Do You Know What You Do to Me?
A/N: Well it was close for a while there, but in the end option 3 came out ahead. So I hope you guys enjoy this. Special thanks to everyone who voted and gave their input on the last chapter. It really meant a lot to me.
Shaw was near the end of her rope. Here she was stuck in the back of a cab with Root. A woman that she was torn between equally strong desires of killing or fucking. Ever since she had first seen the woman after months of no contact Shaw had found herself feeling…off. Emotions that she rarely felt would well up within her and she would have a difficult time controlling herself. She still could not believe she had made such a fool of herself in front of the woman she had pleasured herself nightly to more times than she could count.
At first it had mostly been anger. Root had simply been a target for all the frustration building up in her from the tedious and monotonous cover she had been given. It had not been helped by that idiot of a boss of hers. The man had no skill in reading people. If he had then he would have known better than to stick her in such a prime location for foot traffic. She wasn't a people person and being expected to smile and make small talk with people left anger brewing and bubbling inside her. She could care less about their pointless prattling and the so called concerns they had. If they knew how close they came on a weekly basis to having their lives snuffed out by Samaritan, their own government, or the people the government was supposed to protect them from. Then maybe they would understand why Shaw couldn't give a damn if their boss was riding their ass, or if they had gotten into a fight with their significant other and needed some gift to make peace.
So seeing Root sitting in a chair sipping on some expensive coffee with her usual sexy smile had left Sameen Shaw seeing red. The only reason Root had walked out of there alive was from the promise of an actual assignment and because it would be too difficult to dispose of her body at this time of day.
As time went on old feelings began to return. At one point forcing Shaw to admit that she actually liked the woman's company and her flirtatious banter. She had merely ignored it at first, but like a song that can get stuck in your head Root's flirtations began to play over and over again in her mind.
She could still remember the first time she had let it get to her. She had been undercover trying to become a member of the number's crew of thieves. She had let herself be swayed by his smooth talk and had wound up in bed with him. But when they finally got around to fucking all Shaw could think about was Root. The way Root's eyes sparkled with mischievous intelligence when she played with giving out information like a cat with its favorite toy. The way the woman's clothes hugged her body leaving her imagination spinning as she worked on piecing together the brief glimpses of flesh she had seen with what she could make out underneath the clothes to form a mental image of Root naked. When she came it was Root's name that she wanted to cry out. She had managed to smother it at the last moment allowing only a quiet "Rooo" out that thankfully the guy was more than willing to ignore.
Things had only gotten worse. Now every interaction with Root left her legs trembling and her core clenching with need. She still wasn't certain if Root had bought last week's excuse of undercooked food for her sudden dash to the restroom. She had been forced to bite her own hand to keep from making any sounds as she pleasured herself to an orgasm there in that dimly lit and ill cleaned stall. Afterwards she had felt embarrassed at what she had done, especially with the object of her desire less than fifty feet away. Mortification at Root knowing damn well what she had been up to have allowed her to keep some control over herself. But it was oh so difficult especially when every little thing the woman did left her wanting to rip her clothes off.
It was also affecting her work. How could she be expected to do her job when she kept staring at the woman secretly? Every little thing she did was taking its toll on her willpower. Yet there was one thing Shaw hated most of all and that was being weak. Leaving her torn over how to endure this daily torture. Shaw knew she would need to do something soon. Her imagination had run dry a couple of days ago leaving her unable to get herself off. Her sexual frustration, something else she had rarely needed before Root had gone and made herself a part of her life once again.
Earlier that day she had been running through her exercise routine down in the team's subway headquarters when Reese had dropped in with Bear. He had brought Lunch with him, a full rack of ribs from one of the more upscale barbecue joints, and she had taken a break to eat. That was when her trouble finally reached its breaking point.
"You should know we've got a pool running." Reese had said casually as he dug into his burger before tearing some off and tossing it to Bear. The German shepherd had snatched the small bite out of the air and inhaled it with a single gulp before sitting back down and eagerly awaiting his next treat.
Shaw swallowed her bite of rib and paused before ripping off the next piece to say "Put me down for a $100." She was always up for a little betting action and had managed to win a couple so far.
"You are not allowed to participate in this one. Since you directly affect it."
Sameen Shaw paused and looked across the table at the man. There was a hint of a smile on his face and there had been traces of amusement in his normally quiet gruff voice. "Now I'm not so sure I want to know what the pool is about."
"Oh it's nothing to important." Reese said casually as he tossed some more food to Bear. He was definitely smiling now and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. He played around on it a little bit before finding what he was looking for. Setting it down on the table he slid it over for Shaw to view.
The color drained from her face as she took in the collage of pictures displayed on the screen. Each one was of her with the same damn look of adoration and want on her face as she stared at Root. A couple were even little videos and showed her biting her lips or puckering up as if to kiss Root. She knew damn well that she had stopped breathing, but she wasn't sure if her heart had also stopped. Either way when she snapped out of her funk she lunged at the phone and crashed onto the table as Reese narrowly snatched it first.
The man was chuckling at her as he got to his feet. "I don't see why you're embarrassed it's actually kind of adorable."
"I don't do adorable." She replied gruffly. She was giving him a murderous look as she also rose and stretched her body to try and make up the height difference between them. "I also don't do cute, loving, or sweet. Now tell me how the Hell you got those photos or Harold is going to need a replacement for you."
"While this place is off Samaritan's radar it's not off the Machine's. From what Harold can tell She decided you two needed a little push. Apparently the Machine does bored now and is wanting to see some action or else she's going to change the channel. Since the rest of us have no desire for her to be prying into our love lives I decided you should be made aware."
"And just how much do you having riding on this?"
"Only $500.00 but that's only if you make the first move. Fusco figures the two of you will just explode and go after each other at the same time. Harold is of the belief that Root will act first and you'll go home someday to find her in your bed naked and waiting for you. Though Zoe…" He trailed off when he notices Shaw pulling a knife free from a hidden pocket.
Shaw fought for control. She sat back down in her seat and began flipping the sharpening the knife in an effort to reign in her emotions. "First off I am not happy that you guys are placing bets on me and Root hooking up. Secondly I am pissed that you all seem to have some a whole collection of me looking longingly at Root on your phones. I will admit that I find the woman somewhat attractive."
"Somewhat attractive? That's stretching it." He replied with a smile
"Fine!" She buried her knife in the table. "Okay I am infatuated with her. Is that what you want to hear? The woman's every action leaves me aching with desire and if not for my military training then Harold would have had to bail the two of out for indecent exposure because I would have taken her in a heartbeat regardless of the location! But you know what, it would have been worth it! The woman has a body built for sex and she goes around flaunting it like a rare sirloin steak! There is only so long where I can look but not touch! Hell I've already touched! I wore out the batteries in my vibrator the last two days in a row trying to get myself off! But no go! My stupid fucking imagination had to go and run dry! Though that is not my fault! If the woman would at least show a little more leg or a hint more of cleavage then maybe I could finally finish making a mental image of her naked!" The chair clattered to the floor as Shaw stood. Now she was striding towards Reese while still on her emotional rampage. "The woman has not one fucking clue what she does to me, of how much I long to run my hands through her hair! Of wrapping her up in my arms and refusing to let go! She just keeps on flirting with me like it's some kind of game! I swear if she was here right now I'd."
"You'd what?" A quiet voice carried over the sound of Shaw's ranting and cut it off midstream like pulling the plug on a computer.
Shaw noticeably paled and shrank down. Sweat was beading on her brow as her fight or flight instincts kicked in. While she always relished a good fight at the moment she wanted nothing more than to run and hide. Maybe then she'd be able to pretend that she had not heard Root's voice and had refrained from outright declaring her feelings for a woman who was far from interested in her out there for her to hear.
"Sam…just what would you do?" Root asked again calmly as she finished descending down the stairs and reached the platform. She was behind the shorter woman and took a brief moment to glare at Reese giving him a 'Go somewhere else look.' Which to his credit the man quickly accepted and with a sharp whistle to Bear he and the dog made well their escape before they suffered either woman's wrath.
Shaw turned and faced Root once Reese was gone. The woman of her dreams was wearing a dark leather coat that was buttoned tightly closed. It hung down to her knees where a pair of snow boots, coated in several inches of fresh snow. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her face was red, from embarrassment or the cold Shaw was not certain.
She had been unable to come up with anything to say and had only just managed a 'Hey.' Before falling into silence at Root's stony look.
"There is a cab waiting up top. You're needed for something tonight." Root said sternly before turning and heading back for the stairs.
Shaw had grabbed her coat and meekly followed the taller woman. Together they had gotten into the back of the cab and ridden in silence to their destination. By the time they reached it Shaw had begun working on an argument to try and sway Root from walking out of her life completely.
"Get. Out." Root said a hint of annoyance in her voice as she paid the man.
Once again Shaw got out of the cab. She stared down at her combat boot clad feet and shivered slightly as she waited for Root to finish her business with the driver. As the cab began to drive off Shaw took a moment to look around at the neighborhood. It was more upscale than where she had been placed for her cover, but a far cry from the luxury she had been able to afford before Samaritan came online.
As Root headed into the building Shaw followed closely behind her.
Once the two women were in the elevator Shaw licked her lips and mentally went over her prepared speech before looking at Root. She opened her mouth to speak but said nothing from the look of emotionless look Root was giving her.
When the elevator doors opened Root once more led Shaw down a corridor. They stopped outside of an apartment door and as Root fished out the keys she finally spoke. "This is where I'm living at for the moment. Or I should say where my cover lives at. We have some things to discuss." Putting the key into the lock Root headed inside followed by Shaw.
The shorter woman did not have time to even look at her surroundings before she was slammed into the wall. Her body braced from the impact and for the flurry of blows she expected to follow, but they never came. Instead Root grabbed hold of the sides of her face and mashed their lips together. Shaw let out a gasp of air which Root used to plunder the former assassin's mouth with her tongue.
Sameen lost all track of time as she drifted on an ocean of bliss. Both women were breathing heavily through their noses in an effort to let the kiss last longer. Finally it was broken by Root.
"You are a pain in the ass you know that?" Root said with a smile
"Wha…" Shaw began trying to wrap her mind around the situation.
"Wish you could have told me earlier how you felt, then I wouldn't have been so fucking horny these last couple of weeks. Though I guess it's nothing on you since my imagination has more than enough material for a lifetime."
"Wait…you…are attracted to me?" Shaw finally managed. Her mind now beginning to catch up to the situation.
Root tilted her head and gave her a look. "You didn't notice that I refused to flirt with anyone besides you? Geeze your more focused then even I thought.
"Hold on, how could you have been in the same boat as me?"
"Remember Tuesday when I needed to patch up that gunshot wound and refused to let you help?" Root began before falling silent and rolling up the sleeve of her coat to reveal smooth unblemished skin devoid of any wounds. "Melted tube of lipstick. I…needed a little alone time in the restroom from the sight of you working out." She said with a flush of embarrassment on her face.
"Is that so?" Shaw practically purred her face taking on a smirk worthy of Root. "I didn't know my working out had such an effect on you."
"It wouldn't have worked so well if you had worn a different outfit. You really shouldn't do a whole bunch of laps followed by pull-ups in a white tanktop unless you wear a bra, or don't have a soaked through shirt. Also…your workout pants are a little skintight." She paused and looked away.
"They are designed to be skintight." Shaw said defensively.
"Yes, but yours are a touch to small. Sure they leave you fully covered, but I now have a pretty accurate picture of what you look like underneath them. So you might want to get a bigger size, or start wearing underwear. That or next time you will wind up face down on the floor with your pants pulled down and my face buried between your legs.
Shaw smiled and put an arm around Root's waist. "Actually I wore that ensamble for two reasons. One because I wanted quick access in the event I got too horny and needed to get off before heading home. Second was because I hoped that you'd notice and take advantage.
Root smiled and stepped back a pace. She began unbuttoning her coat. "Oh I did notice and I planned to take advantage of that outfit if you chose to work out today. Hence why I wore this." With a small shrug she slid the coat off revealing pale pebbled flesh to Shaw's gaze."
Shaw felt quite overdressed but felt confident that Root would help her rectify that situation shortly. She drew the woman close to her and kissed her before working her way down the woman's naked body.
A/N: Well I hope you liked this. Feel free to let me know what you thought. All comments are welcome so feel free to give me suggestions or things I can do to improve my writing. Below are your guy's choices for the next chapter.
The day of Shaw and Root's wedding has come. Can the two women make it through the ceremony, or will they kill each other first? Inspired by this:
Shaw wakes up one morning to find her clothes missing. She pins the blame on Root especially when she finds the clothes the woman left for her to wear.
Shaw has been distant lately and Root becomes concerned. When she confronts the woman she finds out Shaw has had difficulty dealing with her emotions lately. Root resolves to help her out.