Summary: It's Easter at Sanctuary, and Shalimar and Emma are hiding more than eggs from each other.
Timeline: Whenever ya wanna justify it in your little heads. Anytime.
Relation to other stories: This is just a fun, fluffy little stand alone story. All independent and such.
Warnings: Ahoy there, femslash.
Disclaimer: You know the song and dance, of course the characters aren't mine I'm just creative and they seeped into my lil story here. As always, you know the drill, I don't claim any ownership to any character from Mutant X, but this lil story itself is mine so no duplication allowed.
And finally, on to the story…
Chocolate Rabbits and Smitten Kittens
"Wow, that's sweet, Shal," the red head acknowledged, removing the remaining half of cupcake from her mouth as she continued to chew the tasty treat.
With a grin the blonde woman turned her gaze upon the slender psionic, satisfied with her cooking accomplishments. It wasn't very often she cooked, but when she did, it was hardly ever a disappointment, like most every other task she'd take on.
"You like it?" Shalimar chuckled, already knowing the answer but never one to turn down flattery. And if that flattery was coming from her favorite red head, then she certainly couldn't see herself ever getting enough of it.
"They're delicious," Emma answered in that sweet tone of hers as she swallowed the last bit of the moist dessert, setting the small piece back on the counter with the rest of the three dozen beautifully decorated cupcakes. "As always. You certainly made them sweet enough."
A sly grin spread across the blonde feral's face as she turned her attention back to the counter, brushing the last few bits of flour into the sink.
"I like 'em like that."
Catching the proud gleam in the feral's eyes Emma couldn't help but smile in response. Actually, she'd become more aware lately that she just simply couldn't help but smile in return whenever her feral friend smiled at her. How she loved that smile. It was sweet, nice, caring, and she had to admit, quite sexy indeed, and whenever Shalimar flashed her even the slightest glimpse of it, Emma found herself overcome with the desire to reply with her own. Not that she minded however.
It suddenly came to Emma's attention just how sweet those cupcakes were and she could feel the sugar rush already clasping a slight grip upon her. Looking down, she lifted the nearly empty frosting container from the counter, dancing her finger along the inside until it was bathed in vanilla goodness.
Looking over at the red headed psionic Shalimar watched in delight as that same finger was raised to full, lush lips, and she suddenly felt herself growing her own sweet tooth at the appetizing sight.
One taste wasn't enough, however, and deciding to polish off the last few bits of frosting Emma's finger dipped back into the container, circling around the lid until slowly being brought back up to her watering mouth for another hit of the sweet substance.
Shalimar could only watch, admire, as the woman slowly slid her finger into her mouth, allowing her tongue to gently taste the treat before sucking the remainder off her index finger. Was she trying to be so sexy? No, it was just natural, the feral reminded herself. Never the less, she was finding this to be increasingly desirable by the second.
Finally, with a look of satisfaction, Emma removed her finger from her mouth, dropping it to her side to wipe it off on the towel, licking her lips and tasting the sweetness still evident upon them. An evil tease if the feral ever saw one.
Instinctively, Shalimar's own tongue copied the desirable woman's actions, and she reached around to remove the apron she'd been wearing as she'd very quickly become entirely too hot to keep it on, though that was the least bit surprising to her. All the more recently she'd been more and more aware just how hot her psionic friend seemed to make her. How what she had originally assumed just simple attraction was all too quickly turning into a full blown desire driven fire for the red head. Or at east, that was a minor way of stating it.
Sensing feral eyes watching her Emma turned to meet the curious golden browns with a pair of her own icy blues, and it didn't take long for her to notice the other senses circling the air between them creating a thick atmosphere with the just right blend of lust and icing. A sweet aroma indeed.
Not that she herself had never noticed it before. It had become much clearer to Emma recently that the feral did in fact have some unrevealed desires for her, but what exactly they were, was still up for speculation in the psionic's mind. Not that she'd seriously tried to invade her friends thoughts, though she did try to descramble the somewhat scattered messages the feral had been sending her lately, sometimes it only seemed to blur the hidden image more and she just couldn't get the glass to be crystal clear. But when are the intentions of a feral ever made to be crystal clear anyway?
Speaking of crystal clear…Emma's mind trailed off as meeting with those deep feral eyes had nearly taken her breath away, so much in fact, that she drew in a deep breath as she locked gazes with the stunning woman before her. Stunning, yes, that might be the only understatement she'd thought so far. Shalimar was beyond stunning, and she'd become more and more conscious of just how much lately that it was nearly impossible for her to look at the feral without admiration sparking in her eyes.
Shalimar stood still, taking in the psionic's soft features as she stood before her, admiring her like she was some priceless sculptured work of art in a museum on display for all to be in awe of. And boy was she in awe. Silent awe, which was good as the red headed woman's beauty had left her speechless anyway. One of the only times she didn't mind taking a step back to just observe. When it came to Emma, she could be silent all day, starring at her, admiring her, appreciating her. In fact, if she had her own way that would be the bulk of her days, well for the most part.
Continuing her progressive scan over Emma's impressive features Shalimar was becoming more and more amazed. Not hat she hadn't trailed that path countless times before. Not that she could ever tire of such a sight, however. She couldn't even begin to count how many times, and more so recently, she'd been in the Helix and found herself turning in her seat to look upon the sweet young woman behind her who, more often than not, was staring right back with a look very similar to the feral's own, that look that Shalimar always feel prey to. Prey, well, perhaps that isn't an accurate word to describe the willing.
Emma smiled at the sudden warmth she felt growing between them. She'd always felt it from the feral. From the first day they'd met she'd always loved the way Shalimar made her feel. So comfortable, so safe, so….warm. Until now she'd considered it a deep and meaningful friendship. But when that warmth started turning into a burning passion she had to call her own desires into question on the stance of her feelings for this woman. This beautiful, sincere, remarkable woman. This woman she considered her friend. Her best friend. And only longed to call her more.
It hadn't come to Shalimar's attention that she was motionless, though it wouldn't have been to her surprise to know the psionic had froze her in her tracks and thoughts. No, that was just routine. Much appreciated routine by the feral.
She gazed on. But then again, how could she look anywhere else whenever Emma was in the room? It seemed impossible to conceive that something or someone else might be of even slightly more interest to her, and if possible, she didn't even want to know about it. She was happy just belonging in her own little world to this beautiful woman. Belonging. It occurred to her she'd used that word before when referring to the psionic angel. Yes, that's the word she wanted to use. She wanted to belong to her. She wanted to cuddle up to her every night and purr herself to sleep in the sensual embrace of the woman who she was already too aware had claimed the depths of her heart. She wanted to belong where the rest of her inner most self already had found a home. With Emma.
"Well, I think I need to go take a shower," Emma's words finally broke their silence. She wasn't sure why she'd spoken exactly, or even had a second chance to question the words before they made their way to the feral's ears. Perhaps, it was just the nervousness overcoming her. It tended to occur often and she was sure that must've been to blame for why she and Shalimar had never really discussed anything whenever that lustful air seemed to sneak up on them. That was usually her cue to quickly make some sort of small talk, and she hated herself for it. Maybe she did it out of fear. Fear for what might occur or what might be said. Whatever the cause, she was kicking herself inside for now brining up yet another flimsy excuse to cut this interesting and certainly desirable moment short.
"Yeah, I have a little more baking to do," the feral responded, Emma's sudden jolt striking her back into reality. Reality, she hissed to herself, she hated it there. That's where she only dreamed she belonged in the place she felt calling out to her with every beat. Every beat of that psionic's caring heart spoke her name, and in reality she had yet to answer it.
Emma smiled a goodbye and paused for a moment as if she was going to change her mind, sparking a small flare of false hope in the feral's heart, before sliding her hand from the counter and turning for the doorway, reluctantly pulling herself along.
Shalimar watched as Emma made her departure from her, grateful when she looked back again as she rounded the corner of the doorframe, her eyes seeming to sparkle, glitter, glint, and Shalimar only hoped it was something she had done to bring about such a beautiful glare in the woman's eyes.