Emma slowly crept into the darkened bedroom and peeked around the corner to investigate.

"Shal?" she called as she turned her head around in the room. She stepped further into the seemingly abandoned room. "Shal, are you in here?" she checked the room once over for any sign of the missing feral. She headed over to the bed and saw a pink piece of paper lying in the middle of the neatly made sheets. She bent slightly to pick it up and examined it. A smile slowly spread across her face as she read the words upon it:

Inspiration so true

Comes in the form of blue

The soul of true beauty

Love to last an eternity

All the hope I hold so dear

The power to conquer my fear

Everything I'm able to feel

The sweet love that makes me heal

Courage to do what I'm not capable of

Strength to survive when I'm not so tough

Light that makes me want to be all I can

All you deserve, more than I am

I find all this and so much more when I look inside

And I find my source when I look into you eyes

Emma found herself caught in a full blush by the end of the page. Before she could set it back down she found herself being tackled from behind as she fell to the bed. She turned over to see Shalimar smiling down at her as she braced herself atop the psionic. She slowly knelt down and placed a slow, loving kiss on the psionics' lips that made her heart tingle at the sweet sensation.

"I love the poem," Emma said as she smiled at the feral. She reached out to place a gentle hand on her face and slowly stroked her cheek with a loving caress.

"And I love you," Shalimar replied as she starred through the psionics' soft, blue eyes straight to her soul. Her own eyes twinkled as she saw the love Emma held for her there.

"I love you too," Emma softly replied before bringing Shalimar's head down for another sweet kiss.

She loved the way the feral kissed her. When they shared an embrace like that it was as if they were speaking a thousand wonderful words to each other all in one minute as they communicated directly from the heart. She could accomplish so much more with one kiss then an hour of talking with her lover. She never felt like her words even came close to the unbelievable love that lived inside her no matter how much she explained them.

"Don't ever leave me," Emma said as she looked up to the ferals' deep, brown eyes above her.

"Leave you?" the feral question. "I'd have to be looney as a tune to ever leave you."

Emma laughed at the ferals' reassurance. She bite her lip slightly as she felt the ferals' hands slowly caressing her sides in long, sensitive strokes. Emma danced her fingers softly along the back of Shalimar's neck. She massaged the ferals' soft skin as she brought her head down to kiss the warm, awaiting neck of the psionic.

Shalimar felt her skin coming alive under the tender touch of the psionic. Every soft brush from Emma's talented fingers left her body craving to be closer to her sweet love. Shalimar's hand slowly snuck its' way under the small, white top Emma was wearing and began to walk its' way across her smooth, soft stomach. She lingered slowly to feel every breath the psionic took. She flattened her palm against the perfect skin and pushed them closer together. She felt a satisfaction as the psionic's heartbeat increased at their powerful touch.

Shalimar kept her mouth pressed to the neck of her lover as she tasted every part of her sweet skin. She couldn't seem to get enough of the psionic and every bit of her she claimed only left her needing more. She moved her palm over the psionic's sweet body until she reached her side and began to pull her shirt up. She reached with her other hand to assist in her task and backed up only for a moment to remove the top from her lover. She threw the garment without care to the floor and quickly returned her attention to the skin which begged for more love from the feral. She arched herself closer against the psionic as she felt her draw her arms up around her back to pull her in closer still.

Shalimar let her other hand explore further down Emma's perfect body past the curves of her hips and across her smooth things. Emma drew her legs up as Shalimar's hand roamed across them. The feral gently caressed every inch of the psionics' leg and traced soft circles around her knee. Emma felt her muscles getting weak as Shalimar touched her with love that she'd never experienced before. Shalimar let her hands roam back up the psionic's inner thigh slowly and smiled at Emma's small, involuntary muscle reactions. She cupped her hand around her inner thighs and held it as to tease the psionic. She moved her mouth over to Emma's and kissed her long and passionately. She trailed slowly up the course of Emma's blue denim jeans shorts and flicked the button open in one motion of her wrist. She tugged the zipper down slowly and let the back of her hand trail against Emma's bare flesh underneath in a teasing sensation.

Shalimar's hands were cold but Emma only warmed up at the intimate touch of the feral. Emma gasped for breath among kisses delivered by her lover. She ran her hands under Shalimar's tank top slowly at first and then began to pick up the pace. She placed her open palm on the back of the ferlas' neck and pulled her as close as she could. She broke their lips embrace and kissed the ferals' neck fiercely as her nails dug slightly into her skin. Shalimar smiled and kissed the psionic's neck with love in return.

"I love you Emma," the feral said in a heavy, hot breath against her lovers' sweaty neck. "Emma…Emma…Emma…"

Emma opened her eyes to see she still sat inside the car.

"Huh?" she turned to question Shalimar beside her.

"Are you ok?" the feral asked seemingly concerned as she looked to the sleepy eyed psionic. "You were making some noises in your sleep."

"Oh, I'm fine," the psionic replied as she pulled herself back into reality. "I was just dreaming of last month when we were playing hide and seek."

"Oh."

Emma sat up and took a sip from her cup. She remembered how happy they were that day. She didn't feel any tension between them then. Not like she was starting to feel now. She didn't like the uneasiness the hidden tension between them supplied. She wanted everything to be as perfect as it had always been before.

"Are we almost there?" she questioned the feral.

"Not really. I think I might stop at the next rest place. I thought I heard the car making a funny noise."

"It might have been my stomach rumbling."

"There's sandwiches in the cooler behind you," the feral reminded her.

Emma turned behind her to reach for the red cooler in the backseat. She opened it and removed a wrapped sandwich and can of soda. She returned to the passenger seat and set the sandwich on her lap. She began to open her soda and as soon as she did so felt the car shake violently at the same time as the soda erupted to spill all over her lap.

"Oh, great," she sighed sarcastically in annoyance. She reached to the back to search for napkins.

"Now what's wrong?" Shalimar grunted as the car continued to shake more and more before finally coming to a halting stop.

A/N: The poem is a slightly altered version of a poem I wrote, and had published, called "My Inspiration." I just changed the first two lines to work with the story.