Fanya blinked and opened her eyes, the iris hazel brown once more, her arms wrapped around Becca's body, her fingers idly playing in her hair as Becca rested her head on her shoulder. Their sweat mixed with the scent of sex was all over them. She looked around the room, just with her eyes and wondered for a moment how she got here. Or more accurately... how exactly this happened. Her intention was to see what Becca might have figured out about the device. This... this was certainly a leap from that.<br/><br/>She felt fulfilled.... satisfied. Relaxed... Goddess, she needed to smoke. But that was okay. Becca felt lovely in her arms laying back in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Becca felt good but still the thought crept back into her mind. She wanted Becca to support Jynx in this way. To help Jynx out of the hole she was in. She wanted Becca to be... dedicated to Jynx in a way. Fanya didn't want to to be in the way of that.<br/><br/>'<i>Ah, Fanya... you still think like the traditional girl you grew up as, don't you?</i>' she pondered and smiled to herself<br/><br/>Becca probably just used her. Becca could probably just handle getting in her one night with her and still be completely able to be what Jynx needs. Becca was most likely fully capable and experienced in poly-amorous interrelations.<br/><br/>She let her fingers play at Becca's hair, her eyes coming down a bit to small squints as she admired Becca's gorgeous naked form against her.... truly enjoying the moment.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">So....</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>