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Picture Perfect
by
DearlyLovedAimee
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Rating: G

Pairing: Shalimar/Emma

Series: Two Hearts

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters; all rights go to those who do. I am just using them.

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The minute we break, I realize what I have done. I let go of her body, missing the contact almost immediately. I quickly scan our surrounding to see if anyone had seen our little display of affection. As far as I can tell, not one person was even aware we were back here; and a wave of relief sets in. I begin to step back away from her, but when I try to leave, I feel a tight grip around my neck, and realize that Shal hasn't completely let go of me.

She regains her hold of my waist with her legs; and I hear a soft nasally sound in my left ear. I take a minute to try and figure out where that purring is coming from; and then I realize it's her! Did I do that? She wants told me that ferals only purr when they are extremely happy or when they have found their life mate. Wonder which category I fit into?

I want to let go of her and escape this torture. She does things to me internally that no person should ever have to endure. I don't want to be here when she comes to the conclusion that this was all one giant mistake on both our parts. I attempt one more time to break our embrace, but where ever I go she follows. She is bound and determined to keep me close to her.

Time passes slowly, and what seems like eternity to me, is actually a few minutes. I take my eyes off of her only to make sure that we are alone; then I bring them back to this delicate woman in my arms. She is so content snuggling up to me and she doesn't flinch when I tell her that Jess and Bren are approaching. She just increases her hold on me even tighter and tells me that she wants to take me home.

Jess and Bren seem like they have been searching for us for a while now, and when they finally find us, they seem to be more then pleased at the current state we are in. They meet each other with a sly smile and tell us that they will be leaving with their two female companions and that if we would like to go home, we can.

I give them a reassuring nod and watch them turn around and walk away, leaving me here all alone to deal with Shaimar. Not that I mind, I am just scared at what she is going to do when we leave the club. I lean down and kiss her on top of her head and tell her it's time to go. She doesn't seem to hear me, and I look down to see if she is okay. At first, I thought she wasn't conscious, but then I realize, she had just fallen asleep in my arms. I can't help but smile at how peaceful she looks. I gently pick her up and carry her out to her jeep.

She doesn't move the entire drive, and it is only when we arrive home that she flutters her eyes open and steps back into reality.

"Emma…?"

"Shh, Shal I'm here!"

"Where are we?"

"Home."

"Oh…, Emma will you stay with me tonight?"

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

I step out of the car and make my way to the passenger side. I open her door and she extends her arms out to me. I bend down slightly so she can put her arms around my neck; and I lift her up and head inside.

I had a hard time deciding which bed I wanted to put her in, mine or hers. I finally decided she might be more comfortable in her own room. I pull back her covers with my one free hand and gently lay her fragile body down on the soft mattress. I carefully undress her, and put her in her favorite night shirt that Jess gave to her for her birthday; and then sneak out of the room only to return a moment later with my pajamas on, and climb in after her. As soon as she feels me next to her, she turns on her side and regains her hold of my body.

The warmth that radiates off of her causes me to remove the covers from me. It's always like I pictured it in my dreams. She doesn't have any reservations about me laying next her, just happiness. I must have died and gone to heaven, because nothing I have ever known before has truly felt this good. It's so good; I don't want it to end.

My thoughts race back and fourth, as I try and think about what I am going to say and do in the morning. Picture perfect can't last forever; I know that as well as the next.

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Created on ... May 05, 2003