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"Morning gorgeous," she hears a voice whisper softly next to her as she feel secure, strong arms wrap themselves more tightly around her waist.
She squints her eyes against the small stray of light that hits her right in the eye and can't help but smile at the deep brown eyes she meets looking back at her with something that can only be described as love shining out of them. And to think she had been angry at the blonde yesterday, how stupid. She knew her wife would never do anything that could put her in danger.
"Hey baby," you reply with a husky voice. You see the corner of her lips twist and know it's because she loves your voice at the most in the mornings when it sound like you're throat is sore. She says it's the most wonderful sound because it reminds her of what the two of you did the night before. And you've had to admit that she's right cause your throat does indeed sound sorer after a night filled with passion. You've always wondered why hers doesn't.
You're brought out of your thoughts when she quickly leans over to steal a soft peck on the lips knowing how uncomfortable you are with morning breath. Not hers of course, but your own. Somehow you've always been self conscious about that and no matter how much she's told you she doesn't care, you still don't fully believe it. That of course leads you to think of another question you haven't ever fully understood. It's more that you want to know what does it, but somehow she always has this burning desire for you and in the years you've been married it hasn't shown any sign to settle down one little bit. You can always see the lust in her eyes when she looks at you and it often makes you blush. In a good way of course. You just wish sometimes that you could feel exactly what she was feeling so you would know cause it can't be described with words even though she's told you it would probably scare you to know what she's feeling. She says it's like this huge…she doesn't even know how to explain it, but it won't ever go away. You know she likes to be that addicted to you though cause she has told you that. She would be more worried if it stopped because she wouldn't know what that meant and it scared her. It was the blonde's passion toward her, it's how she knew she belonged with the red head because it was always there to remind her that she couldn't live without her wife. And Emma loved it. She would always sit entranced when the blonde tried to explain her how it felt and she wanted to feel what her wife was feeling because it really didn't exist a better feeling than knowing that the person you loved wanted you more than anything, needed you to not go insane. At times you would feel bad, maybe even guilty because you didn't have that like Shalimar had, but she would always snort when you told her that and wouldn't hear any of it. She said it was her thing and that you found dozens of other ways to show her you loved her too. Shalimar really was one of the greatest persons you'd ever met and she was always smiling and never worrying about anything. Over the years you had come to the conclusion that there wasn't anything you could do that really pissed her off. Except from when other people hit on you of course. She would get so jealous and once she had even beaten up a guy for touching you the wrong way. You had been angry and shocked the first few days, but then it had all cooled down once you saw it from her perspective.
"What are you thinking about?" Shalimar asked softly as she looked into her wife's foggy eyes.
"Just you," Emma replied with a warm smile that would make anyone weak in the knees.
"Something good I hope?" the blonde replied with a playful smirk.
"Yeah, only good."
"How good?"
"That you're amazing and that I love you," the red head replied.
"Really good then," Shalimar said before placing a kiss on her wife's forehead.
"You slept good tonight."
"Yeah. Shouldn't I have?"
"Well, I got sick, but it's probably no big deal. Maybe the doze from last morning is still working?"
"Or maybe there won't be a change?" Emma asked hopefully.
"I don't know. We'll have to wait. Want me to make you some breakfast?"
"Isn't that what I usually do for you?"
"That's my point. I think you deserve to get served since you're always taking care of me. And later I'll let you go to the mall with my credit card so you can shop till you drop."
"Gee thanks," the red head said sarcastically.
"Shut up, you love it so don't moan or I'll take back the offer."
"Will you come with me?"
"Ugh, you know I get tired of shopping fast, especially when I'm with you cause you're like a little child always running around and bugging my head off."
"Come on, please," Emma said with a pout while making puppy dog eyes.
"How about I join you a little later okay?"
The red head sighed in fake disappointment. "Fine."
"Great, I'll go start on that breakfast."
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Walking around with a smile as she watched all the people walk past her, Emma's eyes fell upon a snuggling couple looking at some clothes. For a moment her smile disappeared into a frown. It hurt to know that she and Shal couldn't do that because it wasn't looked at as normal. She was surprised when she suddenly felt something she knew was strong love consume her body and she stopped confused. Before she could wonder what it was she felt the feeling disappeared as if it wasn't ever there. Looking around to see if anyone else had noticed something she was even more confused when everyone else was buzzing around as if nothing had happened. With a frown she slowly started walking again, her eyes watching carefully for anything suspicious around her. Before she could comprehend what happened, a new wave of emotions hit her with a mixture of anger sadness, love and irritation. Not knowing what to do, the red head started running to find somewhere she could hide. All the emotions where making her gasp for air as they seemed to choke her and her head felt as if it was gonna explode. Not paying attention to where she was running she rammed into a man and they both fell to the ground. And just as sudden as the emotions had appeared they were gone.
"Are you okay?" the man asked a panting, almost gasping Emma.
She looked around her and then up to him with a confused look before taking the hand he reached out for her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see where I was going," she said before quickly walking away.
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"Hey baby," Shalimar said as she saw a distressed looking red head walking into the living room to throw herself onto the couch.
"Are you done already? I was just about to go meet you," the blonde said before she got a good look at her wife.
"Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" Emma answered in a cracked voice as she started rubbing her temples, the tears gathering in her eyes threatening to fall.
"What's wrong," Shalimar said as she rushed over and hugged her wife tightly.
"I don't know. I just suddenly get all these emotions that keep rushing through me and I can't make it go away. It almost takes my breath away and it gives me a killer headache," she answered as a tear made its way down her cheek involuntarily.
When she said this a strong emotion of concern and fear shot through her and she knew it had to come from her wife. Automatically she pushed the blonde away from her.
With a confused look, Shalimar looked at her wife as she tried taking a step towards the red head, but Emma stopped her as she stood up.
"What are you doing?" the brown eyed woman asked as she saw the younger woman head towards their bedroom.
"I'm going to try and get some sleep so I can get rid of this headache and stupid emotions," Emma snapped angrily. "And you're sleeping on the couch tonight," she added with a look that could kill.
"Why?"
"Because this is all your fault and right now I hate you for it," the red head said before slamming the bedroom door.
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