"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The puppy dog eyes looking up at her just made her growl in frustration.

"It's called a clit! Find it!"

Yelling at the dumb sod didn't help. He was far too confident in his skills. So far, Shaw wasn't impressed. And yet somehow, he seemed to still think he was doing a good job. He kept moaning into her, looking up to see if she liked it. No way this fucking moron getting anything else out of her. His dick was going to stay as dry as her vag was.

Shaw finally sat up and pushed him away. "How was that, baby?" He grinned at her, clueless. He'd seemed so promising at the bar... She just stared at him. And what was with men calling her 'baby' these days? It was the new thing and she hated it. Who wanted to be compared to a baby?

He started to undo his pants. "Wait until you see-"

"Stop."

"What?"

"S. T. O. P. Fucking retard." Her curled lip and angrily spat insult only confused him further. "I'm not gonna see anything else you have to offer, loser. And you're not sticking any of it in here." She pointed to her disappointed snatch with both hands. "Fuckwad." She got to her feet and pulled her jeans back up.

"But we're just getting started!"

"No, we just ended." She didn't look back as she left.

She stomped the whole way home. Miles of walking did nothing for her mood. What was she supposed to do? Why in the hell was she suddenly surrounded by men who couldn't fuck? All she wanted was an orgasm or two that were given to her by another person. But the last two had been duds, and this one hadn't made it past the test phase she'd initiated to even try. No man who couldn't make her come with his mouth was going to stick his dick in her. She wasn't going to bother. Why did he get to come if she didn't?

She threw the front door open, not caring how it looked. It wasn't like Root hadn't noticed her frustration lately anyway. She slammed her bedroom door shut behind her and changed in short, agitated movements. She wanted clothes that didn't smell like cologne and let down.

When she came back out, Root was in the same place on the couch, sipping the beer Shaw had gotten her hooked on. She still preferred wine, but Shaw was working on her. Only difference was now, in front of the other seat cushion set a fresh beer and a plate of brownies. Shaw hadn't even noticed the smell in the air. Apparently, Root had been baking.

She practically dove into the plate. "Mm," Shaw moaned as she bit into the brownie. It was rich and fudgy and perfect. "Fuck me. Who needs sex?" She took another big bite. "This'll do just fine," she mumbled around a mouthful of gooey chocolate.

Root let the beer bottle drop from her lips. "Speak for yourself. I have no idea what's going on with you, but some of us still need to get laid."

Shaw rolled her eyes. "That's what I said!" She growled and took another bite. "Whatever, dude. I'll just do it myself. Maybe I should buy a new toy."

Root tilted her head. "Sounds like a good plan. Although, if you could just do it yourself and get all you needed all the time, would you be so frustrated right now?"

Shaw scowled at her. "I don't wanna talk about it."

Root smirked. "That's fine."

Shaw downed half her beer and then scowled at it, too. "I would so rather be doing shots."

"Can accommodate, actually." Root was quick to jump up from the couch. She caught Shaw's eager expression as she grabbed the tequila.

"No, vodka," Shaw corrected.

"Um, let me see... Ah! You're in luck!" She pulled a bottle from the back of the fridge. "We have maybe just under half left?"

"It'll do."

Root forewent the glasses and brought the chilled drink right to Shaw. She took it eagerly, quickly downing a couple of quick swigs. When she handed it back to Root, she paused, looking down at it consideringly. Then she shrugged. She hadn't been planning to get drunk tonight, but whatever. Shaw clearly needed a drinking partner.

They exchanged the bottle back and forth several times. It took that and two more brownies for Shaw's tongue to loosen.

"Okay, fine, maybe I still need sex. But fuck if I can get anything good!"

Root hummed in response.

"I mean, I've tried, Root, really tried. But all I come up with are pussies." She winced. "No offense."

Root laughed. "None taken! I mean, I prefer pussy, personally, but that's just me."

"It's not me! I need to be fucked!"

Root's eyebrows rose at her outburst. Not at the crudeness of it, she was used to that by now, but by the obvious frustration there. "That bad, huh?"

"Look." Shaw turned to face her on the couch, the vodka in one hand. "I like to be in charge as much as the next girl. Well, maybe more so. But still. A girl just needs to be pounded once in awhile, you know? Like really slammed. Pinned down and just-just...taken."

Root bit her lip.

"But these twats can barely find a pussy, let alone take charge of things." She took a long swig. "How am I supposed to give myself that?"

"Maybe you should try pussy," Root told her teasingly. Shaw glared. "Just saying. But I hear ya." Root took the bottle back, and Shaw was forced to try to ignore the way the brush of her skin increased the heat in her blood from the alcohol. "I don't mind taking care of my own needs, and personally, I think my toy collection is pretty impressive." Shaw perked up. "But it doesn't substitute for a warm body." Shaw nodded. "Pressed against you...all soft and wet..."

Shaw snickered. "Whoa girl, don't leave me here."

Root laughed, her cheeks flushing. "Sorry, sorry. Guess I'm horny, too."

"Must be in the air. No, wait, you're always horny!"

Root made a sound that was equal parts frustration and longing. "Well, yeah." She shrugged shamelessly.

"When did you last get any? All I ever see is you working now."

Root groaned softly. "I do." She took a drink, barely wincing this time. "Lately, that is. I mean, I'm loving college, but I've never been so busy. And so I'm in a bit of a dry spell, myself. There was one girl earlier this week. She was okay, but had no stamina and was too...vanilla."

Shaw sighed and reached for the alcohol now loosely cradled in Root's lap. It was embarrassing how quickly her lady bits perked up at the proximity of Root's warmth. This was getting ridiculous. She reminded those excited parts that it was just Root as she took another drink.

Shaw licked vodka off her lips and told Root, "It shouldn't be this difficult. Surely there is a man within fifty miles who knows how to use what the gods gave him."

"I'm pretty sure most of them don't. The odds are against you."

Shaw snorted. "No offense, but they're against you, too. I mean, say you're craving the same thing. A hard, rough fuck, from the sound of it. And then...what if you hook up with some girl, and..." her alcohol-addled brain struggled to work, "and she doesn't have a strap-on you like?"

Root laughed so hard tears spilled from her eyes. Shaw watched her, confused and mildly offended. "Oh, Sam. How narrow-minded. Why is a strap-on necessary?" Before she could answer, she continued, "Don't get me wrong, I like 'em. A lot. Have several sizes, myself." Shaw was once again intrigued. "But don't think that's the only way we have good, hard, rough sex." She inched a little closer. "Fingers can fuck nice and hard, you know. I'd bet money most guys just finger you for a minute or two to warm you up, yeah? Cause that's all they need to do. But a woman won't stop there, she'll fuck you with those fingers until you're screaming."

Shaw licked her lips. "Perhaps." Was it her imagination that her voice had gone a little raspy?

Root took the bottle from her, touching her more solidly than before as she did it. When had their bodies gotten this close together? "And I have had oral sex that was just vicious." Shaw was definitely paying close attention. "Not to mention all of the many other, very enjoyable toys available now. Why limit yourself?"

Shaw licked her lips again. "Is that how you like it? Vanilla not your flavor?"

Root nodded slowly. She took a long drink. When she lowered the bottle, Shaw was watching her intently. "Yeah, that's how I like it."

Shaw's teeth dug so far into her lower lip Root found herself watching for blood. After a moment she said, "What would you do if I let you?"

Root wasn't expecting the question, even in the hypothetical, and it was a rare time that she seemed speechless. "What?"

"If I let you fuck me like I know you want to." Shaw couldn't seem to stop the words from spilling from her mouth. Any more than she had been able to learn a damn thing in class this week, because couldn't stop fantasizing. And now she was breathing a little harder, too, curious and intrigued. "Tell me what you would do to give me what I need. Tell me exactly how you would do it."

Root was no stranger to fantasies. And she was thrilled to have the chance to share with Shaw. But alcohol had slowed her brain. She'd been so busy trying to keep herself reigned in that now she was a tightly wound gear. If she let it loose even a little...

But fuck if she didn't want to know what would happen. And maybe Shaw did, too.

Just the idea sent a burst of adrenaline through her, clearing her mind a little. Before she spoke, she cleared her throat, too. "What would I do to you?" Shaw nodded and Root licked dry lips. "Oh, so many things," she breathed. "But based on your mood..." she took a second to sift through some of her racier fantasies.

"After I strip you so I can finally see that beautiful body, I'm going to finger-fuck you. No less than three fingers." Shaw's tongue was just doing laps over her bottom lip. "And when you're starting to get close," she glanced over at the table against the wall, "I'll take you over to that table." She paused deliberately.

As she'd hoped, Shaw's impatience got the better of her. "And what about that table?"

Root grinned slowly. "I'm going to bend you over it and show you just what I can do with that strap-on." Shaw's lips parted. Root leaned a little closer. "But I'm not just going to make you come. I'm going to make you come so hard you nearly blackout. And then I'm going to keep fucking you until that craving is satisfied. So satisfied that you don't remember ever feeling it."

Shaw had leaned closer, too, bringing them within inches of each other. No question, she was as aroused as Root was. Definitely a bad idea to mix this mood with alcohol. But all she felt was anticipation.

Shaw's eyes focused on her lips, her desire clear. It took all Root had to wait, to let her make the first move. And it had to be her move. For once in her life, it wouldn't do to push. Not with this woman.

Suddenly, Shaw was on her feet. She darted around the coffee table, her hands in her hair. Root panted into thin air, shocked and disappointed and lost. She heard a soft curse. And then another. And another. She finally managed to gather herself enough to look at Shaw. She was standing in front of the TV, hands still fisting her hair, still swearing.

When she turned to face Root, the wild look in her eyes made her freeze. Shaw bored holes into her as she stared, before cursing again. She stalked to Root's side of the couch, her eyes only growing fierce as she approached. She leaned down over Root, breathing heavily.

"You have one shot at this." Was her voice shaking? "One chance to show me what you can do." Her eyes dropped to Root's lips again. "Can you really fuck me like that?"

Root couldn't stop herself from nodding frantically if she'd tried. She didn't try.

"Show me."