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Emma bolted upright, the blankets she had been asleep under now wrapping themselves tightly around her torso as she struggled to regain her composure. Straining her senses, she tried to catch another glimpse of the emotions that had jolted her from her sleep. Pain. Discomfort. Agony. Frustration. The telempath gripped her temples as the sensations assaulted her, causing her to wriggle her way off her bed and into a pile of blankets on the floor.
"Shalimar?!" The girl whimpered, instinctively placing the stolen emotions with their original owner. What could possibly be causing these emotions in the feral, Emma wondered as she untangled herself from her bedding and pulled herself upright. She needed to get to Shalimar.
The new mutant soon made her way through the hallways of the still sanctuary, her fingers still pressed to her temple as the tension and pain increased every step she took towards the ferals room. Releasing one hand in order to grip the doorknob, Emma prepared herself for what she might witness on the other side of the door. She had never felt such powerful and conflicting emotions emanate from anyone inside sanctuary, and worried for her best friends safety.
As the door swung open, Emma's eyes landed on the figure sprawled out across the bed. A tiny gasp wound its way up into her throat as she took in the scene before her. Shalimar lay naked atop her leopard print bedspread, a thick layer of sweat coating her vulnerable and exposed body. One of Shalimars hands gripped the ferals bent leg, the other was buried from view between her thighs.
Emma stood there in the open doorway, the saliva in her throat forming a giant knot which she forcibly tried to swallow. Pain. Horrible Pain and Agony. Frustration. Lingering discomfort. Forgetting the block in her throat, the telempath gripped her forehead as the emotions assailed her once more, this time double or triple in intensity.
She must have cried out, because when she looked up and back towards the bed, she could see Shalimar staring at her with wide and fearful eyes. Breaking through the block, Emma quickly opened her mouth, "Shalimar, I-"
"Close the door!" The feral hissed, lifting her head off of her pillows in order to see past the telempath.
"What?" Emma reacted, startled by the tone of her friends voice.
"Either come inside or leave, but close the fucking door!!" Shalimar threw her head back into the bed, biting her lip as she let out an aggravated squeal of dismay.
Emma wanted to turn around and run, to forget she had seen anything and go back to a peaceful slumber. That's what she wanted, but knew she could never have or do. Stepping fully inside the ferals room, Emma quickly shut the door behind her, and without putting any thought into it, locked the door as well.
Shalimar cried out again as she once more lost her climax to her trembling fingers, forgetting for the moment that Emma was in the room with her, watching her. She wanted to scream in frustration, in disgust at the unfairness of it all, but knew she couldn't wake the others. "Emma!"
Emma jumped when she heard her name escape the ferals lips. It wasn't the idea of the feral shouting her name, but the way she had said it. Not so much as an exclamation or a command, but as a sort of realization, almost inviting in a sense. Shaking her head to clear it, the girl slowly moved towards the bed, trying her best to look anywhere but her friend and coworkers naked body.
Shalimar could sense the red head moving towards her as she covered her eyes with her sweat soaked hands. Her heart was still racing and her breathing fast and erratic, she could smell the other girl near her.
"Shalimar??" Emma gasped as the blonde suddenly burst into tears. Forgetting for the moment the awkwardness of the situation, she crawled onto her friends bed and placed a comforting hand on the girls shoulder. "What is it?" Fire. Burning. Agony. Release. Emma refrained from screaming as the emotions hit her, the physical contact creating a momentary link between the two. Wrenching her hand away, the red head forced herself not to collapse. "Shalimar.. What IS that? What's wrong?" She tried again, glancing toward her friends still covered face.
"I'm in heat, Emma." Shalimar whispered, as if those three words explained everything.
Emma was taken aback. She knew that certain animals like cats and dogs go into heat at certain times of the year, but had never before imagined the same thing happening to feral new mutants. "Do you want me to get Brennan?"
"No!" Shalimar practically shouted, then repeated less forcefully, "no."
"But why not? He could give you.. Uh.. What you need, right?" Emma asked, trying to understand what was happening to her friend.
Shalimar removed her hands from her face and clenched them across her stomach. Gathering herself, she let her eyes roam up from the bed towards Emma's face, surprised to see general concern plastered there. "I'll get pregnant."
It suddenly dawned on Emma the full scale of the situation. Why was it that cats and dogs went into heat? Not for the sake of having sex, but to reproduce. "Oh, I didn't realize.." She tried to apologize but then thought of something, "but if you were to use protection.."
Shalimar let out a struggled laugh, her hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists. "You let a guy in here with me like this, there would be no time for that.." She tried to remain humored, although it was obvious to the telempath that she was deeply embarrassed if not ashamed.
"But your okay with me in here? I mean, around females." Emma asked, noticing Shalimar's hands trying desperately to remain where they were and not to venture downwards again.
"I've had.. Woman before.." Shalimar panted, her breathing becoming more unsteady and erratic as her body began to flush with need.
"Then why haven't you-?"
"You're my friend, damnit!" Shalimar whimpered, tossing her head to the side facing away from the telempath. She could feel the fire and pain enveloping her again, and fought with all her might to refrain from touching herself.
Fire. Heat. Agony. Torture. Emma's eyes fluttered as the sensations passed through her, twisting her into a pretzel on the bed. "Oh god, Shalimar.." She panted, unable to comprehend the full extent of the emotions inside her friend. All she knew was that Shalimar needed release. "Let me help." The words were out of her mouth before she had time to rationalize what she was saying.
"No! No.." The feral answered, shaking her head back and forth to exaggerate her point.
"Why not? I can help you!" Emma tried not to shout back at the girl, angry that she was being so stubborn, but surprised at herself for what she was suggesting. Her parents had been hippies, and therefore brought her up with a tolerance for most lifestyle choices. Even still, she had never imagined herself in a situation like she now found herself in. She knew she wasn't 100% straight, ever since she had seen a glimpse of her best friend in high school naked in the shower, it's not that she was attracted to her, but she certainly wasn't repulsed. Taking her eyes from her friends face, she allowed them to roam briefly over her shaking body, realizing for the first time just how beautiful Shalimar really was.
Shalimar shook her head once more, knowing her reserves were quickly running out. As with all ferals, she could if she wanted to, have sex with either gender. The problem was that not all ferals were attracted to both genders in the sense that they could fall in love with the same sex. Shalimars problem was that she knew she liked both sexes, and as much as she tried to deny it, she had the tiniest of crushes on her telempath friend.
"Shalimar.."
"No Emma." Suddenly afraid of hurting her friend by her rejection, "I don't think you could give me what I need.." She kept from elaborating, hoping that Emma would understand her meaning.
Emma paused, realizing that what Shalimar said was true. She wasn't completely naive to lesbian sex, having read bits of it in her romance novels, but was sure that even all the knowledge in the world wouldn't give her the experience or the forwardness that would help Shalimar achieve her release. "No, I guess not..." Then it suddenly hit her, "But I'm sure you could..."
Shalimar stared at the girl, confused by her words. "What do you mean-" She's cut short as the red head suddenly starts to unbutton her nightshirt. "What are you doing?" She questions, startled at her friends actions.
"You know what you need, Shalimar.. I'm going to help you give.. And receive it." Emma answered, pulling her arms through her sleeves and easily tossed the shirt over her head.
"I don't understand.."
"You will.." Emma ignored the fact that she was now naked from the waist up sitting on her best friends bed, trying not to harp on the notion that she lacked any sort of shyness. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, she tugged them as well as her knickers off and let them fall to the floor next to her top.
"Emma?" The blonde questioned again, her eyes roaming up and over her coworkers flawless skin, taking in each curve and indent with hungry, greedy eyes.
Reaching a hand out, Emma let her skin brush against Shalimars knee, her eyes narrowing in on a point as her mind began to implement her plan. A few moments passed between the two before she spoke, "Touch me."
"What?!" Shalimar exclaimed, beyond confused, if not a little annoyed at the red heads seeming lack of understanding. Her fingers twitched against her stomach, she knew she couldn't hold back much longer, and silently hoped that Emma would give up and leave before she had to witness her frenzy.
"Trust me, Shalimar." Emma instructed, grabbing one of Shalimars hands in her own and pulling it towards her body. "Touch me." With that, she led the blondes hand down between her legs and roughly pressed her warm fingers to her sex, and then waited for the reaction.
"Oh god!!!" Shalimar's eyes flew open even wider as she felt an invisible hand touch her own sensitive region. Glancing downwards she knew that no one had. "What the hell did you do?" She breathed heavily.
"Without boring you with the details," Emma grinned slyly, pushing the hand in her grasp around, stimulating both herself and the feral, "we're now connected, anything I feel, you feel, and vice versa.." She shuddered slightly, her body warming up to the actions between her thighs.
Shalimar knew what Emma wanted her to do but wondered if the girl was really prepared for what was to come. "Are you sure about this, Emma?" She panted, using her own force now to push her fingers back and forth across the red heads sensitive skin. "I'm not the gentlest lover.." She suppressed a groan.
Emma rolled her head back, her eyes closing as the sensations began to build up, warming her from the inside out. Stretching her legs out to the side of her she removed her hand, confident that Shalimar now understood her part in the plan. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life.." Then it hit her, why she found it so easy to suggest what she had, or to sit naked in front of Shalimar. She bit her lip to keep from groaning too loudly as the blonde's fingers began to work faster, causing the two of them to buck responsively.
"Okay then, but I warn you, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself once I start.." Shalimar explained, pulling herself up and onto her knees, her hand still pressed heatedly against Emma's sex.
"I trust you.." Emma reassured, fighting back the urge to say the rest of her current feelings. She found herself being pushed onto her back, her knees bending and sliding apart.
Shalimar pulled her hand away and pressed them roughly against the inside of Emma's thighs, pushing her legs as far apart as they'd go. Leaning downwards, she stopped briefly to take in the girls scent, brinning briefly at the information gathered.
As the feral let loose, Emma fought with all her strength to keep from crying out in pleasure, never before imagining such sensations possible. Reaching her mind out, she allowed herself to willingly this time pick up on the emotions flowing through her best friends body. Pain. Fear. Fire. Release. Love. Smiling, Emma let her head fall back into the blankets, opening her mouth, this time to udder the words, "I love you too.."