Chapter 2
The door faintly creaks open allowing Shaw and Carter to enter the dark apartment. She barely stops herself from tipping over like a cow with Carter's added body weight on her back when the door swings on its hinges. She closes the door after gaining her balance once more. The apartment interior is dark with only indecipherable furniture silhouettes noticeable.
Shaw fumbles to the wall locating the light switch. The light flourishes enough to where they have to squint from the false luminosity.
"So-welcome to casa de Shaw" she flails her arms in grandeur highlighting her monotone place. Shaw knows Bear is somewhere with his legs sprawled in a corner dreaming about cats.
"Right" Carter circles in her spot examining everything. It screams Shaw with its absence of…anything, only the bare essentials and its dark palette. She wildly blinks with a heavy sigh. She shouldn't have drank those last two shots. "It's umm…really you." She shoots her a thumbs up, and slowly lowers her hand in awkwardness when Shaw frowns, tilting her head. "Oook" she draws out the syllables before rubbing her temples. "So where's my present at anyways?" she asks but doesn't listen because she's kicking off her traitorous heels pinching her feet. "I gotta sit down, stupid ass heels." Carter frowns "I don't know why I do this to myself."
"No just come in here. The gifts in my room." Shaw interjects before Carter can sit at the kitchen table.
They fumble their way to the room, turning on the lights enroute, just so they wont fall all over themselves or trip. Carter immediately flops on the bed, groaning in pleasure being off her aching feet. Shaw shrugs her jacket off throwing it on a nearby chair before turning it to face Carter and sitting down. Her hands rests on her knees hands making her appear nonchalant, if not feral.
As silence carries on before she slips into a drunken sleep, Carter sits up on her elbows, her hair untamed around her face, slightly parted lips.
The deep throb of lust that clenches in her gut startles Shaw but her face doesn't show any signs of duress. She has a great poker face.
"Well where's my surprise at?" she looks around the room as if the present would automatically fall from the sky into her lap.
"I'm the present"
"Girl, stop playing. What I'm go do with you?" Carter chuckles in disbelief trying to flesh out any falsehood in Shaw's words. But her stomach is fluttering about every passing moment seeing only seriousness written in Shaw's darkened eyes. Her eyes bug out as the realization hit her like a bullet. "Are you playing with me? Am I on candid camera?" Carter asks dubiously. She feels like she stepped into the twilight zone on an acid trip.
And when the hell did Shaw become gay… or bisexual? Well she does have the whole grrr thing going Carter supposes.
"I know you're not a rider on the gay train-"
"Right, because hello not gay over here."
"But" Shaw interrupts, leaving Carter huffing sitting up crossing her arms under her breasts. "This doesn't have to mean anything big. It doesn't have to shape your sexuality, and you don't have to go out and buy Birkenstocks. The best thing to do is to not psychoanalyze this-"
"Whoa, whoa, you're serious about" Carter squeaks while gesturing outrageously between them. "This? Why would you want to do it? I mean-it just doesn't make any sense. I mean don't get me wrong, you're beautiful"
Shaw smirks in the obvious appraisal.
Carter continues ignoring the arrogant expression on Shaw's face. "But why?"
"I-want to see you smile. I don't do the girl talk but I've noticed you're different" Shaw notices Carter eyelids droop, her chin quivers. She slowly walks over and takes up the vacant spot on the bed. Tucking a foot under her knee she twist to face Carter, and gently brushes the thick mane away from her cheekbone, attempting to tuck it behind her ear, but some silken strands tumble forward falling in her eye. Nonetheless, Carter doesn't move. Doesn't even acknowledge the touch. That is reassuring for Shaw. "So this is how I can be there for you. This is how I can be attentive, and efficient and understanding because I'm just not hardwired another way. Well I'm always free for shooting people." Carter laughs but Shaw's face, of course, doesn't even hint at teasing.
An overwhelming sense of loss rams into her chest. Even with the copious amounts of liquor making her drunk, she's still uncomfortable with appearing weak, especially in front of stone-cold Shaw, but the alcohol is dulling her reactions, but still she's successful with not crying if the itching behind her eyes is a good signal of the sudden springing impulsion.
Cal really grew on her. He was a good man taken too quickly.
Her breath hitches when the soft touch of lips brush against her neck, low heat of breath tickling her sensitive skin, and Carter can't stop herself from sighing and granting more access for the lingering kisses. Shaw's hands are deliberate and goal oriented as she trails slow kisses around her jawline, her shoulders, her neck, any piece of skin that's within reach of her mouth while peeling her jacket letting it fall undisturbed to the bed.
Shock looms through her at how reassuring the languid movements Shaw's body's doing. It makes it easier to forget reality, to sit in this drunken bubble and rationalize the licentious thoughts that's inspiring her compliance. And a breathy "Shaw" leaves her lips, but she doesn't know if its encouragement or not. But her brain halts when a slick tongue circles her pulse point, and a steady hand digs into her hair stilling her movement. It makes her toes curl against the carpet, and an unabashed moan tumbles from her full lips.
Her limbs have a mind of their own. While her eyes clench in pleasure her hands are running along Shaw's trademark black shirt hem, smooth tight skin brushing along her cool fingertips. Though a hand runs underneath her blouse possessively, as Shaw's lips finally descends upon hers with no preamble hesitation. It's hungry and deep, and insistent to even make her forget this is Shaw she's desiring. Plus the hazy cloud over her mind makes it easier to dull the ache of loss in unbridled lust.
A hand hooks in between her scalp and ponytail holder, loosening the ponytail to nonexistent, to where Carter sneaks fingers into her hair, gripping by the roots. Her eyebrows furrow deep when blunt fingernails dig into her back before clumsily tugging at the material, Shaw takes the hint and with help takes her shirt off, only a well fitted bra keeping her chests modesty.
Carter's eyes are so dark the pupils and iris look indistinguishable, as she openly runs her eyes over the newly exposed skin. Shaw smiles nearly sadistically before ripping Carter's expensive looking blouse open without a care, her lust driving her actions. Carter gasp in shock, but Shaw's lips and tongue are colliding with hers once more, plunging and taking whatever it wants.
Their skin glows under the room's yellow lighting marking the lines of hot kisses and eager trail of tongues over necks and chests. After some awkward but determined moves their both nude, bodies shimmied up to the headboard. Shaw's pale body towers over Carter's deep mocha skin.
The difference is beautiful to Shaw and it reminds her of dark chocolate. Carter's skin is sweet, and heady on her tongue. She breathes the scent in, while one hand hooks underneath Carters thigh hoisting the leg up before repeating the action with the other leg. The long limbs rest along her chest, ankles and feet aside her head, calves smashing into her breasts.
Carter gasps, and Shaw can't help but smirk even with her lips are open with harsh breaths puffing from her chest. Shaw presumes it's because of the feeling of being so open and exposed. She's not the type of woman to coddle someone in bed either way. The position leaves her on her knees, her hair loose and falling over her face and Carters bare legs.
"Sssh" Shaw purrs, her pink lips and dark eyes piercing over Carters crumbling expression, and glazed black eyes. "I'll make it better" she promised before turning her head and kissing along knobbed ankles and lean legs. She could feel her wetness trailing along the inside of her parted thighs and doesn't even need to look when the smell of Carters arousal reaches her nose like an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
Shaw shivers, her nerve endings tingling as she situates her sex over Carter's. Her brown eyes bore into Carter's seeing the intense reaction when the first sensation of wholly heat and viscous fluid wrap around their mounds. The feeling was utter perfection to where her hand unconsciously clenches around a leg and the other held a full breast under her damp palms.
"Fuck, that feel's good" Carter's whimpers, her palms hold Shaw's thighs resting against her ass securely, her fingernails biting at pale skin leaving red marks, and making Shaw hiss with a grin. She groaned when she felt her nipple twist, but was side tracked when Shaw started to move slowly.
The friction makes their wet swollen lips part and tuck into each other, their sensitive nubs swiping like waves on rocks. The pace creates a deep yearning in her, lulls her further into the insatiable thirst her body felt. She wants, needs Shaw to own her; to transport her further from her cruel reality and responsibilities if only for a short while.
Her muscles aches but she refuses to lower her legs as Shaw movements became more insistent, more precise. Carter knows she shouldn't be the least bit surprised at how good Shaw is at this but she is. The woman's eyes eats into her and makes her breath catch.
At the sound Shaw tips further into her; close enough for her hand to reach into a thick mane of long dark hair, keeping her head tucked at a somewhat odd angle, but Shaw doesn't seem to mind one bit. It seems she thrives off the hurried touches, and domineering grabbing.
They moan and growl and whimper while their bodies naturally sought out more pleasure. Sweat dampens their flush skin, smearing all over their body. A tight ball knots in Carter's stomach when Shaw nudges her thumb between her gaping thighs. The thumb pad rests on both their clit with how tight their bodies fold into each other with every excessive rocking motion.
A string of curse words drowns in the air.
Rock
Rock
Rock
The sensation was intense and overbearing, slithering around their walls, making their movements become more erratic, more primal.
All of a sudden Carter clutches Shaw, her mouth opening in a perfect o shape before "Shaw" fly's out her mouth of its own accord, her body rigid and shuddering as heavy waves of an intense orgasm rolls through her. She watched Shaw lick her lips, her eyes straining to stay open before a growl that sounded like "fuck" left her lips and she whimpered into her climax, their clits still mashing with her heavy thumb.
Coming down from both their high, Shaw released Carter's legs, to which she moaned in appreciation, before the trigger happy woman settled over her body, languidly tongue kissing her salty chest and neck. A sticky thumb and ran along her neck, close enough that Carter can smell their combined arousal's on the digit.
The finger catches underneath her jaw before Shaw lips presses into her own awaiting. Their relaxed breaths, and slow movements telling of how peaceful the moment is. Shaw pulls away, the corners of her mouth tugging into a...half smile, half grimace as Carter tucks her hair behind her ear that laid on her chest.
"Well shit, that was-unexpected" Carter swallows, highly satisfied and loose.
"I'll say" Shaw's face is smug, and pursed lips as she leans her head on her bent arm observing Carter in a way she's never seen before. Its amusing, and refreshing to her to say the least.
That's when it happens like birth of something beautiful and pure, Carter smiles. Big and wide and full, her eyes glowing at Shaw who cant help but finally smile back at the woman.
