A/N: This chapter is un-beated per usual. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I really hope it doesn't offend any of you. So thank you in advance for taking the time to read this. This is set sometime in season three before the whole threat of Samaritan came around. Italics are being used for the mental battle that takes place later in the chapter.
(Person of Interest Person of Interest Person of Interest)
The team had been given a new number yesterday. Shaw had been itching for some excitement the last couple of days and this seemed like a prime opportunity to have some fun, work out some frustration and cut loose. Her excitement had soured though when Harold Finch had turned over the briefing to Mr. Reese. The bespectacled man's face was had a tinge of pink and he fidgeted in his chair as though uncomfortable.
Instead of launching into the assignment Reese was carefully reading through the documents Finch had given him. At times a dry chuckle left him and he shook his head.
"Hey, are you going to share that?" Shaw grumbled irritably. Her feet were perched up on Finch's desk and she was busy sharpening one of her many knives. The one she was working on was one of her favorites. She had acquired it from one of the people she had been sent to kill by Northern Lights back before her partner had gotten too nosy and got a death sentence placed on both their heads.
Reese stopped reading and glanced over the paper at her. While he didn't say anything his eyes danced with mirth. It was as close as the ex-agent ever got to outright smiling in her presence and something about it irked her. "You sure you want to see this?" He asked holding the paper out face down so Sameen could be given no inkling what the assignment was.
Pausing in the midst of sharpening Shaw tilted her head and stared silently at him for a moment. Then she buried her knife in the desk and snatched the paper from his hands. "Can't be that bad. I've had my share of jobs that were unplea…YOU ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" She glared daggers at Finch, who was refusing to look at her, "ROOT! I KNOW YOU'VE GOT TO BE BEHIND THIS. GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS OUT HERE NOW!"
Reese had a hand over his mouth and was hunched over. His face was tomato red and Shaw could see his shoulder's shaking like he was heaving.
"Ms. Shaw I assure." Harold began only to become quiet when Shaw fixed her stony expression on him.
"Where is Root?" She said in a near perfect imitation of Reese when royally pissed off.
"She isn't here. Furthermore this was sent to us by the Machine. I know on the surface this appears to be Ms. Groves' attempt at humor, but this is a legitimate irrelevant number." His earlier fear now behind him Finch was once more the voice of calm reason. Looking up at Shaw from his chair, which still wasn't all that far given her lack of height, her gave her a tight smile.
She was not going to let this go though. Because there was no way in Hell that she was actually going to go through with this insanity. "Then why not send Reese in. He'd enjoy it a lot more than me." Turning she gave the now composed man an annoyed glare, "Unless of course he's gay, which would explain a lot about you two." She finished before yanking her knife out of the desk and sitting down once more. This time she opted to twirl the knife in her fingers. On some level hoping the little display would be enough to override the Machine's choice of assigned roles.
Finch and Reese shared a long look. Then Reese spoke up his normal whisper a little louder than normal and reeking of mirth. "Nah, he's not my type. Now if Fusco could lose a little weight…" He let his statement hang as he smirked.
Shaw snorted. Her anger overruled by the ridiculous idea of Reese and Fusco ever being a couple.
With a sigh Finch turned back to his computer and typed away at it as he waited for the 'children' to have their fun before continuing. 'At this rate the number will be dead or have killed their victim before we get through this.' He thought. The grimace on his face seemed to clue the other two people in that they needed to get serious once more.
"Mr. Reese cannot do it. We cannot protect the number both at home and at her place of business. Furthermore they simply do not hire men. Except to work in the front offices which will do us no good. We are going to need to send someone in undercover to keep an eye on her. Since Ms. Groves is not here then you are our only choice Ms. Shaw."
Rolling her eyes Shaw placed her knife back in its sheath on her left leg. "I'm going to want extra for this. There are some things I draw the line at, and this is one of them." Standing she grabbed the file held out to her by Finch, containing all the information she needed on her cover identity. Turning to leave she was at the stairs before Finch called out.
"You'll be receiving a delivery this afternoon to help you with your cover. I trust that you'll familiarize yourself with it before tomorrow."
Shaw raised a hand and extended her middle finger. She kept it up till she was outside back hidden amongst the crowd. 'Fuck this.' She thought with a derisive snort. "I need a fucking drink."
Back inside the library Reese watched Shaw storm down the street. The former assassin violently pushing through the crowd and earning herself more than a few glares and brusque remarks. When she was out of sight he turned back to Finch who had pulled out a bud detector and was currently sweeping it over where Shaw had been sitting only minutes ago. "Is that really necessary Finch? I think she's given up on bugging your office, or found someplace to put them where you wouldn't find them."
Finch look at Reese then back at his device. He thought for a moment before turning it off and putting it away. "You are probably right Mr. Reese. But considering what the Machine is planning for her and Ms. Groves I'd rather make sure neither of them suspected we had any knowledge of this beforehand."
"You are probably right Finch." Reese said turning back to look at the people passing down below. "You saw how she reacted. At this rate those two are either going to work things out or kill each other."
"Well let's hope it's the first option. Ms. Shaw is invaluable enough and replacing her would take far too long for my liking. As for Ms. Groves…" Harold paused as he contemplated his next words carefully. "…despite my initial feelings about her, she has proven herself to be of a valuable and irreplaceable ally."
(POI POI POI POI POI)
That afternoon Shaw was on her 2nd beer and already feeling slightly buzzed. The package had arrived as Finch promised and she was taking no small amount of pleasure out of tearing the box apart. It was at least helping her work out some of her anger from earlier. Her mood had not improved any when she had read through the full briefing.
The new number was a woman who made a living as an adult film star. From Finch's cursory search, before letting her and Reese know about the new number, it looked likely that the woman's ex-boyfriend, whom she had a restraining order against, was the likely culprit. The woman had been in the business for a few years and had managed to star in quite a few films, both those that had been released and those that existed only on the internet.
Shaw did not have any issues with what some people chose to make their living doing. A part of her admired the woman's courage to actually do this line of work, despite the protests of her Catholic parents.
Her only problem was where the woman worked at. She was employed by a company that dealt exclusively with lesbian porn. As such all models, photographers, videographers, etc. were women. Many of whom were likely either bisexual, like their number, or gay. Sameen, being strictly straight despite what Root and her flirtatious innuendos might otherwise imply, was fairly certain that her assignment was due entirely to the machinations of Root. How else would she be the one stuck working as the company's latest videographer?
"Root I swear I'm going to make you regret this." Shaw grumbled as she looked through the assorted items that had been contained within.
Mixed in amidst high tech camera equipment was several sealed packages with '…Perla' on them. The packages were all a dark navy blue that prevented Sameen from seeing through them. Though she did not need to see through them to know what was contained within.
'This has Root's fingerprints all over it.' She thought with disdain and disgust. Yanking out all three large bags she heaved them over to the far side of the room. Pulling out the instruction booklet for the camera she took one look at the thick manual and rolled her eyes. "This is going to be a long day." Getting up she grabbed her open beer from the table set it down and then went over to the fridge. Yanking out a third beer she stopped for a moment then decided to grab a fourth for good measure.
Several hours plus four and ½ beers Shaw was finished. 'Damn thing is too overly complicated.' She drunkenly thought. Sitting back on her heels she plugged the video camera in to charge overnight and slipped two hard drives in so that she would have ample tape to film with. 'Have to try and look professional. Especially if this assignment goes for multiple days.' Getting up Shaw stumbled and caught herself on the wall before she fell. "Okay maybe I had a little too much to drink." She thought as she stumbled over to the couch. Collapsing on it she noticed the three unopened packages from earlier still piled up at the base of the couch. "Maybe I should check them out. Knowing Root they are probably a perfect fit. Maybe some of them are worth keeping. The others I can return to the store and get a little extra cash and buy myself a nice steak. Hell if anything I deserve it for going through with this idiotic assignment. Besides it's not like Root would ever see me actually wearing it."
Opening the first package Shaw beheld an assortment of lacy garments that were various shades of black. Pulling out one of the garments she marveled at the feel of the silken material. She'd never before owned any silk lingerie much less had any desire to.
Drunkenly enthused Shaw stumbled to her feet and grabbed all the packages. "Won't do any good if I don't try them on." She said with a snigger as she wandered over to her bed where there was a full length mirror that had come with her loft.
In her drunken state Shaw failed to notice that the little red 'On' light lit up on the video camera. Or that from how it was plugged into the wall that it was pointed directly at her. There was a quiet whir as the lens focused on Shaw, making sure to center on the woman's body and to not cut any part of her, or the items she was trying on, off.
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Shaw was not having a good day. She had slept through her alarm and had woken up hungover. She had thrown on some clothes and rushed out the door. Thankfully traffic was on her side and she got to work with minutes to spare.
She kicked the door open with a growl as she shouldered the bag containing her equipment. Once it was open far enough Sameen shouldered her way inside. There were a couple of security guards at the desk, some of the few males employed for the company. With a sigh and eye roll, hidden behind the sunglasses she wore, Shaw headed for the desk. Sitting her bag down on the floor she dug into the pocket of her black jeans and extracted a laminated id badge. She slipped it across the desk to the men who gave it a cursory glance, ensuring that her face matched the id, before passing it back.
"Wait here a moment." One of them said as he picked up the phone and dialed a number. He spoke quietly to the person on the other end before hanging up. "Ms. Blanchard will be with you soon."
Shaw grunted in acknowledgement as she slipped the id back into her pocket. Stepping away from the desk she looked at the various walls that held various pictures. Some were actual artwork while others were the covers of some of the companies more popular video series.
Ms. Blanchard was a decent looking woman. She had a more full body figure that was in stark contrast to the ultra-thin models that were all the rage these days. She was slightly more endowed then Shaw but was a pleasant woman. She led Shaw back into the main part of the building explaining what was expected of her. There were the usual rules and regulations. She was also expected to not fraternize with the models and to keep her personal life separate from business. There was also rules to not steal company property and to not take anything she photographed or videotaped off the property. With the pleasantries done she led Shaw to her desk.
Sameen sat there for a little bit getting familiar with her surroundings before checking in with Finch. So far Reese had turned up nothing and was still keeping tabs on their number, since she did not start work till later in the day.
With nothing really to do till her first assignment Shaw putzed around on the company computer familiarizing herself with the videos the company filmed and how they were shot. Bored as Hell and complete uninterested in the material Sameen was distracted by a woman's voice.
"Sam, Samantha Shaw right?" The woman was blonde, had an overly cheerful smile and a voice that instinctively grated on her nerves.
"It's Sameen" She replied back. Her voice was terse and to the point. She had little interest in dealing with her coworkers. All she wanted to do was her job so she could make sure the number was safe and leave. Preferably as soon as possible otherwise she might need end up killing someone.
"We'll people probably make that mistake all the time." Blondie replied with an obnoxious giggle.
"No." She glared at the woman. Sameen noticed all too well that the woman's attention was fixated on her chest seemingly enjoying the view offered by her low neck white tank top. "My eyes are up her." she growled out at the woman before standing. She was still shorter than the woman, but it managed to at least impede her view.
"Geeze no need to be touchy. We're all women here. Besides, you're kind of sexy." She gave Shaw a flirtatious wink and pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket.
"I'm not interested in getting your number." Shaw said tersely as she gave the woman a stony look.
The woman sighed and lost her smile. "No need to shoot a woman down that quickly. Anyway Ms. Blanchard wanted me to give you this. She's got your first assignment lined up. Room number is on the card." She did not bother to hand the card to Shaw and settled for tossing it at her instead. Then she walked away in a huff.
"Pleasure meeting you to." Shaw muttered under her breath as she picked up the card and looked at the number and directions written on it. Grabbing her equipment Sameen headed down the various hallways past numerous doors and studios.
The room she was looking for was located down at the other end of the building. In an area usually reserved for new an inexperienced models. The rooms were a little more glamorous and designed to help put the new/perspective employees at ease. There was a fully stocked alcohol bar nearby that from a quick glance held top shelf products.
It was a solid oaken door with gilded letters identifying it as the room she was looking for. Knowing she needed to make a decent impression in order to not be fired on her first day. Sameen put on a pleasant face and opened the door.
Taking one step into the room Shaw saw the model idly sitting in a chair. She was idly kicking her legs back and forth and had an all too familiar smirk set on her face. One look and Sameen's expression went stony. 'Nope.' Shaw mentally growled as she slammed the door closed. Going over to the bar she poured herself a double shot of vodka. Slamming it back Shaw thought once more of who was waiting for her and poured herself a second larger drink before downing it as well. Now slightly buzzed Shaw mentally prepared herself and went back and opened the door. Stepping into the room she shut the door and glared at the room's other occupant.
Root greeted Shaw with her usual mischievous smirk and a wave of her hand. "Hi I take it you're here to film me? I hope you'll go easy on me, this is my first time."
Shaw glared at Root and started setting up her equipment. Refusing to look at the grinning woman. "You have some nerve." Shaw muttered out darkly as she finished setting everything up. Turning to face Root she crossed her arms over her chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts up and enhancing her cleavage much to Root's unspoken delight.
"Really Sameen." Root purred as she leaned forward letting the already low neck of her dress drop even lower revealing just a hint of her pale white breasts. She waited till Shaw's eyes were on her before continuing. "I'm just as surprised that She gave you a cover assignment here." In truth Root was not the least bit surprised. Turning her gaze away from Shaw she continued to watch the woman out of her periphery and let her smirk grow wider when she saw Sameen's gaze drop for an instant to take in the tempting view.
Shaw gave Root a silent glare as she went over and activated the four stationary cameras set up in the room. They were mainly there to ensure that all sides and angels of the videos would be shot while allowing for only one videographer to be needed. The cameras used a complex algorithm to follow the action and to auto focus. The camera Shaw had brought with her was the one she would be using and carrying around to get whatever kind of shots she wanted.
"So I'm just supposed to believe that the Machine decided that we needed two people undercover here, and that I was the best choice for videotaping all the sordid acts that go on here."
"Well you could look at it that way if you wanted Sameen." Root's grin grew even larger if possible. She stretched her arms out behind her on the bed she was sitting on and leaned back causing her breasts to jut outwards and look quite a bit bigger than they actually were. "If you are that opposed to being the camera girl, I could see about switching places with you. You have no problem performing for a porno right?" Root gave Shaw a smoldering look and pursed her lips giving the air a kiss before settling back to her usual smirk.
Shaw refused to say anything and inwardly regretted not bringing her gun with her. At the moment she wanted to hit Root over the head with it and possibly shoot the woman for even having the audacity to say something like that. 'It's Root what do you expect.' A part of her whispered quietly. 'She knows how best to get under your skin and at the moment your giving her exactly the kind of reaction she wants.' With a sign Shaw undid her ponytail and then redid it. The action was meant solely to buy her time as she contemplated how best to proceed.
"Fucking Root." Shaw grumbled as she sat down in a nearby chair that was arm's length from the bed and had the seat cushion specifically designed to have the person's crotch at the same height as the bed. She set the camera she had brought with her down on the floor by her feet as she leaned back in the chair and stared at Root for a moment in silence.
If Sameen had been trying to unnerve Root then she was failing miserably. Root continued to sit comfortably on the chair smirking at the shorter woman with a knowing look. Every so often her gaze would slowly wander over the athletic woman's body. Her gaze was obvious and was a mixture of undressing Sameen with her eyes and the knowledgeable caress of a long-term lover or mate.
Shaw sifted uncomfortably in her seat. The look the tall slim woman giving her making her feel as though she was the one about to perform for the camera. Crossing her legs, since she refused to verbally admit that she felt as though Root was capable of seeing through her outer garb to the intimate apparel she had chosen to wear that day, Shaw tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and decided that the sooner she got this farce of a video shoot over with the better. Sitting upright in the chair Shaw purposefully ignored the heat already building between her legs and the odd feeling of nervous anticipation that was twisting her gut into knots.
"So how long do you think we need to remain in here before it'll be safe to leave?" Shaw asked. Her voice sounding far more confident and strong than she felt especially when Root tilted her head at her and looked at Shaw through her eyelashes.
"Sorry Sam, but it'll look far too suspicious if you return to your desk with nothing to show." Root said simply.
"Wha- but- I there is no way I can do this." Shaw babbled. Her mind was scrambling for an excuse. Some reason that would convince Root that her actually performing for the camera was anything but a good idea. 'No. No no no no no. I'm completely straight. There is no way even for a cover identity that I'm going to videotape Root putting on a solo act. There is no way I can go through with this.' Shaw's hand was tapping out a nervous rhythm against her knee, her face the drained whitish color of a person pulled from the river, and she was sweating.
'What is there to be so nervous about? Who knows you might even enjoy it.' A quiet voice, sounding dangerously like Root, whispered in her mind. 'Because I'm straight, I don't like women that way.' Shaw's own voice was strong and confident.
Inside Sameen's mind a battle was taking place.
On one side she stood wearing her usual white tank top, black jeans, and combat boots forming in her mind. The mental Sameen Shaw had her arms folded across her chest and was contemplating pulling the gun holstered at her waist free and shooting the interloper who stood across from her dead.
On the other side stood Root dressed in some tiny black dress that ended partway up her thighs and low cut enough that the tops of her breasts were visible. "Really Sameen." Root's voice was a caress and she strode towards Shaw with a confident grin on her face. When she stood inches away from Shaw she bent her head down forcing Shaw to tilt her head back to look Root in the eyes. "You can keep telling yourself that, but we both know it's not true."
Shaw grit her teeth and practically snarled back at the woman, while mentally wishing for a box or something to stand on so she wasn't forced to look up at the woman. "What the Hell are you talking about?"
Root smirked and raised a hand. Her fingertips brushed against Shaw's cheek and for a moment Shaw leaned into the touch before coming to her senses and jerking her head away. "Those…dreams you have at night. After particularly long frustrating days that leave you pent up with energy and wanting to fuck from the minute you get home till you and your partner collapse to the bed completely spent and exhausted. Especially when you are unable to find anyone who meets your standards. Like has been the case for the last three years."
Shaw's confidence waivered. "What dreams, I don't know what you are talking about." She took a step back trying to put some distance between her and Root. The woman's pheromones proving far too distracting.
Root stepped forward closing the gap. Her chest brushed up against Sam's. Planting a hand firmly against the wall, that had just formed behind the dark haired woman cutting off her retreat, Root leaned in close and whispered in Shaw's ear. "The ones where you are crying out my name in ecstasy as you cum around my fingers or one of my toys. Where I give you orgasm after orgasm till the only name you remember is mine. You especially love the ones where even exhausted as you are you find the strength to flip us over so that you are on top and you kiss your way down my body before settling between my legs and drink your fill of my sweet nectar that you call your own personal ambrosia." Root pulled away from Shaw's ear and enjoyed how the former assassin's face was tomato red. She then leaned in once more so that their lips were inches apart. "Tell me Sameen when was the last time you awoke from one of those dreams so deliciously horny that you had to shove your hand down your sleeping shorts and finger yourself to orgasm before you could even think coherently?"
Shaw looked away unable to look the domineering woman in the eyes. Her confidence had been thoroughly shaken since she remembered all too well the dreams the mental Root was talking about. She tried to think of some way to escape from the woman without having to reveal the truth, but her thoughts were derailed when Root's free hand darted down and undid the snap on her jeans. Before Shaw could utter a word of protest the woman's thin hand had slipped between the gap between the waistband and Shaw's skin and grabbed hold of her pussy. Sameen went stiff and quaked in a minor orgasm as Root's fingers brushed against her engorged lips through the fabric of her slim fit boy shorts.
"Doesn't matter how much you try and deny it Sam." Root whispered heatedly and kissed the shorter woman's cheek. "These lips never lie and even you know that the thought of us together in bed is your biggest fantasy." Two of her fingers pushed the fabric of Shaw's boy shorts into her body stretching the material while her thumb circled her clit like a hungry shark.
"It was…" Shaw started but was interrupted by a gasp as Root's fingers delved further into her body. The boy shorts she was wearing beginning to tear from the repeated stretching and allowing some of her arousal to come into direct contact with Root's bare skin. Licking her lips Shaw tried to steady her trembling legs. Her eyes wanted to close, but some part of her that was still defiant refused since it was as good as surrendering. Taking a shaky deep breath she tried again. "Last…week. Last week was the…last time. It left me so horny." Her voice broke and her hands grabbed onto Root's waist as her boy shorts ripped and Root's long thin fingers plunged fully into her pussy and began fucking her at a rapid pace.
"Come on Sameen say it." Root panted hotly. The exhilaration of wearing the woman down and having her at the cusp of surrendering and orgasm leaving her own underwear thoroughly soaked. Root knew she herself was close to cumming, even without physical stimulation, but she refused to give in to her own wants till she heard Sam say it.
"I was so horny." Shaw's thighs were squeezing Root's hand tightly. Her fingernails were digging into Root's skin no doubt leaving behind bruises that would be visible up to a week later. Sameen's eyes were glazed over with lust and all she could think about was the fair skinned beauty before her and the delicious sensation coming from between her legs. "I…" Shaw was panting now and would have collapsed to the floor had Root not been helping to hold her up. At some point Root's other hand had yanked Shaw's tank top and bra down barring her breasts to the taller woman's lustful gaze. Root rolled a hard nipple between her fingers pinching it every so often eliciting a cry from Sameen. "I had to…break out my vibrator. I…came." Shaw shuddered her orgasm was painfully close yet a part of her struggled to resist the inevitable. Finally she gave in and said what Root longed to hear. "…your name was on my lips. My…strongest orgasm ever…and yours was the face that came to mind that pushed me over the edge." Shaw shuddered once and then tilted her head back. A keening wail left her as her body clenched tightly around Root's fingers.
Shaw's orgasm triggered Root's. Though far more in control of herself Root could not resist the shorter woman's pale neck. Her teeth latched on and she bit hard. It was not enough to break skin but as she sucked away at the wound both women knew that Sameen Shaw would be wearing her mark for the coming week.
Sameen felt weak. Her legs were jelly and her heart beat wildly in her chest. Looking up at Root's smirking face she wrapped a hand around the back of the woman's head and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
Both women were breathless when the kiss broke. Root smirked at Shaw. "Tell you what Sameen. Go through with the video shoot. If you manage to resist my temptations and charms then I will concede the point that you are 100% not interested in me. However if you give in, well…" Root chuckled as she pulled away from the former assassin. With an extra sway in her hips she disappeared into the ether of Shaw's mind.
"You alright there Sameen? You never answered my question." Root's voice pulled Shaw out of her mind. With a shake of her head the shorter woman reoriented herself with her current location then locked eyes with Root's deep brown eyes. 'God I could get lost in those' She thought before reminding herself that she needed to resist the woman. "Fine your right." Shaw groused as she picked up the camera. "Might as well have something that I can hold over your head next time you try to convince me to do something stupid."
Root smirked and stood. "We'll see Sam."
Shaw hit record as Root pulled her blouse over her head. The light haired brunette wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were a cup size smaller than Shaw's but sat high and proud on Root's chest with no hint of sag. Her nipples were a dark rosy pink. The hardened in seconds as Shaw watched and subconsciously the dark haired brunette licked her lips. A small part of her wanting to take them in her mouth and suck them till she had Root sprawled against the bed wet with desire and need.
With a teasing smirk Root turned her back to Shaw and addressed the woman over a bare shoulder. "I know how much you like my ass Sam. I've seen you stare at it fixedly innumerable times when you've followed me on assignments." Root fiddled with the her jeans and then pushed them down to her feet bending at the waist the whole while making sure her ass stuck out straight at Shaw.
Shaw sucked in a gasp at seeing that Root had chosen to go commando this day. Her backside was speckled with light brown freckles in a few areas but for the most part it was a pale shade of white. It was toned and firm and Shaw idly wondered just how tight it was. Unable to resist she stretched a couple fingers out and gave it a pinch.
Root yelped and sprang away from Shaw. Both hands cupped the tender flesh as she turned to face Shaw. Her face was red and she almost seem taken aback at the woman's actions.
"Something the matter Root?" Shaw said all too smoothly. She was smirking at Root and let her gaze wander down the woman's bare form drinking in the gorgeous view that would no doubt feature prominently in any future dreams she had of the woman.
Root was only phased for a second before she reclined back on the bed. Spreading her legs far apart she let Shaw get a good long look at her neatly trimmed bush that spelled out 'S.S. & R.' "Like it Sam? I've gone to a lot of trouble maintaining it for just such an occasion."
Shaw's throat went dry. She could not even begin to formulate a response so she said nothing. Trying to ignore the arousal building up inside her Shaw focused the camera on Root's pussy as the woman began playing with it.
Root was taking her time and was slowly building herself towards orgasm. She avoided fingering herself and settled for taking the wetness dripping from her and spreading it across her wet folds. All the while her gaze was focused squarely on Shaw though every so often it would drop down to the woman's chest and her nipples that stood out prominently through her shirt. Other times she would focus her attention between Sameen's legs where a growing dark stain originating at the woman's crotch was spreading relentlessly outwards.
"Think you can hand me one of the toys in the upper left cabinet Sameen?" Root said pleasantly.
Setting down the camera with a grumble Shaw did her best to ignore the growing wetness developing between her legs. Her legs were slightly shaky but held steady as she went to the cabinet and without looking grabbed one of the items from its self.
Root's face lit up and she licked her lips as she stared at the toy Shaw was holding before looking back up at Shaw with a wide smile. "Oh, that is just perfect Sameen. Though…your going to need to give me a hand with getting it on."
Confused Shaw looked down at what she was holding and mentally recoiled. 'A strap on! I'm holding a fucking strap on! What the fucking Hell!' "Is my subconscious trying to tell me to get involved with Root?" The strap on was perhaps 7 inches long and as thick as 3 of Shaw's fingers put together. It was a fleshy shade of pink with a black harness.
"Really Sameen if that is the case then maybe you should listen to it." Root said quietly as she leaned forward on the bed. Her eyes were half closed as she tried to give Shaw her most seductive look. "Who knows, maybe you'll actually enjoy yourself." Root finished as she got up off the bed and went over to Shaw.
Before Shaw could get out a word of protest Root had grabbed a hold of her hand and was tugging her over to the bed. Sameen's heart was beating wildly. Next thing she knew she was pressed against the mattress with Root kissing her way down her neck. One of Root's hands was already deftly unbuttoning her shirt and Shaw's own hands were busy trying to yank her jeans off. 'Fuck it.' Shaw finally decided. 'I'm bisexual for Root.'
As the two women enjoyed each other's bodies they paid no attention to the cameras that were busy recording the wanton act occurring before them.
Shaw groaned as Root teased her with the tip of the strap on. "Root." She half pleaded half growled out.
"Patience Sam, I need to make sure your good and wet before I fuck you." Root said with a slight laugh in her voice.
"I was wet enough after my second orgasm. Which was two orgasms ago. If I was wet enough for you to finger me, then I'm certainly wet enough for that." Shaw groused back as she pressed her hips back against Root. Shaw groaned as she felt the strap on slide inside. She felt herself stretch around it and buried her face in the pillow as she tried to hold her hips still.
Root had a firm grip on Shaw's hips and rather enjoyed the sight of Shaw face down in the mattress with her ass in the air and Root buried to the hilt inside her pussy.
As the taller woman set a steady pace Shaw's hips thrust back against Root's own. Her need for another orgasm overriding any sense of shame she might have otherwise felt at Root seeing her act so wantonly. As the two got settled into the rhythm Shaw groaned in pleasure as Root draped herself against the shorter woman's back. Root's erect nipples scratched her back with each thrust and only seemed to heighten her pleasure. Titling her head to hopefully get a kiss from the woman Shaw finally noticed the camera she had left on the chair that was still recording the pair's lovemaking.
'Eh what the fuck. I'll steal the tape before I leave. At the very least I'll have a souvenir to remember this by until the next time.' This thought was soon forgotten as both women were overcome with pleasure and cried out the others name at the height of passion.
One Month Later
"Root is this your idea of a joke!?" Shaw growled angrily as she slowly advanced on the woman.
"Sam." Root said carefully knowing she was currently on thin ice and that one wrong word could get her exiled to the couch for probably the next several weeks. "Do you really think I would risk you kicking me out of your apartment, and right after you let me move in mind you, by doing something like this?"
Shaw's eyes narrowed. Then with a sigh of annoyance she backed away from the woman. "Which means that the Machine had seemingly taken on some of your personality traits, or at least your sense of humor." Shaw grumbled out as she glared at the television.
An unlabeled DVD had arrived in the mail earlier that day. There was no return address. Curiosity getting the best of the now official couple they had decided to see what was on the DVD. What they had witnessed had caused Shaw to go pale and begin sputtering forth an odd mixture of curse words and indignities while Root's face had flushed with arousal and her thighs had rubbed together from the warmth growing between them.
There on the screen were the words 'The Model and the Videographer. Starring: Samantha 'Root of the Problem' Groves and Sameen 'Sexy Times Shaw. A S.S.R. production. All rights reserved.' The title had remained on the screen overlaid and clip of Shaw with her face buried between Root's legs as the light haired woman pulled hard on her hair, which was free of its usual ponytail, and was busy grinding her crotch against Sameen's mouth to make her climax last as long as possible. At the bottom of the screen a list of scenes had appeared with the option "Play All. Estimated runtime: 02:30:00" highlighted.
Root put a hand around Shaw's shoulder and leaned down to whisper in the shorter woman's ear. "What do you say we watch it Sam. I've heard these two put on a hot show."
Shaw settled for rolling her eyes and elbowing Root in the gut. Turning she left the room and called out over her shoulder. "I'll get the popcorn started, grab me my vibe out of the nightstand. Oh and Root, if you dare start without me, then spending the night on the couch will be the least of your worries."
(POI – POI – POI – POI)
A/N: Well that turned out to be a far longer chapter than I initially expected. I hope you all enjoyed it. Feel free to give me feedback. Suggestion and recommendations on what I can change or improve upon are always welcome. Below are your options for the next chapter. Thanks again for taking the time to read this. And enjoy the rest of your night.
1. It took a lot of wheeling and dealing on Root's part but she managed to finally convince Shaw to accompany her to the beach. Though Shaw is not a fan of beaches she's willing to go since Root is such a fan of them. However once there Shaw feels rather uncomfortable from all the attention she is getting, in particular from Root. She has a feeling it has to do with the bikini Root had picked out for her and insisted she wear.
2. After saving the latest number Shaw ends up with an embarrassing knife wound on her butt that is going to require stitches. While normally perfectly capable of stitching herself up she unfortunately has to go to Root for help. Matters are not helped when Root decides to poke fun at currently helpless big bad Shaw.
3. A close call with their most recent number leaves Root afraid for Shaw's life. Can she bring herself to actually admit to the emotionless woman how she actually feels about her?