<em>Emma wasn't quite sure if this was some kind of dream induced by fatigue, or a deep longing for companionship, but as she entered, she couldn't help but feel relaxed as Giselle spoke to her, each word ringing like an angel's song in her ears. The rose pedals on the bed and in the tub, while a tad cliche, were pretty, and a very welcome reprieve. So it was a dream, just as Giselle described, and hopefully she'd remember whatever happened here.<br/><br/>"A massage?" She questioned idly to herself. "I'd very much like that..." She smiled, blushing a little. "More so, if you're going to give it to me..." She looked aorund, to the bed, and to Giselle, the Drow shown in the dim, but sensual light as a shimmering, beautiful figure. "But if this is a dream..." She mused, taking a step forward, sat next to her on the bed, and placed a hand on Giselle's shoulder. "There's something I'd like to do first..." Shifting her position, and sliding her hands from her shoulders, arms now resting on them instead, she gave her a light hug, her eyes closing slowly. "Something I don't think I'd have the guts to do in the real world..." Leaning closer to the Drow, she let her lips touch hers, the Revenant's lips surprising warm for being dead. Pulling away quickly, she smiled. "You're special, Giselle... very special. To me, I mean... From many stand points, you and I are so much alike... both blessed and cursed..." Kissing her again, she let her hug migrate to her waist, practically sitting on her lap. "Giselle... I know I can't hold a candle to you in reality, and you may just be a dream, but you're the most beautiful dream I've ever seen... and I want this... even if it is a dream..."<br/><br/>She kissed the dream Giselle passionetly, her hands on her back, rubbing her toned muscles idly, feeling her soft skin across her hands. God help whoever woke her from this dream. God help them indeed.</em><br/><br/>((Meh. I see your boredom and raise you an 'HLS' scene.))