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A gleam of red catches Shaw’s eye, and shepauses her movements to get a better look at her hand. “Oh for fuckssake,” shegrowls, and Root lifts her head in question at the hold up.
Shaw raises her hand and wiggles her fingersin the air, her skin coated in lube mixed with oxidized blood. “You couldn’thave warned me this was coming around?”
“Could you shut your mouth for a minutewhile we clear these guys out of here?”
“You weren’t complaining about my mouth lastnight, Sameen.”
“That’s because you were putting it to abetter use than giving away our position.”
They stare at each other for what theMachine later tells her is four minutes and twelve seconds before Root dares tomove, leaning forward, pressing her lips against Shaw's. And this time, Shawdoesn't turn it violent, make it brutal.
The hacker twitches and makes a littlewhining noise, and Shaw rolls her eyes. It’s difficult to slide her arm underRoot’s pillow without waking her, but she’s used to it by now, and Root doesn’twake, still caught in the throes of whatever nightmare has decided to pick onher this evening.
If someone had told Shaw that she would beone half of an expecting couple, she probably would have shot their kneecapsoff.
Then again, if someone had told Shaw thatshe would be married and would actually (technically) be the baby daddy, shewould’ve gone straight for the headshot.
this is Root. Root's body, which, by proxyof Root's annoying mind hitching into some trail of unbroken code in your mind,is now something your body actually wants. your body doesn't seem to care aboutthe gender thing as much when it comes to Root. Root who just happens to havethese parts that you're learning to work with- that you want to work withbecause it will make her feel good. Root whose breathy, feminine sighs andgasps and moans will fill up your bedroom. Root who doesn't have a nice, loadedcock or washboard abs- who instead has a soft belly and thin arms and pale skinthat bruises easily. Root who, yes, ok, has a vagina, a delicate, pinkish,silky, completely foreign territory between her legs. Root whose breasts youwant to lick and kiss and whose whole body you want to learn (since when?).Root who completely dismantles you.
‘One day, Sameen. One day you may just findyourself wanting a cuddle buddy and I won’t be here,’ she says, fastening herbra.
‘Never say the words ‘cuddle’ or ‘buddy’ever again.’
“But I don't need those colors to know thatyou have beautiful chocolate eyes, tanned skin, coffee colored hair and mostlywear black… So you see Sameen, for me, with my condition, you’re absolutelyperfect.” Root said giving her a drowsy smile.
题型简介：不想哭的话推荐大家去做这位老师出的另一套题sociopathic heart （T）
Numb. It’s the first thing that registersto you after John shakes his head at you. You feel numb.
It’s like the dial for your emotions turnedway down until it hit zero.
And then you look back at him with a numbdetermination to finish all of this.
“We need to get to Finch.”
You wake up in safety for the very firsttime in a very, very long time - in your own bed, with Root lying beside you,some jazz tune playing softly on the bedside radio. For one brief second,everything feels safe, and you could be content, even happy, when she stirs andwakes and -
and then you remember.
Martine's almost amused by her reputationas Samaritan's most mysterious agent; if only they knew how much of an openbook she was with Kara, when Kara could barely speak two sentences to Martineabout herself when she was in a good mood.
“Oh, c’mon!” Martine cried. “How am Isupposed to explain this to Samaritan?”
The non-sixty-nining portion of the groupoffered her a collective shrug as their elevator ascended.
“At least let me know if she really didsquirt!?” she called after them.
Whiskey is neat. Gin is classic. Vodka ispure.
Tequila is messy.
Root followed suit, rather more slowly. Shehad the palest skin that Shaw had ever seen. It seemed like there was miles ofit, smooth and white except for a few faint scars. She folded her blouse andthen shrugged out of the delicate bra she was wearing underneath. Small, highbreasts like dollops of cream. Shaw couldn’t wait to get her mouth on them.
Root glides through the water, more fishthan man, colliding into Shaw and pulling her upwards. When they break thesurface Root kisses her hard, the smile on her face radiant and her faceflushed. Shaw finds herself at a complete lost for words, swallowing andgasping for air, a turmoil of emotions she didn’t know she possessed raginginside of her. But nothing ruins Root’s elation, and she doesn’t seem torealize Shaw’s conflict, her hands roving and her lips insistent.
Shaw rolled her eyes. “Can’t say it’s beenat the forefront of my thoughts.” She said, shrugging once again.
“Of course not,” Root said as her eyes tookon a mischievous look. “That spot’s reserved for me.”
Shaw’s not normally one for cuddlingstrangers, but when that stranger gives you the best orgasms of your life, youkinda don’t give a shit. The last thing she remembers before blacking out isRoot picking up her other hand to rest on her ass and kissing her lips gentlyand then she pulls back slightly to look Root in the eye.
“Yes sweetie?” Root sensing Shaw wants toask her something.
Shaw eyes narrow but they also lookpleading “Root, Please tell me you’re on birth control."
Kara holds her wrist up to Martine’s mouth.“Take mine,” she says softly, and Martine doesn’t hesitate to taste the bloodthat brought her into this life in the first place.
The vampire blood makes her dizzy witheuphoria, but she feels stronger by the second. She only needs about tenseconds of it and the ache in her chest is gone. She sinks into the cushions,runs her tongue across her teeth, and lets out a breath.
She picks up Root’s hand to drag her away,not a cozy, romantic handholding, but a practical one. As they start down thepath they hear John hiss, “See, girlfriend.” But when Root slants hereyes down at Shaw, the smaller woman just looks content. It’s the sameexpression she has when Bear has his head on her feet, or she’s just finished agood steak.
“Hi, I’m Root.” Root blurted out.
Death stopped and turned around.
“What’s your name?”
Shaw winces as the cold metal makes contactwith her sensitive flesh, and Root pauses, waits for Shaw to adjust, beforeslowly rotating the little key on each one that tightens and tightens andtightens the vice around her nipples.
Shaw whines and lets out a string ofincoherent sounds, some of which might be "fuck, yeah, more" orsomething equivalent in German.
When this happens, you tend to roll youreyes, march over, and take her slender, pale hands in yours: you pull her upand into you, away from whatever dark void she's witnessing or projecting. Shealways comes easily, obediently, and lets you distract her however you see fit.
Sometimes you tease her, "hey Eeyore,where's my perky psycho today?"
Other times, you go sit beside her andyou're silent together.
If anyone understands Root's silences, it'syou.
Then Shaw turned with that scalding glare,her lips pulling back from her teeth as she snarled and that iron hand wasimmediately at Root’s throat, fingers closing around Root’s windpipe… Rootcouldn’t deny that the jolt of electricity that shot through her body was apleasurable one. Her lips had parted and yes, she was smiling just the tiniestamount, and yes, she relished running her hand over Shaw’s forearm to herwrist, gently pressing that iron grip closer to her.
It shouldn’t turn her on, to think ofpeople just outside the thin piece of wood while Root fucks her senseless, butit does, and Shaw is a pretty pragmatic person. She’s not gonna feelembarrassed if they’re caught, really. Well, maybe for a second, but it’s notlike her team don’t know who she is, so why not? This promises to be super hot,as does everything with Root. That girl can turn almost anything into a kinkygame that melts Shaw from the groin out. She’s never met anyone who has hernumber like this.
She had imagined this moment so many timesshe'd lost count, but the reality left a gaping hole in her chest. One kissdidn't even start to make up for three years of loneliness. It was too angry,too fast, too hungry, and it wasn't nearly enough.
She shuddered slightly as she realized thatKuvira looked almost the same as she had in the park. The moonlight falling onher face then had illuminated a cautious sense of hope, and it was still there,but no longer hidden behind a cloud of uncertainty.