A/N: ok I know this isn't great but I thought I'd post it for you all to read, its set before "The shock of the new," its actually thanks to EmmaShalforever, who inspired me to write after I read the chapter she posted the other day. So this was written in an English lesson while I was bored.
Disclaimer: Characters not owned by me, I'm merely using them for my entertainment
Rolling over in bed, Emma reached out an arm which instantaneously settled around her lovers' waist. Her hand beginning to rub small circles on the firm stomach beneath, eliciting a barely audible purr from her sleeping lover. Shifting her body closer to the warm body sleeping soundly beside her, Emma nuzzled into the mass of golden locks, her mouth seeking the warm flesh of her lovers' neck, planting a delicate kiss there before pulling back.
"Hey where do you think you're going?" The now awake blonde asks sleepily, rolling over to face Emma.
"I have to get ready for work," Emma states, seeing the pout on her lovers' face provokes a smile from within herself.
"Call in sick," the blonde urges.
"Shalimar honey, I need the money. Besides not all of us can just lounge around in bed all day," Emma says playfully, leaning in to kiss Shal who pouts a little more before responding, only to pull back as what Emma just said sinks in.
"Hey I don't lounge around in bed all day," Shal replies, adding emphasis on the 'all,' grinning seductively, as she pulled her younger lover back to her, their bodies moulding into one, as they indulge in another passionate clinch, everything else temporarily fading into nothingness.
"Shal, when can I see you again?" Emma asks as her head lay comfortably on Shalimar's shoulder.
"Do you want to see me again?" Shal answers Emma's question with one of her own.
"You know I do," Emma states matter of fact.
"Well then, I shall try and see you tonight," Shal replies after a moments thought.
"You'll try?" Emma enquired, looking up into imploring brown eyes.
"Em, you know that I do my best, its not always possible," Shalimar tried her best to explain for what seemed like the five hundredth time since she had been seeing Emma, a young, beautiful psionic with the most absorbing blue eyes and silky red hair.
"Whatever Shal, I'm not bothered. It's always the same with you, all this mystery surrounding you, never knowing where you are or when I'll see you next, well I've had enough," Emma retorted, hurt by the fact her girlfriend didn't seem to trust her, or care enough to let her in on her personal life. Ok so maybe she could have read Shalimar if she wanted but, it went against her morals to read the people she cared about most.
"Emma please," Shal pleaded, hurt evident in her eyes as she tried to grab Emma's arm, only to be shrugged off as the younger woman got out of bed.
"I'm going to work and then I'm going out to a club tonight, if I pull all well and good," Emma said the words hurting her just as much as she knew they were hurting Shalimar.
"Em, don't do this, I'm not playing games with you," Shal warned the hurt quickly turning into anger that growled in the pit of her stomach, something she was more adapted to dealing with.
"Don't make me laugh," Emma sneered maliciously. "You have been playing cat and mouse with me since day one," Emma continued as she pulled on her work clothes angrily.
"You know what, I don't care. You go out and find someone as arrogant as you are," Shal snapped, now out of bed herself and pulling on her own clothes that just so happened to be scattered around the bedroom of Emma's flat. Once fully clothed Shalimar left the flat, slamming the door after her.
Both women full of hurt and anger had tears streaming down their faces, unsure of what to do with themselves, neither wanting to breathe, let alone set about their daily routines.