Shalimar giggled as Emma splashed water into her face and laughed at her own actions. She wiped the droplets from her eyes and repaid her debt to the psionic with a large splash of her own. Emma giggled and continued enjoying their water sport under the smiling sun each splashing each other as warm bodied moved ever so closer in the otherwise calm waters.
A large gust of water was swooped up into the psionic's face as she stopped to stand before the laughing blonde. Emma was now soaked from head to toe despite the fact she'd just gotten in the water and had yet to be underneath it.
"Ok, ok," Emma pleaded putting her hands up as if to block the splashes. "I'm cold."
Shalimar laughed in triumph as she took the final few steps between them and ran her hands through her now wet hair. Gazing over to her water buddy she watched as the psionic did the same, unable to keep her eyes from trailing over her exposed midriff as she bent backwards to ring out her red locks. The feral's eyes nearly lit up at the sight of her stomach muscles moving ever so slightly just above the blue line on her bikini at her hips. Unconsciously, her tongue broke free from her mouth to moisten her lips although she didn't know why as she was salivating more than enough just looking at the woman.
Golden eyes flickered in the sunlight reflecting off the droplets of water running down the psionic's light skin and Shalimar bit her lip. She could almost hear that body calling out to her, begging her, screaming her name in hopes of some release of the sexual tension between them and oh how she begged to answer the desirable call.
She watched as the woman flung her long hair back behind her shoulder and began to fiddle with the straps keeping her top in place. Shalimar's eyes narrowed as she kept her concentration surprised how her eyes hadn't already burned a hole in her straps or skin even. How she hated those straps. She fought hard the urge to take the final step it would require to place her flush against the red head and tug those thin straps down with her teeth. The task only became harder with each passing second until her eyes finally pulled from the damp shoulder as Emma began to tug on the top causing her breasts to jiggle slightly but more than enough to catch a hungry feral's eyes.
Shalimar's tongue took on a mind of its own again and she parted her lips before pressing her tongue between them all the while her glare never ceasing. She didn't notice just how non-ceasing it was until after she heard the soft chuckle and somehow managed to shift her eyes to Emma's own. It was at this time she realized her tongue was still halfway out of her mouth and she'd been glaring at the woman like some pubescent sex starved boy or something and she causally brought the muscle back into her mouth, her eyes turning away from Emma in a slight moment's embarrassment at ogling her. If they hadn't been in the water and already wet the drool she was sure was slightly evident in her mouth and probably in the corner would have also given her away.
Emma only smiled at the flattery and took it upon herself to close the small distance between them taking each of Shalimar's hands in her own and wiggling them playfully.
"Well," she began in a low, sexy voice that sent Shalimar's hormones into an uproar. "Now that you've gotten me all wet what do you plan to do about it?"
Shalimar tried to hide the almost gulp she took in at the arousing words and delicate touch embracing her already pulsing skin. She twisted her wrists in Emma's hold in an effort to hide her increasing heart beat from the woman and grinned as she caught the playful glare in her mischievous blue crystals.
Emitting a small growl similar to that of a lioness, Shalimar pounced onto her victim sending the psionic plummeting into the cold waters below. At least Emma thought it was cold, Shalimar couldn't understand the reasoning as she was becoming increasingly hotter by the minute at their game.
Emma shook her head back and forth as her face resurfaced and Shalimar turned hers away as window washer type red strands hit her in the face at the psionic's actions.
Laughing, Shalimar spit out the few bits of water that had managed to make their way into her unwelcoming mouth and Emma made a playfully disgusted face as she pushed it out in a fountain style way right beside the red head.
"Gee thanks, hun," Emma remarked sarcastically.
"Anytime."
Shalimar looked around as she suddenly could hardly feel the water around her anymore only softness under her heated skin. Looking back to Emma in question she asked, "What's going on?"
"I'm drowning," Emma said suddenly, her face taking on a serious look and Shalimar could feel all their playful nature leaving the atmosphere in that instant.
"What?" Shalimar asked confused by the words.
"Help me," Emma's weak voice pleaded and Shalimar's face curled up in question.
"What," she began but the next thing she knew Emma was floating away and getting farther from her by the second. It was odd to her especially since there was no current and no waves. If anything the water was dead calm.
"Emma!" she called after her friend hoping to coax her into returning but it was no use; she was too far away by now to hear her. "Emma, where are you going? Come back!" she called.
Shalimar sprawled herself out into the water, hardly recognizing it a such, and tried to swim to the woman who was moving off into the distance.
"Emma, come back!" she called again feeling near panic and enraptured by confusion. "Come back! Come back to me, Emma!"
"I'm right here," Emma said without thinking as she shook the feral from her sleeping, or more like sleep yelling state.
"Huh?" a tired voice asked and Shalimar rolled over to face the psionic allowing herself to forget she was a clone for a just a brief moment simply enjoying the feel of her skin on her bare shoulder.
Shalimar sat herself up letting it sink in that she was still in her bed. She sighed heavily before allowing her body to drop itself back onto the mattress, eyes staring up at the ceiling almost as blank as those next to her.
"You were dreaming," Emma informed finally pulling her hand from the feral's sweaty skin. "About," she paused, contemplating whether or not to say me or use the word Emma. But she was Emma too wasn't she? "About me," she finally concluded, her statement a little bit more of a question than she intended.
Shalimar breathed out the breath she'd been keeping in and turned to lie on her side facing Emma. Propping herself up on her pillow she starred into the blue sky before her. The doctor really did a great job of capturing Emma's essence, she thought. If she didn't know any better, she herself would swear the woman before her who looked, sounded, smelled, talked, walked, and even smiled the way Emma did was her. But wasn't she anyway?
"I've been having these dreams about…about you," she answered trying to get herself used to speaking to Emma and not just about Emma like she had been. "They're these memories of us each time. Memories I love. Happy memories but every time just before I wake up it changes. The memory changes into something false. Something that didn't really happen. I've been logging them all in notebooks and using the imaging machine to catalog them in file."
"You think they're important?" Emma asked searching the deep eyes before her.
"I don't know. I know it means something. I know it all means something I just don't know what yet. That's what I need your help with."
Emma nodded and looked at the clock on the nightstand.
"Adam said he wanted us to meet him in the lab a little while ago. I think we should get ready," Emma informed reluctantly sliding herself off the bed not at all up for playing lab rat to a bunch of angry mutants but not wanting them all to come barging into her, no Shalimar's, bedroom to drag her out.
"Alright. You get ready and I'll meet you in there ok. I just wanna hit the imager while these memories are still fresh in my mind."
"I wanted to ask you," Emma began but cut herself off mid sentence not sure it was the right time for her question and deciding it better left to a more soothing moment. "Never mind. I'll be ready in a few."
Shalimar stood still for a moment as if half expecting Emma to say something but smiled before heading out the door.