Root unlocked the door, and saw Shaw jump up from the couch. She felt the door slam closed behind her as she was pushed into it by the unstoppable force that was Shaw. Moments later a hot mouth pressed against her neck, one hand fumbling with the deadbolt and the other already wending its way inside her shirt. Root saw Shaw's bicep flex next to her head and her knees weakened, not worrying about falling as Shaw had her wedged between herself and the door.
With how soft Shaw had been since that night in the woods, with how tender and fragile she had seemed, Root had expected the same from her when they finally had each other for the first time. For Root's first time, anyway, Shaw certainly knew her way around Root's body and each moment she stopped to catalogue a scar she was already familiar with was torture. So Root wasn't surprised when Shaw calmed down from her frenzy and cradled her gently, pushing her onto the bed and clambering over her, pressing against her like she needed to be closer when they were already skin against skin.
"I never thought you could be so gentle," Root said in wonder, fingers stroking slowly over Shaw's back. "I didn't think... I didn't think I'd like that as much as I did."
"I know what you like by now. It's your first time with me, each time. But it's not mine." And Shaw gave Root a confident smirk, and Root kissed it right off of her face, pinning Shaw beneath her.
"It's all been done before, is that what you've saying?" Root asked, teeth against Shaw's pulse, against her throat.
"Sure, Root," Shaw said, rolling her eyes. Root bit down, and Shaw sighed happily. "You always know what I like."