so I wanted to finish this chapter before 5x04 I hope you guys like … And oh my god im blaming all this on Chris and the entire POI cast !
It had been 4 days… yes 4 days since Root had left with Martine and the hacker hadn't even bothered to sent her as much as a beep. She would never admit it if someone asked her, but since the 2nd day of Root not checking in Shaw had started making rounds on the campus, passing every class on Roots schedule to make sure that Root had only forgotten to call her. She had even started to hold a look out for Martine but that turned out to be as unsuccessful as looking for Root.
Shaw had even talked Cole into tracing Roots phone, but he had also ended up empty. The hacker had basically vanished. Shaw had started to become restless, at night she wasn't able to sleep, her mind going over a thousand scenarios of what Root was doing or in what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into now. Not wanting to think, or deal with that weird feeling that had saddled in her stomach she started going to the gym more often, working out until she was to exhausted to do anything other than to fall into her bed, starring at her phone willing it to ring until she fell asleep.
By the time Wednesday rolled around Shaw found herself more than mentally and physically exhausted. She needed to get Root out of her mind this wasn't her, Shaw glanced at the phone lying next to her for probably the 7th time since she had sat down on her bed. Shaw tried desperately to focus back on the book she was supposed to read for class, but it was almost impossible to focus on anything.
A vibration next to her made her jump, she had her phone in her hands in a second, curious eyes burning into the screen as disappointment washed over her, before it was replaced by pure anger.
/- STOP starring at your phone and just call her already! - Zoe
Her jaw clenched tightly as she looked up at a sheepish looking Zoe.
"Seriously Shaw, I don't know whats going on between you two, but if you don't text or call her now, I will!" Zoe said serious, pushing herself of her bed, walking over to Shaw.
Shaw sighed, if it only would be that easy. She rolled her eyes, opening the screen.
/- Root!
Was all she was able to text, angry at herself and at Zoe to let her influence her like this, she threw the phone away from herself. She put on her running clothes and went to run for 8 miles, before returning to her dorm. She went for a quick shower and dropped into her bed. It was already 1 in the morning when suddenly she felt a vibration next to her, pulling her from her slumber. Growling she turned around reaching for her phone only to look down and see that Root had texted back.
She was sitting upright within a second, she was more awake in that moment than she was since that last week. She unlocked her phone screen, her heart drumming rapidly in her chest.
/- Sorry Sweety was in a dead zone, im alright.. sweet dreams! Root
If Shaw thought that the drumming in her chest could not increase she was dead wrong.
She was furious about the lack of information and something else that she couldn't put a finger on.
After the days they have had, after the days that Shaw had worrying about Root, not that she would ever admit it out loud, but that was all Root had to say?
She threw her phone at the floor, hearing the distinct breaking sound it made when it crashed on the ground, she angrily laid back down, shutting her eyes tightly. She wanted to punch things or shoot things, no matter what, she wanted to inflict pain. She trashed around angrily in her bed to awake to go back asleep now.
Shaw was glad, her three week vacation started today. After her last class was over, she quickly made her way to her car, trying to avoid having to talk with Zoe about why her phone was lying in shattered pieces on the their rooms floor. She drove home, staying with her mom while working in the hospital over the weeks between thanksgiving.
Shaw sat at the bar, steadily drinking herself into a quiet stupor, as she had realized that she had been stuck in the same routine for a week. Every night she went out, telling herself to go find someone, to forget about Root. But every time she entered the bar and sat down in her usual spot, she found herself rooted to the spot, not really wanting to take someone home anymore.
She didn't know why she did that, or why there was this hole in her stomach, that couldn't be filled with food. Since meeting Root, she felt like she had somehow changed, emotions that she had never felt and never thought were possible slowly showed themselves somehow and she was willing to do anything to silence them again, somehow alcohol helped with that. But not with the persistent itch in the back of her mind called Root.
Every day during her shift in the hospital, she told herself that today was the day that she would not look up if some random female stranger had ended up shot, or dead in the ERs around them, but she always ended up looking, letting out a breath of relive when she saw that no, there was no stranger, no woman shot or worse killed during a shooting or robbery or whatever the hell Root was doing these days.
Every night she was at the bar, telling herself that she was taking someone home, but in the end she went home alone, not even bothering to talk to other people, or try to pick anyone up and effectively shutting those ones down that actually dared to approach her.
Shaw found her only comfort in the first hours of the morning, when she had more than a nice buzz and stumbled inside her room and dropped down on her bed, while her hands already made their way downwards into her pants, she shut her eyes tightly, picturing not her hands but more delicate pale ones instead that work her down there. She touched herself frantically, building up a good rhythm, mind wandering to Root and Shaw hated it, having to think of Roots body and her moans to get off. Her free hand reached up and palmed her right breast, squeezing it roughly, simultaneously squeezing her clit hard enough to see stars. Wantonly she moaned Roots name, her hips jerked into her hand, smearing her fingers, and palm with her cum as she came quick and cried out, making herself orgasm to the thought of Root between her legs, while crying out her name again in ecstasy. Falling instantly asleep after.
This night wasn't any different from the others, Shaw was back at her usual spot on the bar, the alcohol kept flowing, the moment her glass threatened to be empty.
Shaw could already feel more than just a buzz, her fingers glided over the rim of the whiskey glass, creating shapes and designs by wiping away the condensation that had formed there.
Shaw was about drunk enough to make her way home, she chugged the last couple of gulps down, feeling the burning sensation of the alcohol slowly making its way down her throat, setting warm in her stomach.
She pushed the glass away, shaking her head at the barkeeper who was already making his way over to refill her glass. But when she wanted to push herself off the barstool, two curious hands wrapped themselves around her waist, pulling her back into a thin body. Shaw was a second away of grabbing the strangers hands and twisting them behind their body, Shaws body was already going into defense mode, when lips suddenly tickled the side of her ear.
"Missed me?" Roots whispered, hot air brushing over Sameens skin, making her shiver.
Shaw was frozen to the spot, her heart leaped to her throat, she closed her eyes, letting out a breath she didn't knot she was holding, as one of Roots hands traveled higher, palming on of her breast, squeezing roughly, while pushing Shaws body back against the hackers.
"Hm, I really like the look, Sweety!" Root breathed out, planting delicate kisses on the side of Shaws neck, while her hands started to roam her body possessively and hungry.
Blaming her momentary stupor on the alcohol, Shaw whirled around angrily, twisting Roots hands roughly away from her body.
"What the fuck Root! Where have you bee..." Her words were interrupted by Roots mouth claiming Shaws in a bruising kiss. The hackers hands were suddenly in her hair roughly pulling and scratching her scalp, while her other arm snacked around Shaws neck bringing them impossibly closer. For even more effect the brunette started a full body grind against her, moaning loudly into the kiss.
Rationality had been left at the bottom of the whiskey glass in front of her and now she was pushed relentlessly by a tide of emotion and instinct, of need and longing that she had struggled against since Root had disappeared. Her hands grabbed Roots hips tightly, bringing them even closer together.
Somehow Roots tongue slipped inside of Shaws mouth and she had to say that, yes Root had a rather compelling argument. Root tasted like lime and tequila, salty and intoxicating. The liquid heat of Roots kiss sent Shaws pulse to pounding once more but now it beat thickly between her legs, which were suddenly not particularly steady. Even with the weight of the last two weeks, dangling over her head, everything seemed trivial in this moment, Shaw was to enveloped with relief of Root being alive and in one piece, being right here, pressed up against her.
Shaw started to bite Roots lip, making sure to draw blood, as she tried to prevent herself from moaning. Roots hissed, jerking her head away from Shaws, she brought a hand to her lip, wiping away the pool of blood that started to form.
Shaw smirked at Root triumphantly, she had more than deserved this for letting Shaw hang and not calling her for 12 days when she told her she would.
"Wanna dance?" Root asked suddenly, resting her forehead against Shaws.
"No." Shaw answered immediately, rolling her eyes, wanting to take a step back, only to have Root obstructing her.
Shaw saw the mischievous smirk on Roots face, before she knew what Root was about to do, the hacker started dancing. The brunettes idea of dancing was much like the others on the dance floor, Root started to grind and rub against Shaw. The hackers leg started to move between her tights, as she pressed herself so close to Shaw that their breasts rubbed against each other.
Shaw felt her body begin to react to the hackers movements, her hips rolled forward, in a way that made it difficult to think. Her hand wrapped around Roots waist, the other traveled under the hackers tight, pressing her down, increasing the pressure where she needed it most. Root started sucking on Shaws earlobe, making it all wet and dirty like her words winding into her brain.
"Sorry for leaving you hanging..." Root started to breath into her ear, "Let me make it up to you."
Apparently the good old Root was back at being her old self and Shaw was more than glad about that revelation.
Root pulled Shaw roughly back into a searing kiss full of passion, moving her knee up into Shaws crotch, hitting the perfect spot. Shaw knees buckled and her nails dug into Roots skin to hold herself steady.
Shaw forgot everything that was happening around them, it was like they both were trapped in their little bubble, in which only Root and Shaw existed. Shaw could feel one of Roots hands slide under her shirt and pushed her bra up. Her fingers curled around Shaws breast and squeezed just hard enough to make Sameen whimper before tugging on her nipple and twisted.
Shaws own hand traveled under Roots shirt, forcefully digging into pale skin. Shaw groaned into Roots mouth as she rode Roots thigh. Her panties were soaked by this point, needing some control over the situation, she pushed her right hand into Roots pants and found the hacker even wetter and wanting than herself. She had to suppress a smirk at that, she pushed the hackers panties out of the way, pulling back from Roots mouth to watch her expression as her fingers brushed over the brunettes clit. Roots eyes fluttered shut, biting her lip to contain the moan that threatened to escape, she buried her head inside the crook of Shaws neck.
"Wanna get out of here?" Shaws asked, voice was rough with lust.
"Thought you never ask..." Root answered hoarsely.
Shaw had no idea how they had made it back to her home. The were a tangled mess, roughly pushing each other into walls and furniture, making their way towards Shaws room.
With a loud thud Root slammed Shaw against the wall, pinning her there with her body. Root crashed their lips back together again, relentlessly grinding into her. Shaw moaned, pulling back and waisting no more time, ripping Roots shirt apart.
"This is like the 4th shirt you destroyed..." Root pouted.
"Shut up." Shaw growled out, pushing the brunette back until the hackers calves hit the bed
Frantically looking for something to hold onto, Root threw her arms around Shaw pulling her closer and down on the bed with her.
"Make me," the hacker replied with another smirk, starting to bite Shaws neck.
Shaw had to suppress a eye roll, but a smile spread on her lips nonetheless. Sameens right hand slipped down between the hackers legs, when the tip of her fingers brushed her clit Root arched into her hand, when suddenly pale hands grabbed her wrist and stopped the movement.
Shaw looked confused down at Root, who leaned herself up on her elbows.
"I have to pee!"
"WHAT?" Shaws eyes widened in disbelieve, her voice was gravelly and thick with need.
"Wait for me!" Root breathed, trying to wink at Shaw, which looked more like a blink with one eye closing slightly faster than the other, before pulling her body out under Shaws, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
Shaw watched Root leave the room and her body dropped down back on the bed. Root was so going to pay for that! Shaw buried her face inside her pillow, feeling fatigue wash over her. She shouldn't have drunk so much alcohol. Shaw turned around, telling herself she would only rest her eyes for one second.
-
Shaw was awoken to her mothers voice calling out to her. She sighed, burrowing her face deeper into her pillow and hoping the lack of oxygen might make her pass out so she wouldn't have to deal with anything so early in the morning.
"Sameen Shaw!" her mothers voice rang again, this time more angry.
"Give me a second!" Shaw yelled back into the pillow frustrated, pushing herself of her bed, running a hand through her dark hair.
"Root!" Shaw groaned out, turning around to face the brunette next to her, only to find the spot empty.
Confused she looked around the room, where was Root? Had it all been a dream? No… No Root had been here last night, the smell of her still lingered in the air, she was okay, Root was alive she reminded herself again!
Annoyed she pulled a hoody over her head and walked out of her room only to be greeted by her mother, who had her arms crossed in front of her, raising an questioning eyebrow at Shaw.
When Shaw only narrowed her eyes in confusion, her mother nodded towards a sprawled out figure on the sofa. A smile unconsciously formed on her lips, when she saw that the sprawled out figure was Root.