Emma's hands slid from her face in a long sigh as she revealed regretful blue eyes to the mirror before her. Rising the arm again she wiped the stream from the glass in one quick motion. Not that she needed a crystal clear view to see just how resentful she was with herself for letting that happen back there. Why couldn't she just be honest with the feral? she'd contemplated before just telling her how she felt and if not for her worry that feelings that heavy left out there to hang just might weigh down the branch their friendship was perched on she might have spoken up sooner. It wouldn't be anything else short of fear that kept her mouth shut to the feral.
But even still, being silent was bringing about a different fear in herself. The more she kept quiet the more it weighed on her, dragged down the branch her own sanity was perched on when it came to the subject. A part of her had hoped when she'd realized just how deeply she cared for her friend that it would diminish, dwindle off and revert back to the deep admiration of a friend and fellow mutant it had originated from. But no, it hadn't, she realized, and it occurred to her she didn't think it ever could. No, cupid's arrows were far too deeply imbedded in her at this point. There was no going back. And she knew it. It was time to more forward.
Reaching up to the cabinet Shalimar placed the last dish inside, sighing at finally having cleaned the kitchen. She turned around, somehow noticing how the room didn't quite seem as bright anymore and it didn't even occur to her to question why her first instinct and first thought at that realization was the fact that Emma was no longer in the room. Yes, she was sure that was the reason, and as quickly as she came to the conclusion she decided she wanted to be amongst her company once more.
She smiled to herself, reaching into the refrigerator to remove a medium metal purple basket and closed the door behind her. Easter was a time to spend with those you cared about most and Shalimar was certainly not about to miss out on an opportunity like that.
Whipping her hands a final time on the towel, Shalimar escorted herself from the kitchen and began to make her way towards the living room. It wasn't to her surprise to find Brennan and Jesse making their way towards her, no doubt, their noses leading the way as the cupcakes and ham she'd prepared where swirling all through Sanctuary by now, adding an extra sweet atmosphere to the one already among the halls.
Brennan smiled at the sight of the approaching feral. "Hey, something smells good."
Flashing a small grin at the two men in their tank tops Shalimar returned his smile.
"Well, it certainly isn't you two," she chuckled, watched as a sweaty Brennan set the basketball down next to the chair and wiped his face with his white tank.
"Yeah, happy Easter to you too," he responded light heartedly.
"I sure hope that's done in there," Jesse cut in. "Beating Brennan always works up my appetite."
The two men laughed arrogantly and hit each other in their usually playful buddy manner as Shalimar watched on always enjoying the sight of her friends enjoying themselves.
"Yeah, we'll just see who's laughing after our rematch," the elemental warned. "Hey, where's Emma? I was thinking we could get a little Easter match going. Two on two or something like that."
"Actually, I was just heading to her room. Something I wanna talk to her about, but uh, dinner's ready so help yourself, guys."
Patting Brennan's shoulder, Shalimar headed past the two and down the hall eagerly toward the psionic's room, a spring fresh scent making its way to her nose letting her know the woman had just finished her shower. She paused outside the door, smiling to herself with anticipation and hoping her decision would bring her what she'd desired and awaited for so long now. Her only Easter wish. Emma.
Emma turned to the closed door as if in anticipation of Shalimar's knocking and sure enough, a second later came the beckoning sound, bringing the psionic over to the doorway to find her feral friend standing in the hall, Cheshire cat grin and all.
"Hey, can I come in?"
Emma smiled, like she could ever say no to the blonde. "Of course."
Showing herself into the room Shalimar smiled as she inhaled a deep breath of the psionic, to her the sweetest scent in Sanctuary and one she couldn't imagine a day without, couldn't image ever going without. And she had no intention of letting that happen either.
Smiling at just the mere visit from the feral, Emma closed her door, quickly turning and heading over to sit upon her comfortably made bed. Blue eyes turned to golden brown and silently asked the feral to join her on the mattress, a question Shalimar answered by allowing herself the grace of sitting beside her friend. Beside her Emma. The only place she really wanted to be.
"How was your shower?" the feral questioned, realizing she was started off with the small talk that usually interrupted them but determined not to let it sidetrack her as she didn't feel jumping right into the heart felt confession was the better choice of actions.
Emma smiled. "Great."
Sensing the turning point upon them Shalimar quickly took action, placing the basket on her lap and preparing herself for the moment she'd awaited all too long.
"I wanted to give you your Easter present," the feral informed, unable to keep the cat like grin of happiness from her face at the words, well that and at seeing Emma's face light up at the sight of the purple basket. She almost felt like she was the one receiving the gift as she placed the present in the psionic's accepting lap.
"What is it?" Emma's happy voice questioned as she looked over the intriguing gift, her beauty shining more as she was stuck by the sentiment.
Shalimar giggled in her rarely giggly girl tone but the action was unavoidable to her. "Take a look."
Removing the small Easter wrapping atop the basket Emma's eyes instantly lit up at the medium sized cake inside the plastic container. She should've guessed, she thought, though she had just assumed the cause of the new sweetness in the room was Shalimar's presence rather than a custom made cake just for her.
"Oh wow," she let out as she looked over the beautiful pastry, clearly an Easter cake with the little bunny and carrots and eggs all decked out in icing upon it and clearly just for her as "Happy Easter, Emma" was boldly written upon the sweet dessert.
Emma smiled, feeling herself blush, and the action caused the feral's own cheeks to slightly burn.
"Thank you. That's sweet."
"You bet it is," Shalimar smiled knowingly.
"I'm sure," Emma grinned back.
"Just the way you like it."
"I love it," Emma cried out, shooting herself into the feral's arms, clinging tightly to the surprisingly sentimental blonde.
"And I have something for you," Emma informed, pulling herself from the feral's arms to flash her a frisky grin which only made the feral's temperature and desire reach a new height, a height the psionic couldn't help but notice had been attained, and welcome for that matter, as she already considered herself perched there in waiting for far too long.
Placing the basket on her dresser, Emma knelt down to left a small blue bag beside it and the feral smiled when she returned to her side once more, sitting back beside her wanting to be at eye level with the feral.
"Happy Easter," Emma greeted, handing the bag to the blonde woman with a smile.
Shalimar could feel her heart warming, growing, and even glowing inside her at participating in such a wonderful moment with this woman. This woman she loved, and eagerly she reached into the bag, digging through the blue and pink tissue paper inside to remove the rather large and quite sweet smelling cookie it contained.
Shalimar smiled as she inspected it, looking over the cat with its icing and bunny ear set it was wearing, though it was in fact quite a cat. It wore a purple collar with the greeting "Happy Easter, Shalimar" written across it in yellow icing and the paws had black icing, the nose pink icing, and the eyes bright yellow icing, an Shalimar couldn't help but smile at the very tasty and quite thoughtful little treat from her favorite psionic friend.
"Oh that's so cute," Shalimar laughed.
"And there's one more thing," Emma pointed out, placing a finger on the side of the bag to tip it open a bit.
Looking inside Shalimar reached down to remove a larger object, bringing it from the bag to see the large chocolate rabbit sealed in a plastic wrapping.
Emma smiled. "It wouldn't be Easter without a chocolate rabbit. I guess you can have chocolate right?" she joked.
"I can't think of anything you'd give me I wouldn't take," Shalimar responded, a bit more seriously than she'd hoped, but rather glad that she did for the next thing she knew was the sweet taste of chocolate on her lips. The faint taste of chocolate on her lips that is, as the taste of Emma's own was much more desirable and prominently striking.
Shalimar's took every opportunity the psionic gave her as she kissed the woman beside her deeper than she could remember kissing anyone in her current memory.
"Well," Emma stated in a breath when she'd finally broken their kiss. "I was wondering when one of us was gonna do that." She smiled rather arrogantly and Shalimar laughed in response, licking her lips again to taste the remnants of Emma on them, or maybe just to be sure that had actually just happened, she didn't know which.
"I see you already had your chocolate rabbit," the feral joked as she confirmed it was in fact a bit of chocolate she tasted on her lips which had rubbed off the most delicious and luscious pair she'd ever kissed.
"That may be but I'm still waiting for my cat," Emma's answer was arrogant and only drew Shalimar's lure in more.
"Well, I don't plan on going anywhere," Shalimar answered and pushed herself closer to the psionic to confirm her statement, taking the soft palm before her into her own warm clutches.
Emma merely smiled in return, bringing her face closer to the blonde's once more closing the few inches between them and sealing it with a kiss even Shalimar's cooking could never be sweeter than.
"Happy Easter," she whispered softly in the feral's ear, brushing away a small strand of blonde hair before trailing her lips back to the feral's.
"Back at ya," Shalimar responded, smiling as she allowed herself the privilege of kissing the woman once more, unable to think of anything she'd want more for Easter than to be the psionic's own smitten kitten.
The End