<em>It was a strangely familiar sensation, feeling Giselle's fingers inside her, moving with her desires to know the woman more. The story stuck in her head, how they had both lived through things that had killed millions. She let out a sigh of content to the gentle motions of Giselle's fingers, easing her into a sense of deep understanding and longing. It was awkward, the woman inside her feeling so foreign, yet at the same time, so familiar. Emma chuckled, trying to continue the pleasant conversation, but found herself quickly overwhelmed with ecstasy.<br/><br/>Her toes curled and her fingers rolled into crude fists, her back arching in enjoyment. Despite the resistance the bed sheet was provided against her body, she felt her nipples getting slowly hard from the sensations coursing though her body. "Giselle..." She gave a moan, trying to put her feelings into words. They came from different worlds, on opposite ends of the cosmic trail, yet Emma felt more kinship with Giselle then she had with anyone else she's ever met. Alabaster and Obsidian, black and white, north and south. Opposites, yet they strive for their connection.<br/><br/>Relaxing and smiling, Emma waited for Giselle, wanting to be her everything, to show her that there is a chance for love in her life, even if that change lives in separate dimensions. She muttered something through her pleasure which sounded very similar to 'I love you'.</em>