Emma awoke to the harsh reality that she was alone. She slowly slid her hand across the empty sheets beside her. She turned over to look at her clock on the nightstand which read 3:08 am. She rolled onto her back and starred at the ceiling. Why couldn't see walk down the hall and tell the feral how much she wanted her to join her. How her bed was so cold and empty and no one else could fill it to her satisfaction. What was the big deal? Maybe if she confessed to her one day they'd look at that ceiling together and laugh at how shy they'd been before. She knew if she really wanted to she could make Shalimar her pet. Make her stay by her side every night and hold her the way her body ached for her to. But Emma knew better. She wanted reality. She wanted Shalimar to feel it, to need it as much as she did. To come to her and tell her all the things she dreamed she'd one day hear from the feral. She didn't want a game, didn't want to pretend. She loved and respected the feral too much to use her like that. She knew that she too would be hurt if her love was anything but real. Was it better for her to lie alone in bed than to manipulate Shalimar to lie beside her? She couldn't allow herself to do that.
Emma twitched as she thought she heard a noise coming from the hall. She turned on her side to look over at the door. She saw no light from underneath it but heard the faint sound once more. Her curiosity peeked and she slowly slid from her bed and headed for the door before her. She placed her ear to the door in an attempt to gain further information before turning the knob. She furled her brow as she saw no one, only darkness, before her.
Now too wired to go back to sleep, she headed down the hallway to investigate where the sound had possibly come from. She headed past the main sitting room and glanced down at the floor where Shalimar had left a pair of her shoes. She turned to head forwards and her breath caught in her throat as she crashed into someone.
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Emma heard Shalimar's voice though the darkness and she rubbed her head and looked up at the feral.
"It's ok," Emma said softly as she regained control over her breathing. She looked down to see Shalimar carrying a plate.
"I got a little hungry," Shalimar said as she looked down at the plate between them, "thought I'd have a midnight, or midmorning snack. Wanna come have some cheese and crackers with me?" Emma wanted to more than anything even though she wasn't hungry. She'd take any opportunity she could to spend a moment with the feral.
"Sure," she replied as Shalimar gestured for Emma to follow her.
They reached Shalimar's room in seconds and Shalimar closed the door behind them. Emma made her way over to bed and sat on the end of it as Shalimar placed the plate beside her. Emma watched as she began to look through the dresser drawers, unable to keep her eyes off the mesmerizing feral. She watched as Shalimar bent down to hunt through the bottom shirt drawer. Emma's eyes trailed down Shalimar's back to the very last bit of skin she could see at the base of her backbone. Her boxers were short and as she bent down revealed even more of her body to Emma. She pulled out a black t-shirt and threw it behind her to rest beside Emma on the bed. Shalimar closed the drawer and straightened herself out to look through the top drawer. Emma blushed as she peeked over Shalimar's shoulder to watch her shuffling through her collection of bright and tiny thongs and underwear. Shalimar pulled out a pair of slipper socks and tossed them on top of the t-shirt. She bent down again and pulled out a pair of long night pants and turned around to face Emma.
"Aren't you cold?" Shalimar asked as she began to pull her boxers down her perfect legs. Emma was anything but cold as she hoped Shalimar didn't notice her starting convulsively at her perfect body.
"A little," Emma didn't even realize she'd answered her and was somewhat shocked she was even able to find the words to do so. Shalimar's boxers hit the floor and Emma hoped her eyes didn't shine too bright as seeing her standing before her in nothing but a tiny, white tank top and small, bright blue thong. She looked for a second, and then pulled herself away knowing if she looked at her again she wouldn't be able to find the strength to pull her eyes from the feral. She rounded up all her will power to look down at the floor as she noticed Shalimar pulling her pants over her. Shalimar reached down and crossed her arms to pull her tank top over her head. Emma peeked quickly to notice Shalimar had fallen asleep with her bra still on. She fought every urge inside herself to reach out and pull the feral close to her.
Shalimar dropped the tank top to the floor and bent to pick up the t-shirt from the bed. Emma tried to hold back a blush as she caught herself gazing at Shalimar's cleavage as it headed down towards her. Shalimar stood upright again and pulled the t-shirt over hear head.
"I never put my sleep clothes on," Shalimar smiled at Emma and bent over to pull a black shirt from her drawer.
"It's kinda chilly tonight, why don't you put this on?" She handed the shirt to Emma who had to admit wearing Shalimar close to her was something she could never turn down.
"Thanks," Emma smiled and stood to her feet. Shalimar moved to lie down on her stomach across the bed and began to pick at the snack plate. Emma faced the door as she removed her open sleep shirt and pulled the back tee over her bare chest. She sat back down on the bed beside Shalimar. Shalimar stood to her feet and headed to the door to flip off the light switch. She headed back to the bed and drew the covers and climbed inside.
"You coming?" She smiled to Emma. "It's cold, might as well keep warm." Emma smiled and slowly shifted herself over to Shalimar's side and slide under the sheets beside her.
"Nothing like snacks and a midnight movie," Shalimar smiled and set the plate above the sheets on their touching legs. She turned on the TV and began to flip around. Emma smiled as she noticed Shalimar cuddling up closer to her. Emma carefully inched herself closer still and rested her head upon Shalimar's shoulder.
"You can never find anything good at night," Shalimar sighed and continued flipping through the channels in disappointment. Emma just smiled and closed her eyes, content that tonight she'd found exactly what she was looking for.