Chapter 2: You are being watched
Shaw wondered if The Machine watched them. She watched Root's face as they partook in each other, wondering what The Machine saw, what it heard. Kept her mouth away from Root's right ear whenever they talked... pillow talk, or the equivalent for two very pent-up, violence-loving ladies.
"She's not here," Root said, after a week of this scrutiny. "She's not interested in human sexuality, well - not ours in particular. There's so much porn out there that she doesn't need to study this. Doesn't need to study us. I think it grosses her out, actually. She thinks of us as… family, or the electronic equivalent."
"Well, that's a relief. I think." Shaw said, and went back to where she she had been teasing Root's left nipple to a peak with her teeth, one of her hands holding both of Root's wrists. "Because I think even she would have some qualms at what I intend to do to you."
Notes:
These are just very short vignettes on a thread that seem to fit together.