Becca.</span>" She beamed brightly at her, her cheeks darkening slightly, "<span style="color: purple">I'm not sure I can even remember everything I felt, it was that... intense.</span>"<br/><br/>She moved forward closer to Becca, allowing her fingertips to travel around her skin more completely, exploring her minor nooks and crannies of her body.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Love, as you might imagine, I tend to.... get around quite a bit.</span>"  She took a deep breath, her eyes pleaded in hopes of acceptance and understanding, "<span style="color: purple">It's ah... built into my blood, best I can tell.</span>" She continued her fingers trek across  her body. "<span style="color: purple">I hope that is not shocking to you or unacceptable. In reality, most people I run into are put off by the color... while others... once they've had me once, tend to move on.</span>" Her smile beamed bright again, "<span style="color: purple">This is why I like you so much. I could tell that you wouldn't do that to me.</span>" She let out a soft sigh as her fingers found spots that she felt like slowly returning to, stroking the area a bit.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I don't know exactly what you are looking for in me... I know I can't promise you any sort of... exclusivity, but I also know I don't want to hurt you with that fact.</span>" Fanya bent down to kiss her forehead before leaning back and continuing."<span style="color: purple">What I can say that is different than most people that I've... encountered... is that my door is always open to you, Becca. You are welcome to share this again if you so desire.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">That being said, I would like to discuss Jynx. She is... important to me in ways you may not be privy to and how... we... affect her is very important to me as well.</span>" Her eyes became more serious but still her express was tender while her fingers stroked Becca's skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>