Fanya took a sharp intake of breath when Becca's lips met hers. Her eyes went wide but then slid closed as she definitely returned the kiss, not opening her mouth just yet but allowing her lips to move and brush across Becca's, her own hand coming up to brush Becca's hair back over her ear, her warm hand cradling the back of Becca's head. Her heart pounded in chest as she leaned forward, wanting so badly to just pounce, her own will and original intention here breaking down in her more base desires and needs. Fanya let out a pleasant moan, so long she had imagined her lips meeting Becca's and much more of Becca than just this. There was no doubt in her mind how much she wanted Becca, desired her, needed to feel one with her as she had done with so many others before. There was an innate sexiness to her innocence and nativity. She wanted to bring her so much pleasure that it it would open a new world of sensation to Becca that Becca didn't even knew existed, forever changing Becca's meaning of life and what truly living actually meant.<br/><br/>All this flooded her mind when Becca broke the kiss, her eyes opened slowly from the break, long after Becca's own eyes fluttered open as she quickly apologized.<br/><br/>Finally gazing at Becca, Fanya smiled and if she could tell, her cheeks became a darker red with flush as she took one long steady intake of break and let it out slowly. Her mind rushed about in all her feelings and mixed up emotions. She remembered that<i>if</i>' anything was going to happen, she wasn't going to turn on her pheromones in order to seduce, she had too many priorities to account for for that.<br/><br/>She didn't necessarily lean back from the kiss but spoke in soft slow undertones,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Becca, no need to apologize. It's perfectly natural.... I...</span>" She reached forward and caresses Becca's cheek softly, "<span style="color: purple">I am sure you know, I do... want you... quite a bit. It's just my nature.</span>"  Her eyes smiled at her, beaming into her there was desire awakened in them but also something else,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I care about you both so much, Jynx and You. You two are really in a delicate situation right now. I would be mortified if I did anything to disturb that.</span>" Fanya's body edged closer to Becca's, her flesh, the scent of lilacs, the heat coming off of her was intense.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I assumed you would agree. You want her more than you want me, yes?</span>" It was almost as if that very fact, that very assumption about Becca excited her more than Becca's own desires for her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>