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You're the only cheat sheet I need.

[ Root leans in and hides her face against Shaw's neck, breathing her in, nuzzling the soft, delicious skin. She has so much cuddling to do in the next few days. ]

[Or, consider: Shaw is going to scoot down a few inches so that she find Root's mouth with her own instead. Shhhh, only kisses now.]

[ Soft kisses, the occasional little bite, and a whole lot of smiling and pleased noises. Whatever the color for aroused is, it's now flickering in the emotion ball, wrapped in red and pink. ]

[Red and pink and electric blue twine together on the orb's surface, but Shaw isn't looking at it anymore. She's just here to enjoy Root--

-- or, at least, she's enjoying Root until out of fucking nowhere Bear leaps up onto the couch, landing square on Root's back.]

[ And knocks the air out of her. And jostles her so she smacks into Shaw's face while mid kiss. Which means their teeth clack together, and there's definitely a bit of lip caught here and there, so there bruising at least and bleeding at most.

And she drops the emotion ball, which rolls under the couch. ]

Bear--

[ Root has forgotten what little Dutch she knows. It's fine, though. More important is pulling back enough to make sure Shaw isn't bleeding, or not bleeding much. ]

Owwww.

[Complains the woman who likes more than a little pain during sex. Context is important, okay.]

Bear, foei, af, zit--

[Bear does as commanded, immediately jumping off the couch and sitting on the floor. Unfortunately, he's replaced by Jet a split second later - Jet, who is about twice as exuberant and a third as well-trained.

It's fine. Shaw's lip and tongue (which she may or may not have bitten when their teeth clacked together) are only bleeding a little bit.]

Kiryu says you're not ready to resume mediation. What's going on now?

I'm just not up for it right now, Bright. It's not personal.

Okay.

[oh thank God that was easy ]

Thanks.

[It’s probably a relief, but it’s not… good. Malcolm not engaging, not asking curious, interested questions, not trying to help or even figure out if help is needed, not reaching out… it’s his version of dissociating, or of distancing himself to protect himself. It’s his version of building a wall and getting behind it.]

I expect Kiryu will tell me when you’re ready. I’ll see you then.

[ At least Root is more prepared this time, sort of. She's not relaxed and focused on just Shaw, at any rate, so they're both spared additional injuries. ]

Jet--!

[ Aaand she's immediately distracted by the blood on Shaw's lips. ]

Oh no, sweetie--

[ Time to fuss, gently wiping at the blood with her thumb. ]

Mmmmmmhm.

[It's a sound more than an actual answer, something weary and distracted, but - it probably means yes?]

[For a moment, there isn't any sound from him, but he also hasn't hung up. A hesitation, like he wants to say something but then doesn't. Finally he just says:]

Okay.

[Then he hangs up.]

[Jet snuffles Root's hair, and Root fusses at Shaw's mouth, and Shaw meets her eye... and grins. A little laugh even burbles out of her.]

Told you the dogs would mob you.

[ Everyone is okay, good. Shaw's laugh makes Root relax, giving a grin of her own. ]

I love it.

[ She kisses the tip of Shaw's nose and straighten up enough to get Jet off her back. Once the dogs are both settled in the floor, Root sits on the edge of the couch and positively smothers them with pets and scratches. ]

[Shaw sits up on her elbows, still grinning faintly as she watches them: her girl, her dogs.]

That's the first thing in days that's felt real.

[And now that you've admitted to that out loud, like an idiot, the simulation will try to trick you with more silly you-can't-make-this-shit-up moments.

She swallows, and pushes the thought away.]

[ Lucky that Root has the dogs to focus on so she doesn't react to that. She needs to graduate from here so she can go back and destroy Samaritan. She must. It can't get away with what it did to Shaw. It won't.

Satisfied for now with showering the dogs with affection, she shifts to face Shaw and smiles at her. ]

You really do look so good with blood on your lips.

You look good covered in dogs.

[Shaw retorts, grabbing Root's arm and trying to tug her back over.]

So what'd you say about pancakes?

[ Smug, Root grins and leans into Shaw, nuzzling her cheek. ]

I owe you a looot of breakfasts. I'll have to get creative to make up that difference.

Mmmm.

[This time, Shaw stays where she is, leaning her face into Root's cheek instead of trying to turn this into a makeout session.]

Sorry I wasn't with you when you woke up. It was weird sleeping up there.

It's okay. [ Root kisses her cheek, the barest brush of her lips. ] You're here with me right now.

[ However-- ]

Sorry I dropped the ball. I'll make pancakes in my underwear go make up for that.

It doesn't break easy. It's survived being thrown across the deck, being chewed on by the dogs, being waterlogged for two weeks--

[It's perfectly normal to stress-test your possessions like this, right?]

[ Yes, actually! ]

So... you don't want an extra special breakfast. [ Root trails a fingertip along Shaw's jaw. ] Okay.

How about doing it to make up for stealing the loft for two months?

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