Sameen Shaw sighed. Being tied up was never fun. Tied up by nefarious agents up to who know what, that was. Tied up for shits and giggles… well, she wouldn't say that wasn't fun. Damn Root and her God machine for getting her into this.

"Where are the people you work for?"

"Go fuck yourself"

The man interrogating her didn't have much patience, thought Shaw ruefully as she slid her tongue across her aching jaw to make sure nothing was broken. The man reared back to hit her again when his face froze and he fell to the floor, blood spreading across his chest.

"Took you long enough" remarked Shaw.

Out of the shadows slipped Root, with that damn smirk on her mouth.

"Miss me, Shaw?"

Shaw did her customary eye roll and grimaced. She really was in a bit of pain. That asshole could have pulled his punches a bit, but it wasn't the worse she'd ever had.

"Get me out of here, Root."

"Why, Sameen… I seem to have you at a disadvantage. Too bad I didn't bring my Taser this time."

Root leaned close to Shaw's face, and all Shaw could see was that smirk which made her blood boil. "Root…" came out menacingly.

"I do think you need a bit of time to calm down before you're let loose" came from behind Shaw when Root walked, no, whirled past her.

The majority of the lights went out and Shaw snapped, "Root! What are you playing at?"

"Didn't you know that being in a dark environment is very calming?" purred Root's voice close to her ear, starling Shaw somewhat. "Stop it, Root".

"You wouldn't know what was good for you if it bit you on the ass", the voice breathed in her ear. Teeth then snagged Shaw's ear in a nip.

This was too much. Root was taking things too far. "Goddammit, Root!"

"Oh, did that hurt big bad Shaw? I'm so sorry" breathy laughter drifted into her ear.

Shaw's hands tensed against the zipties, but they were too tight to break out of without some kind of object. She'd kill Root for this. Flirting was one thing, but this? This was going too far.

Shaw felt her ponytail being lifted and once she felt the sensation of lips touching… no, moving along her neck, her nipples instantly hardened. For one moment, Shaw was glad of the low light so Root wouldn't notice immediately. This was unacceptable. Fucking unacceptable. Fucking Root… always trying to get under her skin.

The lips moved to the side of Shaw's neck, the hollowed out place where Root could feel Shaw's pulse beating rapidly. Shaw knew this and hated it, hated that Root could tell Shaw was feeling something. Shaw knew she could headbutt Root and get her the fuck off her neck but… she didn't. Fluttering deep down in her belly was starting and what the fuck?

The lips rested on Shaw's increasingly rapid pulse in the hollow of her neck and Shaw felt Root open her mouth and scrape her teeth down her neck. God. Fuck. The warmth in her belly spread and her nipples started tingling.

Hands came around and lightly touched Shaw's arms. She tensed, not believing Root would actually touch her. Those hands drifted up and down, causing goosebumps to rise up and hardened Shaw's nipples even more.

"Root… stop it" rasped Shaw.

Shaw could hear the smile in Root's voice when she said "But, Sameen… your body is saying differently. Are you lying?"

Shaw shut her eyes when Root's hands wandered dangerously close to her chest, barely touching the soft undersides of her breasts.

"Not wearing your usual sports bra today, Sameen? This bra shows your shape so much better", breathed Root. Shaw could hear a slight change in Root's voice and knew Root was starting to feel affected by this… thing she was doing. This only turned Shaw on more, but she remained murderously silent.

The hands slipped under her breasts, roaming across Shaw's abdomen. Shaw watched the slender fingers move and in the low light of the remaining light, it all seemed surreal. She watched as the hands inched higher and higher towards her breasts, until they filled the hands. She let out a soft sigh as the hands caressed and squeezed as they pleased. But it wasn't until the fingers started pinching her nipples when Shaw started feeling the effects down there. Who woulda thought… Root getting her wet? Shaw almost smiled at the thought. Almost.

"What's with all this touching crap? If you mean business, get down to business" snarled Shaw. She didn't like feeling helpless. If she weren't ziptied, why, she'd have Root on her back so fast… no. If she weren't ziptied, she'd end Root. Of course she would.

Root started biting Shaw's neck in different places, harder and harder until she drew blood. Shaw's breath hitched as she felt the twin combination of pain and pleasure starting to take effect. "Enjoying that, are you, Sameen?"

Root's left hand continued to pinch and roll Shaw's nipple while the other hand started roaming down her body and started kneading her thigh. Shaw rolled her hips involuntarily, all the while hating herself for it. The hand wandered towards the zipper of her jeans and slowly unfastened the button holding the top part together. Shaw watched the hand deftly start to unzip her jeans and find its way inside.

"My, my… your panties are soaked" whispered Root as her finger made slow, lazy circles on the fabric that was the last barrier between her hand and Shaw's pussy. Shaw felt like all the blood in her body was rushing down to the area Root was touching and that nothing else mattered. As Root's finger moved tantalizingly close to the edges of Shaw's panties, Shaw felt a groan build up. No. She wouldn't give Root the satisfaction of hearing that and swallowed the groan. As the finger found the edge and slipped around, moving the panties to the edge, Shaw found her legs opening slightly wider. Traitor legs, thought Shaw.

Hearing "that's it, Sameen… open wider for me", pissed Shaw off and she instinctively tried to squeeze her legs close. It was too late—Root's fingers had already found her slick slit and was moving up and down. Shaw knew she was lost and closed her eyes, riding the wave of pleasure that rippled up and down her. She was so close… but friction was needed. She tried bringing her hips up to rub against Root's hand and heard "No, Sameen, none of that… I decide when you're ready". Shaw gnashed her teeth. Root's finger then finally slipped into her and a second one joined the first moments later, sliding in and out.

Shaw wanted, needed it faster and rougher. Her hips started rolling again and she heard "Sameen, do you want it?" Shaw pressed her lips shut, refusing to give Root the satisfaction of begging. "Okay… if that's what you want" and the motion of the fingers slowed. No… she wanted to get off and she couldn't, not with the slowing motion of Root's fingers. She ground out, "Fuck you. I want it." "How do you want it?" "Fuck you, Root. You know."

"No, Sameen, I don't. You need to say it."

"Harder, faster" gasped Shaw.

"That's a good girl" was the last thing Shaw heard before she lost herself in the pleasure that built up from the two fingers now ramming in and out of her at a furious pace. Her nipple was being roughed up by Root's incessant pinching and rolling, and Shaw could feel the end coming near. She thought she let out a tiny moan OhmygodfuckI'mnotmoaning and then having "God you're hot" whispered in her ear, sent her over the edge.

She opened her eyes after the waves of pleasure subsided and slid her scowl back in place. She was going to kill Root. As her fists clenched, she realized the zipties were cut and she immediately leaped out of the chair, whirling around to face Root.

Nobody was there.

Fucking Root and her dramatic entrances or exits. Bitch would get her due, thought Shaw, fastening her jeans.

Just wait you, Root.