"Hey, sweetie…."
The corner of Shaw's mouth twitched in the hint of a smile as her voice filled her ear as the other woman invades Shaw's personal space. "Afternoon," Sameen answered unconsciously leaning back into the other woman's hold. Samaritan simulation of not the hacker was still her safe place. Always and forever.
"You left before I got up." she purred resting her chin against the sociopath's shoulder tracing the shell of Shaw's ear with her nose.
"Your big sister tried to call you in again," she admitted turning around to face her as Root braced her arms on either side of Shaw's body trapping her between the counter and the former killer's body. Root sighed still hearing the bitter edge to Sameen's tone while her hands traced the scar Blackwell's bullet had given her.
"Won't you two ever get along?" Root asked buttoning up her rumpled shirt self-consciously earning a scoffed "Nope." And an eye roll from Shaw at the same time the Machin whispered "2.5% probability….and that's only at your requests."
"Sam, what's that?" Root asked when she pulled back from flirtatiously nibbling along the cords of her girl's neck. Shaw's right wrist was wrapped tightly in gaze. At first, the reformed killer had thought it was just because Shaw had been working at a boxing bag but on closer inspection when Shaw's hands came up to frame her face while Shaw kissed her back she realized it was something else.
"Dinner," Shaw answered dropping her arms to her sides as she turned around to save the plates Bear had been trying to steal from while his owner's attentions were otherwise occupied. "Yours is over there Big Guy." She reminded the dog jerking her chin over to the food bowl beside his bed.
"Maybe he just likes our dinner better than that CQB K-9 diet you've had him on." At that Shaw rolled her eyes looking back over her shoulder to one of Root's pointed an eyebrow raised looks as the long-haired brunet folded her arms over her chest. "So, someone got lucky…." Shaw sighed grudgingly knowing Root wasn't close to letting the addition on her wrist go.
"Sameen." Root sighed seeing thought her deception easily "Can I at least take a peek so I can be sure you're not going to get an infection?" she relented seeing Shaw's defensiveness building back up at the standoff.
"I do have medical training you know." Shaw shot back in annoyance earning the slightest hint of a smile from the woman standing across from her. "Trust me I am well aware of your skills Sweetie." Root cooed gently coaxing Shaw out of the kitchen and over to the couch once the dinner plates were set out on the table.
"Okay so you two not talking either means it's somehow worse than I think or…." Root announced when the room remained uncomfortably quiet after they had settled on the sofa. The comment was as much to Shaw as the Machine who had been worryingly silent since Root had brought up the bandages. And that to Root meant that her Goddess was in on whatever Shaw was hiding.
"Show her."
Shaw still winced at the Machine's chosen voice when she cut in stopping the real Root mid-rant. "What did we talk about with the voice thing?" the Persian growled softly looking pointedly into the closest computer camera. She knew it was silly to keep bringing it up when Root thought it was the coolest thing ever that her Goddess chose her to be her voice.
"My apologies Primary Asset Shaw." The Machine answered now talking in the voice of her creator and father. "Show her." the computerized voice repeated, "If you persist in keeping the information from her my Analog Interface will just take matters into her own hands."
"She's not wrong." Root interjected one of Shaw's pocket knives already in her hand when Shaw glanced in her direction.
"Really?" Shaw asked bluntly her eyebrow raised at the possible threat while Root twirled the blade between her fingers. "Just show me already Sameen." Root growled adorably thrusting the knife toward Shaw's face while the ex-military woman just rolled her eyes and started unwrapping the bandage on her wrist.
Dinner was getting cold and Shaw was really starting to get hungry again. "Happy?" she asked tossing the wrappings onto the coffee table as she turned her arm into the light so Root could see.
The thing started at her wrist from start to finish it was the size of a standard poker card. Easy to hide if needed.
At first, Root thought it was just a taser gun Shaw had tattooed into her arm but then she noticed that while that may have been the basis for the drawing the body of the ink drawn weapon was actually a well-hidden trouble cliff.
"18-15-15-20?" Root looked up into Shaw's eyes with a puzzled expression.
The numbers were scrolled over Shaw's pulse point in the electrical static of the teasers discharge secrete. They looked blurred like the static of a sound wave.
"My lucky numbers." Shaw shrugged as her stomach growled audibly making her pause in the act of scratching Bear's belly to glance into the kitchen and the still waiting food on the table. "And all this time I thought I was your lucky number." Root sighed wistfully clicking her tongue to send Bear off the couch as she pulled her compact lover to her feet but the smile on her lips betrayed her real feelings as her fingers traced little circles around the double 18 on Shaw's pauls point.
"Whoever said you weren't?" Shaw wondered sending the humming computer in the corner one of her rare genuine smiles as she led the way back into the kitchen with Bear following loyally at her side.