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The little smile, more in Shaw's eyes than her mouth, made Root's stomach flip again. She didn't think she would ever get tired of the bright, warm feeling that started in her chest and coursed through her whole body, like every cell was responding to the slightest display of pleasure from Shaw.
The Machine's update had cut through that warmth in Root's stomach efficiently, a spike of fear straight to the gut, and Root kissed Shaw because she was desperate to feel her tonight in case tomorrow was the beginning of the end. Even if the nagging sensation that Root was going to be plunged into the depths of war was wrong, Shaw's words from the bathroom were still echoing inside of Root's brain with the Machine's update- it was always a possibility that there wouldn't be a 'next time'. Root realized that meant that even if she did survive the next few days, she would always have to treat each moment she spent with Shaw like it might be the last one.
Shaw seemed a little surprised by the voracity that Root kissed her with but caught up quickly, pushing into Root's kiss hard enough that the chair started to roll away and she had to pull it close again. Root's knees bumped the plastic edge of Shaw's bench seat hard with the movement of the chair, but she didn't care.
Shaw hooked her heels in the star-shaped base of the chair to keep it close to her and her hands found Root's waist. Root kept her wounded arm close to her stomach, careful with the gunshot wound in her elbow, and Shaw moved her hand accordingly, equally aware that Root was still mending. With her good arm, Root grabbed onto Shaw's shirt, a fistful of cloth to help keep them anchored together. Shaw looked down at Root's bare knuckles with an approving little grin and sat back in her seat, her heels still tight on the chair's base. Root wanted to take the reins, and this was Shaw's way of relinquishing them for the moment.
Root smirked at her and pulled Shaw's shirt up with her good hand, avoiding using her left arm as much as possible. Shaw helped take her shirt off when Root struggled, and then sat back against the seat, one hand on each of the armrests, Root's knees between her own, slouching casually into the seat that she was no longer centered over, halfway between two built-in seat cushions and she didn't see to mind.
Root gazed at her bare abdomen, taking the time to really look at her.
There was the scar where Shaw had been shot once upon a time by Wilson, her old boss, a few other old wounds healed over here and there, and of course, in the middle of her chest, the twin scabs from Harold's taser that had not fully healed yet. Root reached out and touched them again and immediately wished she hadn't because Shaw's face grew serious with the contact.
When she saw Shaw's expression, Root leaned forward and kissed her again, gently touching her face with her bad arm's hand, letting the hand on Shaw's chest drift to cup one hand over her bra. Once she could tell that Shaw was relaxing again, not thinking quite so much about the pain of the past few days, Root leaned back and pulled her own shirt off, flinching when it caught on her elbow.
Shaw's hands were immediately on her, helping her get her arm free. Then Shaw was satisfied that Root was alright and she once again sat back, her hands on Root's thighs.
Root got up with a coy smile and put one leg on either side of Shaw's lap, straddling her hips and watching Shaw's eyes light up a little as she tilted her head back to look up at Root, her hands moving over Root's thighs to her hips. Root bent to kiss her, taking Shaw's face in her hands, and she could feel Shaw trying to sit up straighter under her to kiss her with more ease, could feel Shaw's back arching off of the plastic to meet her.
Shaw kissed Root's neck and chest as Root reached around Shaw's body to take off her bra with sore fingers, her bad arm resting on Shaw's shoulder. Shaw removed Root's bra twice as fast as Root's fumbling fingers managed to get Shaw's off, then Shaw's hands rested loosely at Root's waist as Root slowly rolled Shaw's nipple between her newly freed fingers, her kiss longing.
Shaw's hips pushed up into her own, and Root took her time giving Shaw's breasts attention, kneading them, rocking her hips against Shaw's, which were moving with increasing need. Root knew that because her legs were on either side of Shaw's body, the shorter woman was getting no friction. She could see the flush creeping over Shaw's chest, and felt Shaw's eagerness when Shaw's straight white teeth clamped down on Root's nipple, almost at eye-level with Shaw's face.
Eventually Root's hand snaked between their bare stomachs to Shaw's pants, pushing against her through the fabric, and watched Shaw's head press back against the window of the subway car. With her bad arm, Root touched Shaw's throat and then her shoulder, pushing her fingers into Shaw's strong, tight trapezius muscle. Root grabbed the muscle with as much strength as her wounded arm would allow and watched Shaw's head pull to the side, exposing her smooth neck to Root's hand. Shaw's hands tightened on Root's hips and Root rewarded her hunger by unbuttoning Shaw's pants and sliding her hand inside of them, her fingers curling against Shaw's underwear. With a shuddering exhale, Shaw struggled to sit up straighter again to have more contact with Root. Root kissed her hard.
After a few minutes of Root rubbing circles against Shaw through her underwear, she could tell that Shaw was starting to lose her patience, biting Root's lip just a little too hard with a low groan when Root started to remove her hand. When she realized that Root was pulling her hand away to get her to take off her pants, Shaw quickly reached around Root's legs, still on either side of her body, and help Root get them down off her thighs.
Root pulled her underwear down with the pants and as soon as they were both past Shaw's knees, Root's fingers were on Shaw's body. Shaw quickly gave up trying to get her pants off of her ankles- Root knew Shaw's shoes were in the way and that there was no way that Shaw was going to keep thinking about kicking her shoes off when Root's fingers were pressing against her wet body, one finger dipping inside of her before circling her clitoris smoothly.
Shaw's body arched up harder than ever, her breath shuddering as Root's fingers moved expertly against her, and then inside of her, the heel of Root's hand against her clitoris so that when her hips rocked with Root's thrusts, there was friction and pressure. Root knew exactly what to do when, knew exactly how much Shaw needed each movement of her hand.
The fingernails that pressed into Root's spine when she kissed Shaw were just enough pleasurable pain to distract her from the soreness of her knuckles. She didn't want to stop.
She could tell that Shaw was getting close when her head pressed back against the windows again, her hands on Root's chest, pinching Root's nipples hard as her eyes shut and her lips parted. Root's fingers moved faster, harder, matching the rhythm of Shaw's hips until the woman beneath her grunted and her mouth fell open, leaning forward suddenly to press her face against Root's chest as she shuddered and her hips jerked. Root wrapped her bad arm around Shaw's shoulders, cradling her as she shook with pleasure.
Shaw eventually leaned back again, her arms around Root to pull her close as her breathing evened again, her chest and forehead damp with sweat. Root removed her hand from between them and kissed her, feeling Shaw move underneath her. When Root looked to see what Shaw was doing she realized she was fighting her feet out of her pants. Root smirked at her and received a contented grin in return, only a hint of annoyance on Shaw's face as she struggled.
Then Shaw grabbed onto her hips firmly, rocking forward and making Root lean back. Root grabbed Shaw's upper arm with her right hand, afraid she was going to fall. Shaw gestured with her chin behind Root, and when she glanced over her shoulder she saw that Shaw wanted her to get back in the desk chair.
"Harold would do more than use a taser on you if he found out," Root said with her eyebrows raised, disbelief and amusement mingling in her voice. Shaw leaned forward, tilting Root back even more.
"Well, then he'd better not find out," she growled with a smirk, enunciating the words carefully, her eyes heavy-lidded. Root felt her heart thudding in her chest, thunderous and fast, tilting her head playfully as she returned the smirk, then slid off of Shaw's lap, relaxing into the chair.
No sooner had she sat down than Shaw was pulling the shorts from around her hips, pushing the chair against the wall where it wouldn't roll away from her. She knelt between Root's legs and kissed her chest, her hands moving over Root's body as she used her teeth and her tongue.
She paused with her head below Root's belly button, looking up at her with a smirk, and Root shivered in the cold air of the subway station, looking down at her with raised eyebrows, wondering why she had stopped.
"Too bad I don't have an iron and some zip ties," Shaw joked, her voice low. Root chuckled but before she could reply Shaw's mouth was on her, one finger pushing smoothly inside her simultaneously, and all Root could do was suck air in between her teeth with a hiss, her laugh becoming a little noise of surprise and pleasure.
Sameen put one of Root's legs over her shoulder, pushing herself closer between her legs as Root sank down in the chair, her hips on the edge of the leather cushion. Her other foot, the one not hanging behind Shaw's back, found the seat Shaw had been sitting on, pushing against it to steady herself, her good hand gripping her thigh hard.
Shaw's hand found hers, fingers wrapping around Root's where they were digging into her thigh, and held onto it, letting Root squeeze her fingers tight when Shaw eventually added a second finger, moving inside of Root.
When Root felt her hips trying to grind into Shaw's face of their own volition, she wondered how Shaw had gotten so good at this if she'd only slept with one other woman. Her thoughts were cut short when Shaw shifted her mouth perfectly, and she released Shaw's hand to grab onto her head, fingers in Shaw's hair, desperate for her to repeat the motion.
Shaw did, groaning quietly against Root, and the vibrations were all Root needed. Gasps hissed from her as she came apart in Shaw's hands.
She finished bucking under Shaw and sighed with a little smile, licking at her lips. Her mouth was dry from panting.
Shaw kissed her way back up Root's stomach, sucking a hard nipple into her mouth and then releasing it from her warm lips, inhaling with her open mouth still hovering over the sensitive flesh. The sudden cold rush of air made Root jerk, not sure if she wanted to move away from Shaw's mouth or towards it. Shaw kissed Root's breast with a smirk, soothing her, and got up, leaning over to kiss Root. Root sighed into Shaw's mouth, shivering.
"Lionel's right, we do have it pretty good down here," Shaw said, her voice thoughtful. Earlier, she had pushed the cots together. When Root had teased her Shaw had pointed out that it was stupid for them to sleep on a twin bed together if they could try to make it a little more comfortable. She had also pointed out that they only had one blanket and with the subway being so cold it just made more sense to sleep in the same bed. Root couldn't argue with that. She was curled up under said blanket while Shaw pushed the new bed frame up against the original one.
Now Shaw was sitting on the bed with the laptop on her knees, reading something, while Root leaned against her, wishing the Machine would say something. But when Shaw spoke, Root snorted. Shaw lifted her head to see what she was laughing at.
"What?" she asked.
"That's certainly a change of tune," Root joked, her eyebrows pulling upwards in disbelief. Shaw scowled and turned back to her computer. Root put her hand on Shaw's forearm and could feel that Shaw was wondering if she should pull it away. Root had already pushed her luck by snuggling up to Shaw's side, and it had taken a few minutes for Shaw to relax with Root pressed up against her. Root had seen the look on her face that said she wasn't used to cuddling. Shaw could put her tongue on the most intimate parts of Root's body when they were having sex, but it was hard for her to let Root so much as lean against her shoulder.
"It's easier to be down here hiding in a hole when no one's in danger," Shaw said dismissively. Root kissed Shaw's shoulder and Shaw let her. "You haven't heard anything about Finch?"
"No, She hasn't said anything about Harold," Root said. Shaw turned her head to look at her. Root realized she'd worded her sentence poorly. She'd made it sound like she'd heard something from the Machine since telling Shaw that John and Bear were alright. She had, but she didn't want to have to tell Shaw that she was leaving in the morning.
"John?" Shaw asked, knowing that Root had heard something. Root forced a little smile.
"He's fine. I haven't heard anything," she said, hoping that would be enough. She could tell that Shaw could see through her smile, but the shorter woman didn't press her, turning back to the computer with a hint of annoyance.
"There's one thing this place doesn't have," Shaw grumbled. "I miss shooting bad guys."
Root smiled lightheartedly, rubbing her hand on Shaw's arm.
"I know, sweetie," she said with mock sympathy.
Shaw smirked, her eyes not leaving the laptop screen.