Psionic Sex

By Ferae Naturae

AN: Happy Birthday ChEsTeRz!! I've never written anything like this before, so forgive if it isn't quite right. And come on, you can't tell me someone hasn't even contemplated this, I mean, the literal meaning of a mind-fuck... maybe it's just my dirty mind...

She's fire,

I'm oil,

This smoke you see around her

Is me

~Adapted from a poem by Rumi

Watching her partner carefully, judging her mood from the look on her face and the expression in her eyes and the touch of her mind in her own, she leant forward so that her hips put the gentlest pressure on her lover's. The soft noise it prompted was enough to congratulate her. Entwining their legs she lowered herself so that every inch of them was touching, their cheeks pressed together. Bringing her face around she moved downwards so that they could kiss, deep and strong, another wash of heat rising in her and causing the blush in her cheeks to deepen.

"Can I try something." Emma whispered, not sure the world would hold if she spoke normally.

"What did you have in mind?" Shalimar whispered back.

"Something... different." She grinned. She shifted, eliciting a groan from Shalimar where she had moved against her.

"Whatever you want." She murmured thickly. "You evil woman." She added.

Emma didn't disagree, but held her eyes and reached inside of herself to the calm centre where her power resided. It was like a hot bundle of fibres contained inside a small unit, restrained as she blocked herself from the outside world. But today, instead of drawing out her power as she normally would, strand by strand, she threw down the door to the container, opening that channel directly into Shalimar, feeding it between them, throwing it into her.

Pure red waves rippled away as the first huge shock-wave diminished.

"Shit." Shalimar murmured as soon as she could gasp a breath. She lay panting for a moment as her breathing returned to her. Trying to determine where Emma had gone she realised it would be easier if she opened her eyes. Finding no trace of her even with her eyes open she followed the sound of breathless giggling. She found herself leaning over the edge of the bed, looking down on Emma where she lay on the floor beside the bed, hair spread out beneath her like a discarded silk top.

"Holy Shit." Emma agreed. The power still steamed around her and between them, drawing them back together as though it recognised Shalimar as the other half of the party now and wanted another go. It drew emotional patterns across her forehead and she was amazed to find her own emotions perfectly clarified and alone inside her own head as her powers moved around outside, temporarily freed.

"Wanna come back up here?" Shalimar asked quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear unconsciously as it fell about her face.

"When I can move again, sure." Emma grinned again, wondering how long it would take for the dancing emotions to return to her, where they belonged. She felt strangely lonely without their comforting presence, but the presence of her lover overruled it as Shalimar reached out to brush long thin fingers along her cheekbone.

"That was fun." She was whispering and somehow the sound of her hushed voice brought Emma back to herself, the power draining back into her.

"Yeah." She reached her hand up Shalimar's arm, like a creeper growing up a tree, to touch her face and brushed her hair aside again, moving it out from behind her ear to fall curtain-like around her face. "Want to try again?"

AN2: Don't expect me to make a habit of this. I don't do sex scenes, but this was begging for it. *Wicked grin*

Disclaimer - I don't own these characters or situations, they belong to Tribune Entertainment and the rest, but I do own the storyline and writing. I'm not making any money out of this writing, I do it just for fun. I would LOVE for the show to steal this... or in fact any other S/E fic that I've done. I promise not to sue at all if they do!