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Part 5
Emma slowly opened her eyes, as at some point during the kiss they had closed. Noticing Emmas' lack of response, Shalimar instantly assumed the worst.
"Oh, no." Moving away to lean on the other side of the open doorframe, she closed her eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry Emma, I guess I just…." She stopped when she felt Emmas' fingertips on her lips.
"….moved away too fast." Emma finished for her. Shalimar opened her eyes in surprise, to find Emma staring into them, eyes dilated. Gently pulling Shalimar into her room, Emma closed the door behind them, turning the lock.
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Pushing Shalimar down onto the edge of the bed, Emma straddled her, sitting on her lap with one knee either side of her, as Shalimars hands instinctively moved to Emmas' waist to support her. Putting her hands on Shalimars shoulders, Emma moved closer, kissing her way up from the base of her neck, along her jaw-line; winding one hand up round the back of her neck.
Pulling away, Emma ran her hands through Shalimars' hair, breathing heavily. "You're sure you want this?" she asked, not looking into her eyes "….because if we go much further, I'm not sure I'll be able to turn back again."
Reaching up with one hand, Shalimar cupped Emmas' face in it, caressing her as Emma moved into the touch. Pulling Emma towards her, she kissed her, more forceful this time, making it clear what her answer was and what she wanted. Exploring Emmas' mouth with her tongue, she slid her hand down from Emmas' cheek along her side, resting it on the top of her thigh, near her hip. Smiling as she felt Emmas' sharp intake of breath at her touch, she smoothly stroked her thumb back and forth across her leg, feeling the rapid rise and fall of Emmas' chest against her own.
Breaking the kiss, Emma leant her forehead against Shalimars. "God I missed you" she sighed. "I thought I'd lost you forever."
"No chance" Shalimar replied. "You're not getting rid of me now." She chuckled softly. "Betcha regret that."
Lifting her head to look her in the eyes, Emma stared at her. "Never." she murmured. Tilting her head slightly, she caught Shalimars' mouth with her own; at first gentle, but then more insistent, demanding.
Keeping a firm grip on Emmas' waist, Shalimar laid down, taking Emma with her. Running her hands up her back, she pulled on her shoulders, bringing her down on top of her, then rolling her onto her back.
Supporting her weight on her arms, Shalimar gazed down at Emma, memorising the way she looked; the slight flush to her cheeks, the brightness of her eyes, the way her hair fanned across the sheets below. Blushing under the other womans' scrutiny, Emma reached up and wound her hands around Shalimars' neck, pulling herself up to softly kiss her. Sliding back down, she slid her hands round from the back of her neck to the front, then down her chest and sides. Closing her eyes, Shalimar focused on the sensations Emmas' hands were creating. Watching her flinch at the contact with her sides, Emma slid her hands back up, taking hold of the zipper to Shalimars' tight black leather top. Slowly pulling it down, she ran her finger along the bare skin, sliding her hands inside the jacket and around her waist, brushing across her firm stomach. A small groan escaped Shalimars' mouth, her lips parting slightly.
Stretching up, Emma lightly kissed Shalimars' open mouth, then trailed the tip of her tongue down her neck, kissing the soft skin there, then continued down between the valley of her breasts and across her stomach, circling Shalimars' navel. Once again, Shalimar moaned, then pulled Emma up to her, holding her tightly against her as she forcefully kissed her, their tongues joining in fierce battle as their passions grew.
Pushing Emma down again, Shalimar slid her hands up her top, pulling it over Emmas' head, then skimmed her hands down her bare sides. Reaching the hem of her jeans, she ran her finger round the inside of them, tugging at them slightly. Gasping, Emma arched up towards her, grabbing Shalimars' head and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Meanwhile, Shalimar continued to play with the rim of Emmas' jeans, eventually undoing the button and pulling down the zipper.
Emma transferred her attentions to Shalimars' neck, giving her the opportunity to speak.
"Tell me…exactly how often…do you go commando?" She could feel Emmas' smile on her skin as she changed her focus to Shalimars' throat. Arching her head back to give her better access, Shalimar groaned, the vibrations rolling over Emmas' mouth.
Taking advantage of Shalimars' distraction, Emma moved her hands up to her shoulders, maintaining her attentions to her throat. Pushing at the jacket Shalimar still wore, she muttered "You're wearing….far too many….clothes….Miss Fox."
Panting, Shalimar forced Emmas' head back up so she could reach her mouth. "Care….to give me a hand….with that problem….Miss DeLauro?" she replied
"Oh certainly" Emma obliged, pushing the jacket entirely off her shoulders. As Shalimar shrugged it off of her arms, Emma wasted no time in turning her attentions to the pair of black trousers that were still form-fitted to her body.
Growling in frustration at her inability to remove the offending clothing, she knelt upright, forcing Shalimar onto her back. Crawling between her bent raised legs, she finally got the clasp open, tugging the trousers down past Shalimars knees and over her bare feet. "You're one to talk about going commando" she smirked as she ran her hands up the inside of Shalimars' legs, gliding over the top and around to her hips.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Shalimar watched as Emma worked her way back up towards her. Abruptly hooking her legs around Emmas' middle, she pulled her closer to her.
"And you're one to talk about wearing too many clothes" she replied as she slid Emmas' jeans down with her feet. Encircling Emmas' neck with her arms, her legs crossed behind Emmas' back, Shalimar dragged her down fully on top of her.
Alternating between kissing and nipping, she focused on working her way down Emmas' neck and across her shoulders. Midway across her collarbone, she jumped when she felt Emmas' finger lightly stroking along her skin, slowly but gradually working its way down her right side. Holding tightly to Emma, she trembled as her hand moved across her breast, stroking and circling, then down her abdomen. Running her hand through Emmas' hair, she pulled her in for a soft kiss, then brought her hand up from her abdomen to kiss the palm of her hand, her wrist, then her face again. Lacing her other hand with Emmas', she repeated her actions. Feeling Emmas' hand return to its original position, she held her breath as it moved further down, running through her curls, then gently brushing over her clitoris.
Arching her back, she dug her fingers into Emmas' shoulder, burying her face in her neck as she whimpered. Slowly entering her, Emma continued her light touches, whilst allowing Shalimar to adjust to the feel of her.
Beginning a gentle rhythm, she was acutely aware of Shalimars scent, sounds, expressions, and movements. Increasing the pace, she knew she was close.
Feeling her body respond to her touch, she held her as Shalimar bit down on her shoulder to stifle her cries; the exhaustion and turmoil of the past days catching up with her as she rapidly went over the edge, shuddering and collapsing against her.
Laying her back onto the bed, Emma pulled her into her arms and covered them both with the blanket. Looking down at her, she tenderly brushed loose strands of hair away from her sweat-soaked brow. At her soft touch, Shalimar dazedly opened her eyes, looking up into Emmas'. She rubbed her thumb against Emmas' hand where their hands were still entwined.
"Thank you" she whispered, curling into her embrace, resting her head on Emmas' chest.
"For what?" Emmas' forehead creased, puzzlement on her face.
"For still being my friend. For not turning me away after all I did to you." She nuzzled into Emma. "For what you just gave me."
Holding her close, Emma rested her chin on Shalimars head. "You don't have to thank me for any of that Shalimar. I did it because I love you."
Shalimars eyes opened at her words, disbelief on her face. Did she just say that she….no, she meant it in a platonic sense Shalimar….there's no chance….is there? She looked up at Emma, uncertainty and confusion on her face.
"I…." She tried to say the words herself, but they wouldn't come out. She knew inside that she felt the same way; had for a while now, but still she couldn't say the words out loud. She looked back down, ashamed at her inability to express her affection as easily as Emma had.
"Shal….I don't expect you to reciprocate my feelings. I just want you to know that, for me, this wasn't just a random fling. I *do* have genuine feelings for you, but I'll understand if you want to forget this happened." This time it was Emmas' turn to look away, a hint of sorrow lacing her voice.
Horrified, Shalimar looked back up at her. "No, Emma…." she choked out. "It's not that….I just…." She fell silent again, struggling with her feelings.
Emma could sense the turmoil within her. Tilting her head to look her in the eyes, she asked softly "Do you feel at all the same about me?" Shalimar nodded slightly, her eyes confessing her love, but also expressing her fears and doubts that the confession brought. "Then nothing else matters."
She moved, spooning up behind her. Shalimar sighed in contentment as Emma slid an arm around her waist, protectively holding her, hand resting on Shalimars' stomach.
Listening to Emmas' steady breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against her back, she fell asleep, hand intertwined with Emmas'.
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Emma awoke during the night, unsure of what had disturbed her. Looking down, she saw that Shalimar was still asleep. Listening carefully for any signs of danger, she could hear none. Deciding she had imagined it, Emma snuggled back into the bed, tucking the covers back around them from where they'd slipped down in the night. Closing her eyes, she began to fall asleep again when she heard it – a low growl. Opening her eyes again, she looked back at Shalimar. Cautiously scanning her, she read the feelings from her. Once again Shalimar snarled, this time louder, more threatening, yet at the same time scared, fearful.
Opening her mind fully to that of Shalimars', she saw flashes, images of a laboratory, then a prison cell; felt intense pain, helplessness as her friends were tortured and killed before her. Closing herself to the horrific scenes, she felt Shalimar squirming in her grasp, low growls punctuated by the occasional whimper.
Attempting to reach up to Shalimar, Emma noticed for the first time that she had her hand in a vice-like grip. Rather than wake her, Emma once again entered Shalimars' mind, replacing the terrifying images with peaceful ones, soothing her mind. Reaching up with her free hand, she stroked Shalimars' hair and face.
"It's okay Shal; you're safe, at Sanctuary. Nothing's gonna hurt you, it's just your imagination." Continuing to smooth her hair back from her face, she whispered words of comfort and reassurance, feeling Shalimar relax her hold on her hand, the tension leaving her body. Waiting patiently, she watched her return to a restful sleep, the whimpers eventually ceasing. Laying her head back down on the pillow, Emma watched over her until she could no longer keep her eyes open, and fell back into a deep sleep.
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Waking first in the morning, Shalimar laid still, content to be wrapped in Emmas' arms. She sighed, thinking back over the strange events that had led to her current position. She smiled Hell this whole….relationship?...is weird! She was so used to being the alpha partner in her relationships; it was kind of nice to let someone else take control. It surprised her – she'd always thought of Emma as a sort of quiet, shy person, but she'd seen a different side of Emma recently. ….and liked it as well! she thought to herself, chuckling.
The sound woke Emma, who shifted slightly behind her. "Good morning" she murmured into Shalimars' neck.
Reaching up behind her, Shalimar twisted and gently pulled Emmas' head down to meet hers, pulling her into a passionate, probing kiss. Ending the contact, she kept their lips bare millimetres apart.
"I love you" she breathed, no hesitation or fear in her voice. Closing the short distance between them, she began another deep kiss.
Pulling back in surprise, Emma stared back at her. "What….why…."
Shalimar interrupted her bewildered questioning. "I was thinking about everything that's been happening lately, and I realised that I can't go on living in fear of getting hurt. Not when I've got a chance of true happiness right beside me" Kissing her briefly once more, she laid back into Emmas' hold.
Burying her head back into Shalimars' neck, Emma kissed her throat, idly stroking her stomach with her thumb.
"I'm glad you realised that"
"Mmm…." Shalimar purred at the contact on her stomach, closing her eyes in pleasure.
"Stop purring" Emma gasped from behind. Grinning, Shalimar turned to look at her.
"Why?" she asked, drawing the word out, already knowing the answer.
"Because…." Emma ground out between gritted teeth. "It's turning me on. As you well know." Shalimar grinned ferally, her eyes lighting up. She did already know the effect it was having on Emma; her heightened senses enabled her to smell her arousal.
"Oh, really?" Rolling over, she half-laid on Emma, folding her arms across her chest and looking down at her. "And that's a bad thing because….?"
"Because…." Emma stretched up and kissed her on the nose. "You have to meet Adam in half an hour for a check-up."
Shalimar groaned and put her head down on her arms.
"Aw no, it's too early for a check-up." Glancing up to look at Emma, a sly grin appeared on her face. "You know…." she began, "you could cancel my appointment with him….tell him I'm still asleep or something."
"Oh no you don't, you're gonna go and have that check-up if I have to drag you down there myself."
"Oh? That could be fun" she smirked, gaining a raised eyebrow from Emma. "Aw c'mon Emma, you know what Adam's like in the mornings, especially if he's been up all night again. He's mean!" Sidling up to her she purred. "I'll make it worth your while if you let me stay…."
Emma slid to the side, moving slightly out of her reach. "Not gonna work Shal."
Shalimar smiled, showing her teeth. "You know I'm gonna take that as a challenge, right?" Regaining her hold on Emma, she began to kiss and nip her way down her body. Groaning, Emma threw her head back, surrendering to Shalimars' ministrations.
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"Adam to Emma." Jerking upright, startled at the sound of Adams' voice over the com-link, she stammered a reply.
"Yeah….uh.…yes I'm here Adam"
"I was wondering if you could bring Shalimar down for her check-up. You know how stubborn she is about these things. She'll do anything to get out of them."
Preparing to answer him, Emma gasped out loud as Shalimar reached a particularly sensitive area on her body. Shalimar looked up at her from where she had worked her way down under the covers, a mischievous grin lighting up her face and eyes. "*Anything*" she mouthed silently at her, grinning seductively.
"Emma, are you alright?" Adams' concerned voice came over the link.
"Yeah, I'm….fine" Emma managed to get out, as Shalimar focused all of her attentions on that one area. Reaching down, Emma grabbed her head and pulled her away from her body. Shalimar instantly transferred her attention to Emmas' hand. Kissing her palm, she nipped her wrist; looking back up to Emma and raising both eyebrows briefly, accompanied by her sly smile.
"Umm….yeah about Shalimar" Emma continued. "I just dropped by to check on her….and she was still….asleep. It might be a good idea to leave her to sleep it off first." Tuning out of what Shalimars' wandering hands and mouth were doing to her, she focused on her conversation with Adam.
"Okay, that's probably a good idea. Do you want to keep an eye on her or shall I?"
"I'll do it" Emma quickly responded. "You can continue with your lab work then." she hastily covered.
"Alright then. Call me when she wakes up."
As Adam cut the link, Emma returned her focus to the current events.
"I got you out of your check-up for a few hours" she said. "You can stop torturing me now."
Shalimars' head poked up from under the covers. "And what if I don't want to stop? I'm kind of enjoying myself here" she grinned wickedly. Taking Emmas' hand again, she kissed each finger in turn, then took the index finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue round the tip.
"Ohh, no" Emma moaned, writhing against her. "Too much, stop" she begged.
"Hmm….no. This is too much fun" Shalimar replied, turning her attention back to the sensitive spot just below Emmas ribs. Ducking back under the covers, she continued her journey down Emmas' body, exploring every inch whilst managing to avoid the one place Emma burned to be touched. Completing her physical exploration, she pulled away, breaking all contact.
Laughing at Emmas' frustrated groan, she crawled back up the bed and laid beside her, head propped up on one arm. Emma rolled to face her.
"You're mean, you know that?" she smiled, reaching out a hand to play with Shalimars' long hair.
"Yeah, but you can't resist me". She smiled lopsidedly, looking into Emmas' eyes. Leaning in towards her, head tilted slightly, Emma gazed back.
"You know me too well" she murmured as she made contact with Shalimars' lips. The kiss was soft, gentle; none of the passion from before present; purely an expression of deep affection. Shalimar sighed in contentment.
"Mm. Did anyone ever tell you, you're really….really….good at that?" she punctuated her words with light kisses across Emmas' face and neck.
Emma was beginning a response when she felt Shalimar lean heavily on her. Looking down, she saw that she'd slumped against Emmas' chest. Concerned, Emma rubbed her bare shoulder.
"Shal?" when there was no response, she gently shook her. "Shal?"
Shalimar moaned, shaking her head and trying to sit upright. Helping her, Emma moved so that she could look her in the face.
"Open your eyes for me, c'mon." Looking up at her with glazed eyes, Shalimar held a hand to her head.
"I don't feel so good Emma"
"Its okay Shal, we'll just get you down to the lab – Adam will figure out what's wrong." Standing up to move off the bed, she suddenly realised neither of them were in any state to be going outside of the room. Pulling a shirt over her head, she eased Shalimar into a long night shirt. Helping her to stand, she pulled one of Shalimars' arms around her shoulder, holding onto the hand dangling down by her neck, and wrapping her other arm around her waist.
"Okay Shalimar, lets try walking now, yeah?" Shalimar nodded slightly, swaying as she moved ahead. Stumbling, she pitched forwards, until Emma caught her around the waist and stabilised her.
"Adam. Adam, there's something wrong with Shalimar. I'm bringing her down to the lab."
"Okay, I'm heading there now. Can you manage her on your own?
"I'll try." Moving Shalimar out of the room into the hallway, they slowly made their way down the corridor; Shalimar half leaning on Emma, half leaning on the wall.
Brennen appeared from around the corner, out of breath. Going to the other side of Shalimar, he helped Emma support her as they walked.
"Adam called, said there something up? You okay?" he directed the question at Emma, who was struggling under Shalimars weight.
"I'm fine – Shalimar just suddenly felt ill. I'm not sure what's wrong with her.
"Stop….talking….'bout me….like I'm not here." Shalimar mumbled. "I'm fine." Pitching forwards again, she lost her balance. Grabbing hold of her, Brennen swept her into his arms and carried her to the lab. Laying her out on the table, he moved aside as Emma moved to stand beside her. Holding her hand, she moved in to speak to her.
"Shal, you still with me?"
"Uh huh. All the way." She smiled faintly, lightly squeezing Emmas' hand.
Smiling slightly in return, Emma reached out a hand to stroke back her hair, resting it upon her shoulder. Moving her other hand up, Shalimar covered it with her own.
Adam appeared beside them. I'm just going to run a few tests now, so keep still." He smiled at her reassuringly, patting her on the shoulder as he went over to the medical computers.
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A short time later, Adam came up to them. Emma was still beside Shalimar, but had moved a stool up so she could talk with her.
"Shalimar, how are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine Adam, just a little woozy I guess."
"It's not surprising – your system's had quite a shock these last few days. You're bound to have a few side-effects. What were you doing when you felt faint?"
Shalimar and Emma both reddened slightly. "I'd, um, just sat up in bed. Must've moved too fast I guess"
"Yes, well it's a good job you were there Emma"
"Uh, yeah" Emma croaked, not looking at him. "I'd just gone in to see if she was ready for her check-up"
"Well, it seemed that Eckhart had used some kind of neurological implantation device to 'push' you out of control Shalimar. It'll take a while for you to get completely back to normal. I've given you something to help with that. Until then, I suggest you rest for a few days. It'll give everyone a chance to take a break"
Nodding, Shalimar began to push herself up off the bed. Brennen and Emma both moved in to help her.
"Easy Shal; remember this is what did it last time, right? Take it slower." Brennen supported her back as she sat up. Resting her hand on his forearm she smiled at him.
"I'm fine Bren, honestly. Just a little tired – I didn't sleep too well last night. I'm just gonna head up to my room and sleep I think" Turning to Emma, facing away from Brennen, she winked. "Care to give me a hand with that?"
Blushing, Emma coughed. "Uh , yeah, yeah….get you to your room. C'mon then" Reaching out a hand she helped her off the bed, once again supporting her. Together they walked out of the laboratory.
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Heading up the corridor, Emma leapt forward as Shalimar stumbled.
"Are you okay? Do you want to go back to the lab?"
"Emma, I'm fine. Just lost my balance a bit. Quit worrying – I'm alright."
"Yeah well, I guess the fact that you agreed to the whole bed-rest thing has me kinda worried. I mean, usually you're all action, and not wanting to sit still."
Shalimar smirked. "Who said I was gonna be sitting still? Believe me, I'm still action girl." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh no you don't, you were told to rest. Maybe if you'd done what you were told last time and gone to your check-up this wouldn't have happened. You're gonna do what you're told missy."
Shalimar sighed dramatically. "Okay then."
"Okay? Did you just say okay? No fighting, or arguing, or…."
Interrupting her, Shalimar pushed her against the wall and forced her mouth open with her tongue. When neither could breathe, she pulled back, smirking at Emmas' dazed expression.
"Okay then, I'll do *anything* you say" Kissing her again, she kept her pinned against the wall. "And as you can see, we ferals regain our strength *very* quickly"
"Mm." Emma blinked. "What was that you were saying about bed-rest? Should really start it immediately you know; wouldn't want to miss out on any of that rest time."
"Suits me" Shalimar replied as they walked down the hallway together. "You know, I think I'll need you to stay and look after me – you never know when I might come over faint again" Grinning, she pulled her into her room with her, closing the door behind them.
End.