"Hmmm, I missed you too." The reformed killer half moaned feeling the Persian's calloused fingers against her skin tracing along the thin scar from the sniper's bullet hidden under her clothes.
The action would have had the hacker reaching for the taser taped under the counter if her Goddess hadn't already told her Shaw would be coming in the door twelve seconds before she'd felt the warm breath against her back.
The greeting had become something of a ritual between them every time they had to be apart for longer than a few minutes. It was going on three years since they defeated Samaritan and Shaw was still unsure that she and Root had really managed to survive it or if it her reality was just another simulation messing with her mind.
"Root what happened?"
The hacker pretended not to hear the question being kissed into her spine as she continued rinsing out the coffee mug at the sink. She hummed to herself as she turned only to find Shaw's restraining hold on her wrist. "What is that?" Shaw asked again the hardened edge layering her tone.
"Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and stake what's it look like sweetie?" Root answered flashed one of her flirtatious smiles at the un-amused expression on her lover's face.
Shaw's jaw flexed in annoyance ignoring the bone-tired feeling in her body as she dropped her gear bag to the floor. "and she's been helping me with my cooking skills so yes it's all edible." The hacker explained proudly "What I just wanted to make my girl a welcome home breakfast." Root admitted truthfully when her lover's only response was a hardened glare when she turned in the half circle of Shaw's arms.
Shaw knew she was deflecting her question.
"Root, What the hell happened to you?" the sociopath questioned. Shaw knew for a fact that the bandage on the taller woman's shoulder hadn't been there three days before when Shaw had left to start hunting down their latest number.
"I'm fine Sameen," the hacker insisted letting out a long-exasperated sigh when Shaw just dragged her over to the table and pushed into a chair "You could have just taken it off you know." Root reminded her once Shaw was finished cutting the strap of her tank top off to get a better look at the bandage. "Don't be such a baby," Shaw grumbled rolling her eyes as she slipped the switchblade back into her pocket.
"Root," Shaw warns lazily as the hacker's fingers close around her wrist before she could completely peel back the first layer of tap and gaze. "It's not the right time yet." Root argued taking an apple from the fruit bowl with her free hand. "Trust me on this please." She pouted when Shaw just raised her eyebrow in answer. "Please?" Root repeated taking a bite from the bright red apple as she held the other woman's eyes. "If it was really bad then I would be more than happy letting you play doctor but it's not." The stubborn brunet pointed out as she chewed.
Shaw would have argued back but she was momentarily distracted by the smell of overcooking bacon on the stove. "How about you let me decide the severity?" she suggested once the stove had been turned off and the pan was hissing in the sink. "I already said I'm fine Sweetie." Root reminded her expertly tossing the core into the trash and picking up another full apple while Shaw dropped into the empty seat with a full plate of only slightly blackened food in front of her.
"Now, are you going to tell me what the heck happened already?" Shaw grunted around a mouth full of pancakes and stake. "Or am I going to have to go ask your All Knowing Big Sister?" Root raised an eyebrow chewing another bite from her apple slowly as she propped her legs up on the empty chair under the table.
"4.6% and falling the longer you wait." Her God whispered in Root's good ear after running the numbers on the slim chance of Shaw letting the new wound go.
"Fine." The hacker sighed exasperatedly as she finished off another apple and sending the remains into the bin with the first. "Just don't make fun of me alright?" she hissed adorably as she turned so Shaw could reach the patch on her shoulder.
Shaw was prepared for anything as she snapped on some surgical gloves ignoring Root's amused expression when she'd retrieved the first aid kit from under the sink. "What the hell?"
Root bit her lip shivering under Shaw's touch as the confused Persian traced her fingers along the scattered lines of the arrow-shaped sound wave embedded in the hacker's skin.
"What do you think?" Root wondered flirtatiously.
"19-8-1-23?" Sameen asked tracing the pads of her fingers over the bold print of the numbers making up the arrow's shaft as they followed the curve of Root's shoulder blade. "What the hell does that mean?"
Root giggled at the look on her sociopaths face while she tried to reason the combination out.
"She's adorable when she's annoyed." Root commented softly her head tilted to the side as she listened to the Computer Goddess talking in her ear. "No, I don't think I will." She mused in that infuriatingly soft tone of hers.
"She'll figure it out sooner or later." She giggled. "Okay." She huffed after what Shaw knew must have been prompting from her computerized Goddess.
"This one is an A." Root hinted taking Samee's hand and placing it on the third number of her tattooed arrow. "and this one is a W." the hacker went on moving the Marine's hand to the fourth letter.
It only took her another full minute to work out what the other numbers meant.
"You are such a nerd."