Shalimar headed down the hall hating herself for just lying to the psionic but she couldn't very well have confessed her true feelings. Could she? Every time she opened her mouth she felt her heart beginning to cloak her true desires towards her secret love. She hated the way she always did that. She wanted to just let loose everything she felt. Everything she'd always felt since the first time they'd met. She assumed Emma knew based on their flirting but always wondered why the psionic had never made a move. Her doubt about that fact was the only thing that kept the ferals' true feelings at bay waiting to be released one day when the psionic might reciprocate.

Shalimar entered her room in a dragged out sigh and plopped herself down on the bed. She reached up to flip her curly, blonde hair from her face as she tried to relax after having all her inner desires and needs stirred up by the sexy psionic. She slowly drew in a few calm breaths and reached to her nightstand to take a sip of water. She hated and loved the things Emma did to her. She loved the way she made her feel and hated how she felt she couldn't tell her. She loved being close to her and enjoyed the sensations of pure love she felt for her. Every time they'd part, Shalimar felt like she was coming down from some wonderful high and hated the terrible withdrawals that ached inside her heart and soul when separated from her sweet, beautiful, admirable psionic. She hated how lonely she felt every time she returned to her room, alone, longing for the only person that could fill her soul with enough love to light her nights sky. She wanted Emma beside her every time she fell down to that bed. She'd turn herself over many times during the night dying to see her soft, beautiful face on the pillow next to her. Every realization that she was alone just made the pain that much more apparent. It was unbearable.

Shalimar weighed her choices. Would it hurt her more to never know if Emma could love her or to tell her and be rejected? The more she thought about Emma the more she seemed to be wrestling with the different options. She hated the way she always went in circles when it came to that decision. How she always felt herself being pulled in two different directions before finally being tied in a knot that allowed for no movement at all. She had to find a way to stay focused so she might be able to speak her mind for once. It occurred to her she'd never been shy and always spoke her mind with everyone except Emma. Emma had the most power over her, more than anyone, and she didn't even know it. Did she trust Emma enough to give her that power? She could barely contain it within herself and decided if Emma would have it, she was sure the psionic would be careful.

As Shalimar lay on her bed she soon felt the heavy toll on her heart at being away from her love. She stood to her feet and headed out of the room once more to make her way to the lab. As she headed down the hall she sniffed in the scented air that led her to the beautiful psionic sitting in her chair in front of the computer. Shalimar smiled and brought herself over to stand behind the woman who possessed every bit of her deepest love.

"What's up?" Shalimar asked as she placed her hand on the table to lean beside Emma.

I felt my heart being terribly pulled apart in your absence.

"Just finishing up this field report on the mutant we seized yesterday," Emma informed her as she turned her face up to smile innocently at Shalimar.

Shalimar felt her heart sink full of desire at the sight of the psionic's baby blues starring directly into her own lustful golden browns.

"So what's up?" Emma asked as she turned back to the screen to resume typing.

I couldn't bare to be away from you any longer.

"I missed you," Shalimar said with a smile as she observed the psionic closely.

"Thank you," Emma said as she turned to meet Shalimar's eyes again briefly. "It's nice to see you too."

Shalimar watched as Emmas' soft fingers typed away at the keyboard. She noticed a blush on the psionics' already beautifully colored cheeks and felt a satisfaction at thinking she'd put it there. Shalimar kept her lustful gaze on the psionic as she worked. She loved the way her moth would twitch as she thought and how her tongue would leave her lips every so often and slip between them ever so slightly to remoisten them. She fought every urge inside her to grab her and pull her into a passionate kiss. She watched the psionics' eyes closely. She loved the way she'd squint them slightly every so often and the sight of it only turned her on more. When she was on a roll she'd pull her lips back into the crevice of her mouth which turned Shalimar on more than anything. The looks she'd get in her eyes and the way she could make everything look so unbelievably sexy drove Shalimar crazy.

"Emma, I wanna ask you something," Shalimar finally said as she regained control over her fiery loins and pulsing heart.

"Anything, Shal," Emma answered without breaking her gaze with her work.

I was wondering if um," Shalimar paused as she suddenly felt uneasy and at a small loss for words, "if you'd like to ya know…have some help?"

Damn it, Shalimar! You were doing so good, getting better at saying what was on your mind. This was a total step backwards in the completely opposite direction. Great going.

Shalimar tried to push her sarcastic doubts out of her mind as she awaited Emma's answer.

"Actually, I'm almost done," she informed the feral. "But thanks for asking."

Emma paused as her psionic abilities told her something was a little off.

"Is that really what you wanted to ask me?"

Oh my god, now you've done it. She knows and she's probably uncomfortable and it's all because you were nervous!

"Actually, I was gonna ask you to come get all sweaty with me."

Hopefully in more than one way.

"What?" Emma asked, somewhat surprised by the blunt question and tone in her voice as she turned to look Shalimar in the eyes.

"You know, come train with me, but I didn't wanna interrupt your work."

"Oh, well, I'm almost done. I'd love to."

And there's nothing I'd love more. Well, almost nothing.

"I'd love that too," Shalimar said as she smiled softly at Emma as she noticed she'd sped up her typing.

Is she as anxious to spend time with me as I am with her? It seems like every minute I'm away from her my goal is to see her again. And every time I'm with her my goal is to stay there as long as possible.

"That's about it," Emma said as she stood from the chair and sighed. She turned to Shalimar next to her and the feral smiled as her hair flipped at the movement of her head turning. "Let's go get sweaty." Emma grinned as she led the way out of the room as the two headed out to the dojo.

You don't have to ask me twice.