S/L
Look But Don't Touch.
Shalimar stared down from her perch, keeping an eye on her 'prey.' The dark haired woman was sitting at the coffee table, playing chess with Jesse, and it bothered Shalimar.
The feral longed to be with the other woman, longed to pull here away from their resident computer expert. It was hard for her to believe that the man she loved as a brother had become her challenger. It was even harder to believe that the chromatic molecular had managed to suppress parts of her feral nature. She no longer was scared of fire, at least not the fire that the dark haired woman could produce; and she no longer felt any drive to reproduce and continue life. All that she wanted was Lexa.
Her eyes flashed as she saw the two moleculars exchange a deep kiss. It drove her crazy to know that she could stare at the woman for hours, but she could never touch her.