Relation to other stories: Installment 2 of 6. Pre "Girls Week."
Disclaimer: Characters aren't owned by me, just appearing in my story featuring the characters of Mutant X.
Written 12/10/2004 by LT Magnus
If Walls Could Talk
After a long day Shalimar slowly made her way into her room to unwind. She sprawled across her bed and kicked her shoes to the floor. She reached under the bed to remove a green notebook. She placed it on the sheets in front of her and opened its pages. She'd been writing her thoughts down for a while now. It was always the same. She'd lie down at night and only be able to think of one thing, Emma. She'd nearly filled her notebook on thoughts of how she loved the psionic. She knew if anyone ever got a hold of it, it could mean trouble for her friendship with the psionic. That was one of the reasons she still hadn't told her exactly how she felt, or how deeply she felt it. But every night she returned to her room and poured her heart out to those empty, awaiting pages. How many times had she wished she could let Emma read them just once? How many true love scenarios had she played over and over in her head? How many times had she wished to wake up beside the smiling psionic just once? She always thought herself a fierce predator, but when it came to her heart and Emma, she was just a timid kitten. She wished she could just curl up inside Emma's loving arms and feel her soft fingers through her hair. Listen to her heartbeat sing her to sleep. So many perfect visions of her and Emma she wished would someday come true. But for now, she would only write about it and dream about it, longing for the day her fiction became real.
Emma sighed as she closed the door to her bedroom behind her. She shuffled across the carpet to lift an envelope from the desk. She brought it to the bed to lay down with her notepad. She couldn't count the number of poems she'd written in the last year. But she know they all had one thing in common, Shalimar. So many times she wished she could give her one of her poems. She loved the feral more than she'd realized. The love they shared was a type of mutual, unspoken one. Understood, yet never really confessed. It was confusing. She wondered if she was supposed to suggest an official bonding of the two of them. She turned to rest her head on her soft pillow. She wished every night that when she awoke in the morning she'd see Shalimar's brown eyes staring back at her own. She wished she could wake up in the arms of the purring feral every morning of her life. Just seeing Shalimar every day made all of them bright for her. She'd imagined sharing her bed, her heart, and her life with that feral that had stolen her heart. No matter who else she was with, or whatever she did, she still loved Shalimar every second of every day.
Emma slowly closed her eyed as she felt the impact of the day taking its toll on her mind and her bones. She knew though Shalimar wasn't there with her to hold, that one day she would be. Emma smiled as images of Shalimar appeared to take her to her dreams she'd hoped would soon enough come true.
