Emma slowly awoke feeling her body still tingling from the amazing sensations her dreams filled her with. She smiled and stretched her hand across the bed beside her only to find a warm, empty space. A confused look spread across her face as she slowly sat herself up. Her eyes searched Shalimar's room for any sign of the feral but turned up with nothing. She felt slightly saddened by Shalimar's no show and wondered where she could be. She could tell by the warmth of the sheets beside her that she hadn't been gone too long.
"Shalimar?" She called as she looked around the room. "Shal, are you here?" Emma turned to see the bedroom door opening as Shalimar stepped in. Emma sensed a tenseness around the feral that bothered her.
"Hey," Shalimar smiled as she closed the door behind her.
"Is something wrong?" Emma asked not liking the vibrations her intuition was picking up from the feral.
"No, why?"
"No reason," Emma said as she slowly lay back down on her pillow. "Do you want me to leave?"
"Of course not, why would you even ask that?"
"I don't know, I just thought maybe you didn't want me here anymore."
"You're always welcome in my room, Emma," Shalimar reassured as she did a good job of hiding her true emotions. She headed over to her dresser and began looking for clothes. She wondered if she should mention the dream she had the night before. She thought it was Emma and her, she was pretty sure it was at least her consciously in her subconscious. But she couldn't risk telling Emma and having her know nothing about it.
"So, how'd you sleep?" Shalimar asked without admitting she'd watched her sleep most of the night.
"Um, pretty good," Emma replied hiding her uneasiness at the question. She wouldn't dare admit what she dreamt about in fear it hadn't been real for Shalimar. She didn't want her to feel awkward around her. More importantly, she was sure she couldn't risk anything of the sort until she was absolutely sure Shalimar felt the same. And not only did Shalimar have to feel the same, but she wanted her to be willing to accept it and embrace it. To embrace her. She feared if she made her move now, it might frighten the feral away and that was the last thing she'd ever want to do. She'd rather have her love as a friend then not have any of her love at all. She couldn't bear the thought of anything ever coming between them, let alone her being the one to cause it. She decided it best not to mention anything about her dreams last night at the moment.
Shalimar placed a pair of pants and socks on the bed and turned to face Emma with a shirt held up in her hand.
"What do you think of this top?" She questioned as she anxiously awaited the psionic's response. Emma sat up and folded the covers over as she glanced over to Shalimar.
"Um, well, I don't know I'd have to see it first," Emma joked as she raised her eye brows at the incredibly small semi tank top morph shirt Shalimar held up in front of her.
"Come on, seriously," Shalimar probed hoping Emma would like it.
"Seriously," Emma began, "what is the doll that shirt belongs to gonna wear?" She smiled over at Shalimar and kept to herself that she desperately wanted to see her in that top.
"So you don't like it?" Shalimar lowered her arms in defeat.
"No, it's fine, very sexy," Emma reassured and flashed a smile at Shalimar.
"Good," Shalimar turned back around to hunt through her top drawer, "'cause I was gonna wear it anyway."
Emma slowly slid from the bed to stand beside Shalimar. Shalimar looked up to see the wide-eyed Emma looking at her exposed delicates in her drawer.
"Those are some under garments you got there," she said as she held back the blush she felt building up.
"For those of us who wear them," Shalimar slashed a sexy grin back at Emma that made her knees go weak. Images of Shalimar in every pair of the panties before her raced through her mind.
"I wear them sometimes," Emma smiled back as she continued their usual gentle flirting rituals. "You know, when I have to."
"Well, they make me feel sexy to wear them under my clothes," Shalimar smiled as she stood to her feet. Emma thought about her statement and couldn't even think of anything that wouldn't make Shalimar sexy. She knew Shalimar could wake up after sleeping in a pile of garbage all night with torn and dirty clothes with her hair and teeth unbrushed and she would still find her to be the sexiest person alive, in every way she imagined it.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Shalimar said as she began to head to the bathroom door. She really felt like saying, "Join me," but somehow managed to hold back.
She headed into the room and closed the door behind her. Emma heard the shower turn on and drove herself crazy with thoughts of a naked Shalimar undressing on the other side of that door. She wanted more than anything to open it, to open the doors between them, the means on complete and honest transportation and take the road that appeared before her. She made her way back over to the bed and collapsed in a heap on Shalimar's pillow. She breathed in the beautiful and alluring scent of the feral all around her and knew it was time to hand over the key to Shalimar and let her decide if she wanted to open the lock.