Fanya took a final puff of her cigarette and put it down in the ashtray. As she continued to caress and explore Becca's naked body with her fingertips, Fanya returned those kisses of Becca's passionately, she did so enjoy kissing Becca. Becca's kisses were not just sexually exciting but Becca had a sense of playful passion to her and an innocence that Fanya could only remember deep in the recesses of her mind. Fanya listened intently and smiled warmly as Becca accepted her. Then her warm smile turned into a naughty grin when she mentioned more information that she needed...<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Oh Becca, you know me. I can never have enough information..</span>" She winked and laughed, mostly at herself. She was really hoping that Becca could laugh at Fanya... one of the things she disliked about her job or position was that people felt that they couldn't tease or make fun of her. She did adore being teased or made fun of, since she did find herself fairly odd too. When Becca said she didn't want what happened to only happen once, Fanya smiled brightly, almost like a school girl who was just asked out to the prom.<br/><br/>Fanya nibbled at her top lip as Becca nibbled at her bottom, totally distracted, though she did control herself when Becca continued about her feelings for Jynx and the possibility of her taking up her offer to her annoyance. Fanya shook her head, to reassure her that she would never get sick of her and that she didn't think things would fall apart between her and Jynx.  Her finger tips continued to glide around her curves, her eyes admiring Becca's shape and form but more than that, Becca herself.<br/><br/>Then Becca started talking about Jynx and her intentions and a sudden realization came to Fanya's mind that made her eyes go wide and she understood what was misunderstood by Becca. Even though she understood her concern, she patted Becca on the shoulder and sat indian style up, pulling Becca up to sit with her on the bed so that she could look directly at her.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Oh, Love... I'm not concerned about Jynx knowing... Honestly, and I know Jynx less well than you do, obviously, but from what I do know about Jynx, I don't think this... what we shared... is going to... change things between you two, at least. I mean, I intended to tell her if you weren't up to it in the first place, though I would be at a loss as to how to bring it up or when it would even come up. But that's not the matter. I don't believe in deception when it comes to sex, at least. I think she understands what kind of person I am... she certainly shouldn't be surprised.</span>" She giggled a bit at herself, and then became more serious, "<span style="color: purple">I think..this...</span>" she motioned between her and Becca sitting together naked, "<span style="color: purple">is not going to be an issue for Jynx, or at least, it won't ruin chances between you two. Yes, I agree with you, she is very sweet inside but she is also a pragmatist. She's survived the wastelands because she is a pragmatist. I think you two will be fine in that regard.That's not what I wanted to talk about though about Jynx.</span>"<br/><br/>She took Becca's hands in hers and caressed them softly pulling her arms slightly forward which caused Becca's breast to come together in an erotic way, same as how Fanya's own were doing the same at the very moment, side-effect of their hand holding in this position.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Jynx is standing on side of a cliff that falls down 1000 feet. There is a bridge to the other side... where you are standing but Jynx can not see that bridge right now, she is in so much... </span>" Fanya's eyes grew dark for a moment, "<span style="color: purple">...pain.</span>"<span style="color: purple">Becca... you will need to hold out your hand to her and let her come to you. You will have to help her believe that that the bridge she can not see is there.</span>" Fanya took a moment to think while holding her hand still, raising her hands up to kiss Becca's top of her hand, almost chivalriously.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Jynx is.. struggling with being in control of her needs. Right now, she lets those needs rule her when she is weaker. I believe she wants to rid herself of the need or at least, learn to master it. It's not something that she can do on her own. I can help her... to an extent, but she will need more than just me giving her advice and encouraging her. She will need the faith, love and acceptance that I believe you can provide her, Becca. That was my concern for Jynx. I wanted you to be prepared for that.</span>"<br/><br/>Fanya did watch Becca bit her lip nervously and ask about the large elephant in the room. She knew this would come at some point, she smiled softly, understood the need to ask and knew she owed her an explanation, especially since they were so intimate before.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">You are not at all out of line, Rebecca.</span>" She kissed her softly on the lips to make that cute nervous look go away, at least for now, "<span style="color: purple">As you know, the human species has been reacting to the fallout of the Great War now for quite sometime. The wasteland has been reacting to humans and humans have been evolving... We have ghouls as they are called and other types of creatures, some call them 'super mutants' but in one way or another, they are all mutated humans in some form.</span>" She now slide next to Becca, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the suite's floor at her side, her arms supporting her against the bed as she looked down.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I didn't have something as horrific happen to me like most ghouls have... but I have had a reaction to the wasteland... I grew a... skin... of some sort. It seems to be a layer of protection against radiation and other times of toxic waste, I'm not sure of the complex elements involved in the layer, some doctors found lead, others found gold, but never in high enough amounts to matter or poison me or anyone else. It's sort of mystery but I don't get affected by most of the rads or waste of the land here.</span>" She takes a side-long glance at Becca, "<span style="color: purple">It's not just red... well, you will see tomorrow, I suppose.</span>"<br/><br/>Fanya stood up and walked to the suite window to look over the Vegas strip, her arms crossed in front of her under chest, her naked backside on display to Becca, "<span style="color: purple">my eyes.. well, let's just say I do have some things in common with Jynx...</span>" She couldn't look at Becca at that moment. "<span style="color: purple">Nor can I fully explain how and why my eyes do what they do all the time. I understand if any of this... ends...</span>" her voice goes hoarse for a moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>