If we died tonight, would it ever be the same?
If it's over now, would I comfort you again?
Root just got home. If there were any place for Root to call home at all, it would be Shaw's apartment, near the subway station, where Team Machine's current base of operations was.
Except there was no Shaw.
It was almost unbearably painful for Root to be here. However, at the same time, she simply could not abandon this place, where she and Shaw had so many happy moments together. Where Shaw made the first romantic dinner for her (shut up, Shaw doesn't do romantic). Where Shaw made love to her for the first time. And where she said those simple yet so meaningful words to Shaw, seeking nothing in return and receiving so much, knowing back then that she's the only one for her and she'll always be.
Every cushion, every glass, every wall, all of it reminded Root of Shaw.
Since the Samaritan took Shaw, Root was restless. She could not eat, she couldn't sleep. And were it not for the Machine in her ear, she would most certainly be dead by now.
Harold and Fusco both tried to help here, but there was nothing they could do for her. Reese was the only one who understood, having lost Carter a mere months ago. He would keep an eye on her during the missions and he brought her to Shaw's apartment for more than ten times, when she tried to find consolation the bottle, not caring if she ended swaying on her feet so badly she could barely stand anymore or if she got kicked out of the bar for taking part in any fight that happened to take place near her in that intoxicated state of mind. He was her guardian angel, strong and silent, eager to punch anyone who as much as tried to offend her.
But Root wasn't tankful, she'd prefer death to this life anytime. Without Shaw, she had no reason to live.
The Machine somehow sensed her despair and sadness, and never stopped whispering soothing words in her cochlear implant, but Root simply stopped listening.
Root took off her clothes and headed for bedroom, determined to take a sleeping pill to bear the night without nightmares. But, in her current state of mind, she had forgotten to buy another package of pills, and the Machine hasn't considered it important enough to remind her. Which, Root doubted, was because She didn't approve Root taking pills at all. Not that she was inclined to take any advices.
So, Root simply threw herself to bed, desperately trying not to think about Shaw lying right there, on that same pillow, snoring slightly, her black hair entangled and soft.
That night, sleep came to Root almost unexpectedly and she drifted away in a minute. But, it weren't nightmares torturing her this time. It was even worse, her desperate mind tormenting her with pictures of Shaw…as she dreamt of their first time together.
Root just came to the library after saving a particularly stubborn number, whom she would gladly kill herself, only to save her the trouble of dealing with his whining and complaining. Not mentioning constant questioning about her source of information and threatening with lawsuits. Bastard.
On that evening, library was empty, except for Shaw, who sat there, cleaning her weapons and keeping an eye on Finch's computers.
Root stood there in silence, observing Shaw from behind the book shelve, admiring her concentration and skill, her astounding beauty and the complete lack of awareness that she had about it.
When Root came near enough for Shaw to notice, she could clearly see Shaw's annoyance with herself for not noticing Root earlier. And something else, which Root could have easily taken for happiness, were it not Shaw.
"Hey, sweetie," Root begun, "why so alone?"
"Root, you have to stop stalking me like that," Shaw decided to play annoyed card. "What if I mistook you for someone else and shoot you?"
"Why, Sameen, it's not like you didn't do this before," Root winked, leaning lightly at the wall behind Shaw.
"That was different and you know it. Back then I wanted to shoot you," Shaw replied.
"Is that so? And what do you want to do to me now?"
Shaw slightly blushed in the dim light of computer screens, causing Root's smirking. She loved pestering Shaw sooo much. And sometimes, she suspected, Shaw loved it too. She would just not admit it loudly.
"Too bad you don't have any idea, sweetie. Because I do have lot of them. And you'd like some of them too, if I may add."
"Root…I…" Shaw stammered.
"Yes, Sameen?"
"Nothing," Shaw just stopped, blushing furiously and finding her left shoe particularly interesting.
"Well then, I should be going, it's really late. And the Machine booked a hotel room for me for this night," Root said, sounding little disappointed.
"Right," Shaw said, "goodnight, Root."
"Goodnight, Sameen," Root replied, turning away and heading for the stairs. But, she managed to barely make tree steps, before Shaw called her name.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Root, you know… you can sleep at my place tonight," Shaw muttered. "If you want to… I mean…it's-"
"I'd love to, Sameen," Root was fast to grab an opportunity, which presented itself.
"Good. I'll just shut down Finch's computers and we can go," Shaw said, focusing her attention on her right shoe this time.
Root wondered what's with Shaw, but wisely decided to drop it for now. She really preferred sleeping on Shaw's couch (or maybe even somewhere else this time…who knows) to occupying some lifeless hotel room, regardless of its comfort and luxury she was sure the Machine had paid attention to.
They got in Shaw's car without saying a word, and drove to her apartment silently, but not peacefully. Somehow, air was tick with unspoken…things. Root did not know what was it, but every time she chanced a glance at Shaw, she was quick to glance away, but not quick enough. Root wondered how they even managed to get to Shaw's apartment without an accident. Maybe the Machine took care of that somehow.
In front of the door of her apartment, anyone who did not know Shaw, would describe her as clumsy, as it took her tree attempts to unlock the door successfully. By now, Root was so amused, that she simply could not keep her mouth shut anymore.
"Sameen, have you somehow managed to catch a flu?"
"No, why," Shaw shot her a dark look.
"Just wondering. You seem like someone who's certainly not freezing," Root slightly chuckled, pointing her glance at sweat drops, which rolled down the Shaw's cheek.
"Root, just shut up and go inside."
"I've always imagined you'd say something like that, sweetie," Root purred, as she entered Shaw's apartment. She could almost felt Shaw blushing and rolling her eyes behind her back.
"Here," Shaw said while tossing pillow and blanket at her.
"And no pajamas," asked Root with a grin. "Do you want me to sleep in my underwear and catch a cold?"
Shaw rolled her eyes, trying to find something in her drawer, for Root to use for that night. Which was not easy, considering a height difference between them. Somehow, she found a (black) t-shirt and (black) shorts and tossed them to Root, who was by now enjoying herself all too much.
"What's so funny," asked Shaw.
"Nothing. I just think you are so sexy when you bend like that. It makes your ass look magnificent."
"Root, stop it. I'm going for a shower now."
"Want me to join you," said Root playfully.
"No. You can use it after I'm done," said Shaw with a determined tone.
"Aw, Sameen, why so serious," pouted Root, but to no avail. Shaw just grabbed some clothes and a towel and headed for the bathroom, quickly closing the door.
At least she did not lock the door, thought Root with a grin.
Ten minutes passed and Root could hear that the water stopped running. That meant Shaw was drying herself now… Root had to use more and more willpower to keep herself on that damn couch, instead of going right there and chancing a glance at Shaw's naked body. She could imagine she would be kicked out quickly, but her dreams would improve considerably.
When Shaw finally finished, she opened the door, wrapped in one big (black) towel, and managed to say only "Root, you can—"
For on the couch sat Root, wearing nothing but her underwear, with one eyebrow raised.
"Done finally, Sameen? I'd never take you for someone who needs so much time. But mouth drop is certainly improving my self-confidence," she said with a wink.
Shaw rolled her eyes, trying not to blush, but blushing nonetheless.
"And you're SOO cute when you blush, sweetie," said Root, while approaching the bathroom door.
And then it happened.
Trying to get out of the doorframe, with Root standing oh so close, wearing nothing but lacy bra and panties, Shaw somehow managed to press her back at the doorknob and unhook the towel she wrapped herself in. In the next second, towel piled up on the floor, and Root's mouth went ajar.
Holy Machine!
Shaw was even prettier than Root even dared to imagine, not to mention a whole lot sexier! Her breasts were so round and full, her stomach was so flat and sexy, and Root barely dared to down her gaze, as she felt her heart burning in her throat.
Shaw froze too, not sure how to respond. When Root looked at her face, she saw no horror in her eyes, but so much lust and want. Root almost choked, before she realized she was holding her breath, and had just enough time to breathe in and mumble "Oh, you're so pret-," before Shaw eliminated the distance between them and kissed her lightly, as if testing her reaction.
Root's mind went blank as she kissed Shaw back, buzzing in her good ear threatening to knock her unconscious. At first tender and light, the kiss deepened and soon enough they were pressed against each other in the doorframe.
Root cupped Shaw's cheeks, trying to pull her closer and deepening the kiss even more. Shaw responded eagerly, her tongue entering Root's mouth, toying with her own tongue, licking her teeth, sucking on her lips. This new sensation was something Root could not get enough of, dammit!
Shaw's breasts were pressed against her own, and Root could almost feel Shaw's nipples piercing trough the thin fabric of her lacy bra. When did she get THIS aroused? Was it possible Shaw was also fantasizing about this…about Root like this? If yes, why didn't she notice it earlier?
Root felt overwhelmed with sensations, as Shaw wrapped her arms around her waist, separating her legs with her hip, allowing her to press it against Root's crotch. Root moaned slightly, causing Shaw to smirk and attack her neck, sucking and kissing and biting. This was a completely new level of arousal, Root never experienced with anyone else before. She felt as if her skin was burning at the touch of Shaw's lips, kissing her lightly, at the place where she just clamped her teeth a split second before.
Shaw's tongue was trailing wet circles at Root's neck, heading for her right shoulder and a collarbone, causing Root to gasp and barely suppress a whimper. There Shaw set for biting and sucking, leaving little red marks, accompanied with a smug shine in Shaw's eyes.
Her hands unclasped Root's bra, tossing it aside and grabbing for her breasts eagerly, massaging them with her strong fingers, eliciting guttural moans from Root. She lowered her mouth and kissed one nipple lightly, before sucking it in her mouth as if her own life depended on it. Root's knees shook and she grabbed at the wall behind her back to keep her standing.
Shaw's hands wandered lower, her fingers trailing the contours of Root's waist and stomach, massaging her lower belly and stopping right before the waistband of her panties. Root's legs clenched around Shaw's hip, revealing the desire that was burning inside of her.
By now, Shaw decided that the doorframe simply won't do and pushed Root towards the couch, never stopping her ministrations, while Root was stumbling backwards and gasping at the same time.
When Root fell on the couch, Shaw positioned one knee between Root's legs and started placing wet kisses at the soft skin of the inside of her right elbow, followed by light bites. At that moment, Root saw sparkles. Then Shaw moved her mouth lower and started kissing Root's belly, her kisses so warm, Root felt like her skin was scorched at those places, and goosebumps formed on her whole body.
As Root chanced opening one eye just to admire Shaw's naked body, the way her breasts swayed when she moved from one part of Root's body to another, the shape of her strong shoulders, the curve of her stomach and the dark patch of hair between her legs. Root would love very much to get there, yes please. And while being there, stay for a considerable amount of time. If Shaw allows her near there at all, that is.
But Shaw had no doubt Root would allow her to place a light kiss at the thin lace of Root's panties, just above her clit. Root's heart skipped a beat as her throat produced a startled gasp. That felt SO good!
"Mind if I remove those," asked Shaw, eyeing her panties.
Root snapped open her eyes and managed to shake her head, gripping Shaw's shoulder with one arm, and the couch with other. It was all Shaw needed to pull that particular piece of underwear down her legs and throw it somewhere behind the couch. Root watched the action with eyes filled with arousal. She noticed Shaw's heavy breathing and registered the wetness she left on Root's left knee, which was positioned between Shaw's legs. Oh my, thought Root, mentally slapping herself for using the words Harold so loved to pronounce, before her line of thought was completely destroyed, as Shaw placed one long wet kiss on her clit. That alone was enough for Root to arch her back and produce one long moan.
Shaw then moved even lower and nipped at Root's inner thigh, trailing bites down her leg towards the knee, as Root's skin felt ablaze. Fingers of her left arm were caressing Root's other thigh, while she grabbed her ass with another arm, producing soft long moan from Root.
At some moment between now and eternity, when Root could've almost felt the wetness from between her legs starting to drip at the couch, Shaw simply shifted her attention from Root's thighs onto her crotch and dived into Root. That caused her half-closed eyelids to shut completely and her breath stopped somewhere in her lungs.
Shaw took Root's clit in her mouth, sucking at it ever so lightly, and Root dug her nails in the skin of Shaw's shoulder, crying out "Oh, fuuuck!"
She could have felt Shaw's smirk against her clit, as she kissed it again and again, sending shivers up Root's spine. She just barely grazed it with her teeth, before kissing it again and biting it ever so gently. At that point, Root saw colors, little stars carved in the back of her eyelids. This could not be reality!
Shaw's tongue traced down and up Root's labia, while Root whimpered. Then she concentrated on Root's clit again, sucking it again with more force, and massaging it with her tongue after each pull. When Root was more moaning than breathing, her chest rising and falling heavily, Shaw gently pushed two fingers inside of her, as deep as she could, and Root felt her brain abandoning her, packing its stuff and leaving for good.
It was as if Shaw knew her body all too well. She played it with ease, her fingers pushing strongly in and out of Root, curving with each pull and pressing at the spot inside of Root, she was never so aware of before.
"Saaaameen...m…-"
Root surprised even herself with that, which earned her the raised eyebrow from Shaw, who just glanced at her and did not even try to move from her position, as if she decided to camp there for a while.
"That….place…yes…so gooood," was all Root managed to say.
Shaw knew all the right places and all the right spots, causing Root's body to tremble and shake, her muscles moving on their own will, and her heart barely managing to pump enough blood to keep them moving. Root never knew she had so many moans and whimpers inside of her. In addition, as if the mentioned just was not enough, at some point she heard her throat producing wailings, and she just did not care. If she lost consciousness right there and right then, she would not care. This was sooo worth it.
While Shaw's mouth and fingers were busy between Root's legs, her other hand caressed Root's breasts, and Root grabbed it desperately with her left hand, her right hand entangled in Shaw's hair, pulling her head impossibly close. Shaw was eager to comply, licking and sucking with even more force, while adding the third finger into Root, which caused the latter to grip at her free hand with enough force to leave bruises, unable to control herself.
She felt the tension building up in her nerves, between her legs and everywhere else, rapidly raising and threatening to send her over the edge in the matter of seconds. And then Shaw simply made one light lap over her clit and then one strong and warm, and Root's spine arched, her legs clenching around Shaw's head, and her inner muscles clenching around her fingers completely, holding them in place inside of her.
Her throat, however, managed to produce "Sameeeeeeeeen," while her muscles spasmed, everything white and shiny before her closed eyes.
The world went blank for Root.
Root wake up with rush of her blood trough her veins, unable to breathe, blinking rapidly at the darkness of Shaw's room.
Except there was no Shaw. And gasping for air, tears rolling down her cheeks and chin, Root doubted there will be Shaw in this room ever again.