AN: Next chapter for your pleasure, as always please read and review, reviews make writing so much more worth it and inspire me to write more ;) Ok just to clear something up, Brennan has not yet been rescued. As it stands Brennan's not really a major character in this fic (I'm not the biggest Brennan fan so I only write him in when I feel obliged too, sorry to any Brennan fans) I hope that helps somewhat.
Emma was taken back to Sanctuary where she was given a guided tour before being scanned and questioned by Adam. Now however, Emma was alone in the lab with Shalimar, since Adam had left temporarily.
"Em, we need to talk," Shalimar came out with rather bluntly, devoid of any emotion.
"Yeah I guess we do," Emma agreed nonchalantly, not wanting to seem too eager.
"So… We can go to my room for some privacy. We're less likely to be disturbed in my room as Adam will be back here soon," Shalimar added the last part just in case Emma thought she was coming onto her.
"Right…Privacy," Emma said slightly dejectedly as she climbed down from the bed she was sat on. It also occurred to her that she had never seen Shalimar's room and now she was finally getting the opportunity to.
Shalimar walked with Emma by her side, not entirely dissimilar from when they were still together as a couple, only now thought the silence wasn't entirely comfortable. Entering the bedroom, Shalimar closed and locked the door as Emma took in every little detail. From the leopard print throw on the bed to the ornate feline wood carvings that were placed sporadically around the room.
"Going to have your wicked way with me?" Emma thought out loud, turning a shade of red to match her hair once she'd realised her little Freudian slip.
Shalimar grinned at Emma's little slip up, a small flicker of hope igniting within her soul.
"If you want me too," Shalimar's grin was still in tact, never faltering although now accompanied by a seductive wink as she eyed the red head, waiting for her to make the next move.
"Shal, thanks," Emma said after a pause, the atmosphere now turning serious.
"For what?" Shalimar was genuinely curious.
"Saving my life," Emma plainly stated as Shalimar walked towards her, giving Emma the chance to back off, if she so desired. Emma however stayed put, intrigued as to where this was headed.
Shalimar took both of Emma's hands within her own once she was stood directly in front of her. Brown eyes focussed on blue ones.
"Em, I'll never let anyone hurt you. I know I already have," Shalimar said placing a finger to Emma's lips when she tried to interrupt before continuing. "But if you give me the chance I'll make it up to you, I'll never hurt you again," Shalimar finished, removing her finger from Emma's beautiful lips, signalling Emma to speak.
"Shal I shouldn't have lost it this morning, I understand why you didn't tell me," Emma spoke hurriedly, her hands releasing themselves from Shalimar's so that they could cup the blonde's face. "And yes it did hurt me that you felt that you couldn't trust me, but I understand."
"But I should have told you, we were together for over a year and I trusted you completely. I still do," Shalimar replied, her voice dropping so that it was barely audible by the end of the sentence, if it wasn't for their closeness, Emma was sure she wouldn't have heard her.
"Shhh its ok honey," Emma soothe, noticing the hot salty tears that had begun coursing down Shalimar's cheeks, brushing them away gently with her thumbs. It wasn't until Shalimar brushed away her tears did she realise that she too was crying.
"I still love you Em, have me back baby," Shalimar pleaded through her tears, her soft side unleashed as it always was around Emma.
"I love you too, I can't help it," Emma spoke genuinely from the heart, answering Shalimar's plea with a chaste, tender kiss.
Shalimar captured Emma's sweet lips once more, this time in a fiercely passionate, almost hungry kiss. Hands now roaming over old territory, knowing every curve expertly but neither would ever lose in interest in the others' body.
Quickly and urgently, items of clothing were removed and dropped where they where they had been discarded.
Both women fell back onto Shalimar's bed, the fires within them blazing, roaring with passion, as they expressed their love for each other in a way more efficient and effective than words ever could.