<strong>Franny Stein</strong><br/><br/>Fran grins, "Damn, that's pretty useful. Thanks, Becky.." Just as she's about to tuck the feather into her pocket, she feels the angel's lips brushing her own. She smiles and reaches up to cup the other woman's cheek, her eyes sliding shut as she dares to make the kiss linger just a bit. Her other hand drops, gently settling upon the lapsed angel's hip. Fran's lips are warm and soft against Becky's, fitting nicely against the angels. As the kiss ends, she leans back and grins, "..and thank you for that, too. I'd give you a neck bolt or somethin' in return, but I sort of need them to live." She winks.