"Emma," Shalimar said softly as she turned her face to Emma on her shoulder. Shalimar had been so happy lying in bed beside Emma that she hadn't noticed the psionic had fallen asleep. Shalimar smiled and turned the TV off as to not disturb her sleeping love. She placed the remote on the nightstand beside her and returned her gaze to a peaceful Emma. Happiness washed over her as she looked closer at the psionic resting on her. She seemed happy as she slept and it appeared the psionic was smiling. Shalimar felt shocked as she realized that she was perfect even when sleeping.
Shalimar slowly shifted herself downwards and braced Emma's weight as to not awaken her. She lowered them both down to the pillows all the while keeping Emma's head on her shoulder. She reached down to pull the covers up over them both some more. She placed her hand on Emma's shoulder and tucked the covers under her, swearing she saw Emma smile as she did so.
"Sleep now, my psionic," she said softly as she placed a soft kiss on Emma's forehead. For now, she wouldn't let little technicalities like the fact Emma wasn't officially hers to ruin her perfect moment of happiness she'd dreamed about for so long.
Shalimar shifted herself so she could remove her arm from underneath Emma's side. She slowly wrapped her arm around Emma's back and pulled her slightly closer to her own body. As she did so, she felt Emma slowly inch herself closer to her and she brought her arm up to rest on Shalimar's chest. Shalimar felt Emma's hand cup her shoulder in comfort and she felt herself becoming lost in the scent of the psionic lying sweetly in her arms. She wished it would last forever. Wished she could stop the sun from ever rising again so that the two of them might lie there in perfect harmony for the rest of eternity. She blocked out all thoughts of the coming dawn and concentrated all of her emotions on the woman lying wrapped up in her arms. She dreamed of perfection like this so many times but her dreams fell far short of the reality of holding the psionic in her very own arms. She felt Emma's heart beating slowly and steadily against her upper chest. She felt the slight movements of her chest raising and lowering with each sweet breath she drew. She heard the perfect sound her lips made as they released that breath. She wanted more than anything to turn to her and kiss those lips and taste some of that breath that she released so perfectly.
Shalimar lay beside her sleeping love unable to fall asleep. She was now sure that this was the most perfect moment of her life to date. She knew that to write about an experience like the one she was in would take countless journals to nail every feeling just perfect. And even then, she wasn't sure there were any words to describe the experience of simply laying in the arms of her most beloved friend in the world. The one she loved more than anything, the one she'd die for.
She tried to imagine what kissing her love would feel like but still couldn't get her mind and heart around the overwhelming emotions just holding her produced. She never knew something could feel so right, so perfect, so beautiful. Her head was spinning at having the psionic so close to her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Emma slightly shifted in her sleep, only to draw herself nearer to the feral. Shalimar turned her face to the psionic so she might breathe in some of that perfect, sweet breath that escaped her soft, full lips. She couldn't take her eyes off the sleeping psionic. She reached out to slowly push a strand of Emma's hair from her face so she could study every inch of it. She wanted to know how every part of her face looked as she slept. She saw Emma's eyelids moving slightly from time to time and was sure she was dreaming. She hoped that Emma too, was dreaming the same thing Shalimar was while awake. Of a perfect world with perfect moments like this every single night.
"Sleep tight, my sleeping beauty," Shalimar whispered as rested her head down next to Emma's as she softly purred herself to sleep.