AN: Thanks for reviewing, I really appreciate it. Also, my apologies for any errors or inconsistencies. Ok my first attempt at some intimacy, be gentle on me ;) Not sure whether I should finish after this chapter, it seems like an alright place to end, but opinions are much appreciated 

Once inside the confines of Shalimar's bedroom, the eager feral pinned the young psionic up against the door, closing it in the process. Resuming their kissing as hands once again sought the soft, warm flesh beneath their clothing. Both women needing the contact, needing to feel the other's body responding to their touch.

Shalimar moved her mouth from Emma's, placing a trail of soft kisses across the red heads jaw, down her neck towards her collarbone, where she began to alternate between gently nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Meanwhile Shalimar's hands began gently to gently caress Emma's lower back, easing the younger woman's nervousness. Slowly running her hands the length of the woman's back, Shalimar realised that it was probably a good time to move them over to a more comfortable place.

"Em honey, you're still sure you want this?" Shalimar asked again, not wanting Emma to regret anything that happened between them.

Emma pushed the feral back a step, moving herself away from the door, so she was able to just stand with her arms around the feral's waist, looking into her soft brown eyes, before she answered her.

"Shal, there's no chance in hell that I would want this to stop. I'm totally aware of the situation, ok so I may umm, may not be very…experienced" Emma whispered the last word, her cheeks burning slightly with embarrassment.

"Hey that really doesn't matter to me; I just want this to be special for you. I love you Em," Shalimar said silencing the woman before her, now feeling herself burn red slightly at realising what she had just said. "Crap, I'm sorry, that just slipped out,"

"Ssh, it will be special because I'll be making love with you, hang on did you just say…" Emma trailed off, realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks, momentarily stunning into silence. "Wow that was slightly unexpected. Shal I don't know what to say,"

"Then don't say anything, kiss me Emma," Shalimar stated, not wanting to hear Emma utter the three ever so important little words if she didn't really mean them.

As if on cue, Emma kissed the blonde, stepping further into her personal space, forcing her to take a step backwards, until Shalimar had backed into the bed. Emma pushed her gently, her hands guiding the older woman down onto the soft bed beneath. Her own body sliding down on top as Shalimar's arms ensconced her small waist. Emma allowed her own hands the luxury of sliding up under Shalimar's top, gliding over the ripples of muscles beneath her fingers, eliciting a soft growl of approval from the aroused feral.

Shalimar once again taking the initiative rolled them both over so that she was now atop the red head. Taking it one step further she removed her top, revealing her naked torso and delighting in Emma's widening eyes. Emma's hands reached out to touch the now exposed breasts before her, cupping them gently, revelling in their softness. Her thumb gently glided over a nipple which hardened almost instantaneously. Craning her neck Emma leant in to place a kiss on each breast in turn.

Shalimar moaned at the feel of the woman's silky lips upon her breasts, feeding the already blazing fire within her. Reaching for the red heads shirt, she carefully undid each button, not wanting to give a bad impression, however much she just wanted to rip the obstructive garment from the undoubtedly beautiful body encased within. Finally undoing the last button, Shal eased the shirt over Emma's shoulders, kissing each new bit of exposed flesh, until the shirt had slid off her arms entirely, ready to be discarded to the awaiting floor, where her own top lay.

Kissing Emma deeply once more, Shalimar started work on the clasp of Emma's bra, but not before she had teased the nipples through the delicate, pink silk. Finally freeing the perfectly formed mounds, Shalimar gazed down in pure happiness, never having laid her eyes on anything more truly perfect. In actual fact, Emma was perfect personified in Shalimar's opinion. Pulling her eyes away to meet Emma's own she noticed the smile upon the younger woman's lips, a smile that melted her heart.

"I'm one lucky woman Ems," Shalimar smiled back, although she was sure, her own smile could never be brighter than her Emma's which seemed to light up the entire room.

"Come here," Emma spoke huskily, turning the feral on even more as their lips once again crashed together. Two pairs of hands now ran free over naked torsos, until Emma's hand snaked further down Shalimar's body, to the waistline of her tight fitting jeans, giving Shal permission to continue.

Shalimar wasting no time at all got the hint and helped Emma with the button on her jeans and zip, before climbing off of the younger woman's body so that she could remove the article of clothing, also discarding them. Returning herself back to the body she was already missing, Shalimar aided Emma with removing her little black mini skirt, watching intriguingly as Emma's hips wiggled slightly as it was removed. Revealing the fact that she was not wearing any underwear. Licking her lips in anticipation, Shalimar stood once again in complete awe of the temple before her, one she intended to worship for the rest of her life.

"You're beautiful," the feral managed to choke out as her eyes took in every little detail, from the little birthmark on the psionic's hip, to the silvery scar on her thigh.

"Thank you, you're not too bad yourself," Emma teased lightly, trying to hide the niggling feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

Shalimar kissed the red head from her feet to her mouth, before going back down to her belly button, which she teased with her tongue, licking it. Smiling into the flesh as her delicate feral hearing picked up the barely audible moan Emma had tried to suppress. Kissing further downwards until she was at her destination, she placed one final kiss on the throbbing centre, taking in the sweet almost heady scent, savouring the moment before taking the plunge, delving her tongue inside, hearing the psionic's gasp at her entrance.

Emma entangled her lean fingers in the feral's long golden hair. Unable to take much more of the feral's teasing tongue, which was extremely experienced. Moaning freely now, totally liberated and free of her inhibitions as she trusted the feral implicitly, Emma bucked the hips in rhythm with the feral.

Shalimar swiftly removed her tongue, replacing it with two fingers, quickly followed by a third, raising the rhythm to push the psionic over the edge into ecstasy; however Emma had her own ideas. Emma had connected their minds using her powers, therefore as she sailed into oblivion, so did the feral.

The two lovers lay entwined, their bodies glistening in the after glow of their love making. As their breathing evened out, Emma spoke softly as her finger traced overlapping circles on the feral's abdomen.

"I love you," there she had said it and meant it; Emma DeLauro had admitted she was in love with her best friend.

"Really?" Shalimar queried.

"Yes, I wouldn't have said it otherwise. Oh and in case you were wondering, being a psionic made us able to come together," Emma explained, lifting her head from her lovers shoulder, gazing into loving eyes.

"Well I guess I'm lucky you're a psionic," Shalimar smiled, before kissing her lover tenderly. "Oh and by the way, I love you too," Shalimar finished, allowing Emma to re-settle on her shoulder. Both young lovers drifted off into a blissful sleep, contentment shining through every pore.