Shalimar lay awake in her lovers' arms listening to the rain fight the window for entrance into the room. After everything that had happened she couldn't imagine going to sleep now. She held sleeping Emma close and gently stroked her head as she tried to wrap her mind around the days events.

She turned to look at the clock and remembered the power was still out. Her watch told her it was almost three p.m. she sighed and turned her watchful gaze back to a peaceful Emma in her arms. It occurred to her again that Emma had died. Died. She hadn't really let that sink in until now. What would she have done if she couldn't have saved her? It came so close to there never being another hug between them. To her never being able to kiss her sweet lips. She almost wouldn't have been able to ever wake up in her arms and see her smiling face as she kissed her good morning. Could she seriously have gone on like that? Would she even consider that a life? It occurred to her she'd intertwined her own life and happiness with Emma. She couldn't comprehend the idea of her living a day without the psionic by her side. And not only did she die, she thought they had broken up because of their fight. Two times today she came so close to a life without the only person who made her life complete. She'd be a broken down, sad little feral right now crying in the corner if Emma hadn't come back to life.

When she looked at her sleeping woman she knew she was the one she wanted for the rest of her life. She knew this wasn't just a relationship but a destiny. She felt like she was awakened and born every time she touched her skin. Knew she wanted to feel that for the rest of her life. Knew she wanted to make Emma feel the same way for the rest of her life and wanted to ensure it was a long one filled with love and happiness. She knew she'd never find anything like this in her lifetime. Her decisions were made.

Shalimar drew in a breath as the storm outside interrupted her thoughts. She smiled at Emma as she noticed she was twitching and beginning to awaken. Emma stretched as her thoughts began to become more conscious and she gripped Shalimar tighter. She opened her eyes and smiled at the welcoming face she saw staring back at her.

"Hey, beautiful," Shalimar greeted and kissed Emma on the head.

"Huh? Whattimeisit?" Emma asked as sleep blurred her words together. She lifted her head from the pillow and sighed as she realized the power was still out. She dropped her head back down to cuddle against Shalimar's warm arm.

"Three in the afternoon."

"Ok, just gimmie twelve more hours," Emma said almost half asleep again as she pulled herself closer to the feral.

"Did I tire you out that much?" Shalimar laughed as she kissed Emma once more.

"Nope, dying," Emma replied with a sly grin.

"Whatever, I saw that. It's ok, you go to sleep. I'll stay awake and protect you."

"You sure?"

"Yes, you're not leaving my side."

"I'm sorry about fighting earlier," Emma said as her voice began to slowly trail off into sleep.

"Me too. Now go to sleep, sweetie."

"Uh huh."

As soon as Emma finished her sentence she was asleep again leaving Shalimar alone with the raging storm and empty darkness.

After an hour had passed Shalimar noticed Emma started to toss as she slept. Shalimar wrapped her arms around her in an effort to calm her down but the psionic only twitched harder until finally jolting herself awake. Shalimar ran her hand up Emma's arm and felt the slight dampness upon it.

"You're sweating. What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. I just had a bad dream. I'm fine."

Shalimar let her hand slowly run further down Emma's body past her breasts, down her belly, across her smooth thighs to rest in the warmth between her legs. She grinned as she starred the psionic in the face.

"Must've been some dream," Shalimar smiled with satisfaction at the wetness she found.

"That's from you," Emma grinned as she pressed her lips to the feral.

Shalimar placed a series of sweet, nipping kisses along the length of each of Emma's lips as she teased the psioncs' mouth with her own. Shalimar broke away and kissed the bruises she found on Emma's neck with soft, light pecks that sent shivers through her body. Emma trembled at the simple pleasure and drew her hands up to pull her lover in closer. Before she knew it, Shalimar was on top of her soothing her wounds with her talented mouth.

Emma's senses flickered alive at the sensations Shalimar sent rocketing through her fragile body. Her arms fell back as she twisted beneath her lover and banged into the wall behind them. she tried to hold Shalimar's gaze with her own but found the feral burying her face into the hot skin on her neck as she flung her head back at the intense pleasure. Emma felt the moistness on her ear as Shalimar licked and bite at the awaiting skin and moaned at her efforts.

Shalimar moved herself downwards and tried to claim as much of the psionic as she could as she trailed her lips over her aching flesh. Emma reached out in an attempt to wrap her arms around the ferals' neck but instead found her nails catching her back to drag themselves slowly up to her shoulders. Shalimar groaned at the teasing touch and slid herself into her destination with a thrust. Emma's eyes slammed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over Emma she felt like she was drowning in the most intense, intimate encounter her body had ever experienced. She felt herself overcome with heat and desire as the feral worked her over.

The only thing Shalimar could hear was the increasingly heavy breathing of the psionic as she worked her magic on her lovers' intimate parts. Shalimar's soft, teasing strokes only drove the psionic crazier by the minute as she whimpered for her lover to let her fall. Emma tried to scream out but found herself too paralyzed with pleasure. Shalimar grinned as the smell of Emma's hunger drover her wild and tempted the feral in her.

Emma whimpered and twitched against the sheets as Shalimar kept her dangling over the edge, testing her willpower. She grinded her hips harder against the feral only to find her slightly pull back at her effort. As Shalimar noticed the fading will of the psionic she slowed her tempo down and changed her rhythm to further fuel her fire. As Shalimar slowed her tongues strokes up even more over the psionics' sensitive skin she smiled against her as she listened to the frustrated whimpers her actions produced in the bottom of Emma's throat.

As Emma's willpower fell shorter, she reached her hand down and let it slide across her belly as she headed between her legs but found her hand quickly batted away by a grinning Shalimar. She loved the power she had over the psionic. Loved making her whimper and beg her for release. Loved driving her so crazy until she literally couldn't take another moment. Loved to make her velvet skin beg for mercy beneath her touch.

"Oh, God, please, Shal."

Shalimar drew in a breath as she felt the bite of Emma's nails in her shoulders again. Emma held on tighter as she braced herself with the ferals weight as Shalimar twisted herself inside her hitting all the right sports at just the right time.

When the sounds and motions from her lover finally notified her she couldn't take any more, Shalimar thrust her fingers and tongue quickly inside her in harmony and pulled Emma tighter to hold her as the psionic found herself falling uncontrollably over the edge.

Emma laid back and tried to relax her pounding nerves. As Shalimar came up to lie beside her she was thankfully the feral had been there to catch her. She twisted herself closer to her lover and smiled up into her eyes.

"Like I said, gimmie twelve more hours and I'll be fine," she said as it was obvious she hadn't gotten and handle on her rapid breathing yet.

"Emma, there's something I wanna talk to you about," Shalimar said softly as she rubbed her hand over the psionics' still trembling body.

"Hhhmmm," Emma managed to say as sleep quickly threatened to overtake her.

"Never mind, it can wait 'til later," Shalimar said and placed a soft kiss on the psionics' head as she pulled it in closer to her own.