"It's so beautiful," Emma said as she walked hand in hand with Shalimar through the large garden.

"Yes, you are," the feral answered without taking her eyes off the psionic by her side.

Emma laughed as she blushed and turned to look downward. Shalimar brought her hand up to turn the psionics face back towards her.

"It's beautiful because you make it that way. You make everything so beautiful."

Shalimar felt like she was surrounded by some warm light as she continued walking down the dirt path with Emma. She almost felt like there was some unknown, beautiful, peaceful mist that surrounded them making it seem almost perfect. Emma stopped as they approached a beautiful batch of tulips and turned to examine them.

"They're coming in so full and colorful," she said as she gently wrapped her hand around the flower to smell it. Shalimar listened and noticed something seemed strange about the way Emma's voice was sounding as she spoke.

"They've reached their full potential now," the psionic said as she turned back to face the feral. She brought her hand up to shield her eyes from the bright sun that cast down on them from above. "You know why? Because they're not afraid of the sun. Not afraid to let themselves shine in the light." Emma returned to Shalimar's side once again with the flower in hand. "They make themselves vulnerable but in the end it only makes them stronger and more beautiful. And only then can they live their life the way they're meant to." Emma smiled and held the ferals hand tighter. She bent down to pick one of the long stem roses beside them and handed it to Shalimar. Shalimar took it and felt the smoothness around the stem and was thankful there were no thorns.

Shalimar smiled at the psionic as she held the flower close to her body. She leaned closer to place a kiss on her lips but stopped as slight pain alerted her hand of its presence. She pulled back and opened her palm to see blood dripping from cuts made by the thorns sticking into her skin.

"Ow!" Shalimar yelled and dropped the flower to the psionics feet. "What the hell was that?"

Emma shrugged slightly and offered no real answer only further angering the feral. Shalimar shook her hand to watch the small drops of blood splatter to the ground at their feet. Shalimar turned back to Emma but before she could say anything heard a loud noise shatter her concentration. Shalimar turned her head up to the clear, blue sky searching for an answer.

"What's that noise?" she asked Emma as the annoying screeching became louder and louder.

"It means it's time to wake up," Emma answered.

"What?"

"Wake up, Shal. Wake up."

Shalimar turned abruptly in her bed as felt herself pulled back into the harsh reality of her bedroom. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and moaned as the first bit of light intruded through her eye lids. She looked up to see Emma standing over her beside her bed.

"Your alarm was ringing for like a minute before I came in here. I guess you slept soundly," the psionic said.

Shalimar sat up in her bed and looked the psionic over. She noticed she wasn't wearing her nightgown like last night but had gotten herself dressed. She now stood before the feral wearing tight black, leather pants and a black tank top.

"Not exactly," she finally answered.

"Another bad dream?"

"You might say that."

Shalimar turned her head from side to side to get the cracks out of her neck and wiggled her tense body to do the same for the rest of her joints.

"Wow," Emma said at hearing the loud sounds Shalimar produced. "You're pretty tense."

"I haven't been sleeping too well lately."

"If you want I can give you a massage. Might help ease the tension."

Shalimar knew that would only add to the tension she was feeling, both inside and out. Every time Emma gave her any kind of message she'd relax at first and then always be so worked up afterwards she couldn't stand it.

"I'm not sure that's what I need right now. Maybe some other time."

"Well, I'll let you get dressed. I'm making breakfast, I hope you'll join me when you're done."

"Count me in."

Shalimar smiled over at Emma and watched as she turned to leave.

"Emma," Shalimar called. Emma stopped in the doorway and looked back at the feral with a sweet smile. "You did come in here last night, right?"

Emma smiled and twitched her head seeming somewhat confused by the ferals question.

"Yeah, around three a.m. Why?"

"Oh, no reason. I was just ya know, dreaming all night and had to make sure."

"Oh. Well, I'll see ya at breakfast."

Emma smiled a goodbye at the feral before disappearing from the doorway leaving Shalimar alone with her raging lust. She hoped Emma didn't pick up on any of the feeling spiraling out of control inside her. She stood from her bed and headed over the dresser to begin searching for an outfit. She reached in and pulled out a pair or light blue jeans and a white shirt. She closed the door to her room and began to dress herself as she tried to calm her racing nerves.