Emma and Shalimar sat close together on the sofa, both full from Shalimar's home made lasagne followed by a rich chocolate torte. Neither woman felt like moving very far and had decided on watching a movie from the comfort of the sofa. Shalimar, trying to be the perfect date, had allowed Emma the privilege of choosing the DVD, which happened to be something from the romantic genre, the one and only "Pride and Prejudice," something Shalimar did not like the sound of, possibly because it was too mushy for her liking and didn't contain any action, but she had willingly agreed and was now sat trying her hardest not to stare at her beautiful companion.
Trying to stifle a yawn, Shalimar turned away from Emma so as not to make it too obvious she was bored senseless. However the psionic wasn't easily fooled, she had realised that Shalimar wouldn't like the film but had wanted to make the evening slightly more romantic as well as hoping to catch the feral checking her out, still finding it rather flattering to think that her best friend had a crush on her.
The more Emma thought about it, the more she realised that she had always felt incredibly strongly for her friend, but that had always been pushed out of her mind. Emma was also recollected certain little details which had never meant much to her, always being dismissed as innocent fun. Such as when she and Shal would work out together and the way they sometimes landed on top of the other on the ground, Emma had always liked it, feeling content in the feral's warm embrace. There were also times when Emma would catch a glimpse of the attractive blonde changing, seeing her toned abs, shoulders and arms made her pulse race, something Emma always thought was due to admiration for her friend.
Snapping out of her reverie, Emma decided to put Shalimar out of her misery. "Shal honey, if your bored we can do something more to your liking if you want?"
"Huh? Umm no I'm fine, it's a great movie," Shalimar lied, not fooling the psionic.
"Shal, psionic, remember? Plus you have been staring at me and trying not to yawn for the past…" Emma glanced towards the DVD player, checking the amount of time elapsed. "38 minutes,"
"Sorry, I didn't want to stop you from enjoying it," Shal blushed lightly.
"Hey, hey, you deserve to enjoy this just as much as I do. Tonight is about us, not just you or me, but the both of us,"
"Well I really don't know what to say,"
"That would be a first then," Emma teased lightly, chuckling as the feral playfully slapped her arm.
Emma and Shalimar had abandoned the movie and had instead had gotten into a play fight, cushions had been thrown all over the room as each tried to get the other. Emma hiding behind the sofa and Shalimar behind the over turned coffee table. Being the predator that she was, Shalimar crawled as quietly as possible in the direction of Emma, she could smell the tantalizing scent of fear mingled with adrenaline and also something else…. Arousal. The sexual tension in the room was phenomenal, it was practically palpable. Finally reaching her destination, her prey still unaware, the feral pounced over the sofa, pinning the red head to the floor.
Emma lay pinned beneath the feral, the panic and shock subsiding slightly at having been ambushed. Staring up into Shalimar's soft mocha coloured eyes, Emma had to fight the growing urge to kiss the woman right there and then, loving the feel of the warm flesh upon hers, which had a slight film of perspiration covering it after their playfulness.
Shalimar was transfixed with watching the younger woman's chest rise and fall as she breathed, loving the way her breasts also raised gently, almost beautifully. If only I were a that shirt upon that body," Shalimar thought, remembering the famous line from Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet,' although altering it to fit her situation better. Without thinking about it a second longer Shalimar reached down almost tentatively and grazed the small mound beneath her, hearing Emma emit a soft moan, causing the cat inside her to awaken fully.
Unable to stop herself any longer, Emma used a move that Shalimar had taught her only a few days ago in training, and flipped them over so that she was now atop the blonde, finally being able to succumb to her desire she leaned in quickly, capturing the caught off guard feral's lips with her own, kissing her passionately, almost hungrily such was her need. Needing more contact Emma pushed herself into the feral, moulding their bodies as though they were two pieces of the same jig-saw puzzle. Hands began to frantically roam over the new and exciting territory, exploring as if there was no tomorrow.
As the heat intensified between them, the fire raging even more fuelled by their passion. Shalimar regained control of the situation, reversing their positions before standing up, extending a hand to the flushed younger woman, both of their clothing dishevelled but neither caring, as Emma stood, their hands still entwined both glanced into the others eyes, seeing their own lust reciprocated.
"Em honey, you sure you want this? I mean are you sure you're ready?" Shalimar asked needing to be certain that Emma wanted it as much as she did.
"Positive, I want you so much Shalimar Fox," Emma said reiterating her sentiments with a kiss before leading them along the halls of Sanctuary towards Shalimar's bedroom.