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"I'm scared"?

[ Root tsks. ]

There's nothing to be afraid of. We're gonna have so much fun.

I'm not actually scared.

[She spins around in Root's hold so that she's facing her, her back is against the railing.]

Maybe I miss you terrorizing me the way you used to. I can take it. Samaritan didn't turn me into glass.

[Not in this way, anyway.]

I know.

[ But maybe it's just not so easy for Root to go back to normal. Maybe Shaw's ordeal turned Root into glass, a thing with sharp, jagged edges that can do so much damage but shatter in the process. Maybe she's afraid of how much it'll hurt her to play these games, or that she'll start crying mid game because reality will seep in and she'll remember that Shaw was gone for a long time and now she's here and the relief will overwhelm her.

Root keeps her cool, though. The taser is tucked in an inside jacket pocket, and it's new enough that she can still easily feel its mass through all that fabric. ]

Now stop stalling, or it'll only be worse when we get there.

[Shaw goes quiet and still for several beats: hands on Root's forearms and studying Root's face, like she's trying to puzzle something out. She wants to ask if she's okay, but she can feel Root trying to push through whatever is going on with her, so she decides to let it go. For now. At least until they're back in the cabin, anyway. Stretching up, she presses a quick, feather-light kiss to Root's lips - a gesture at odds with whatever dumb bullshit they're doing right now - and says:]

Okay, you got me. Where to?

Just walk with me. You don't get to ask questions here.

[ Root gives Shaw a dazzling smile and starts for the stairs, keeping an arm around Shaw's waist. Once they're in the cabin with the door shut, Root turns to face Shaw and shoves her hard against the wall. ]

Let's get started. Ready or not.

[ The last bit she says as she pulls the taser out of her pocket. So proud of it. Of having cracked the safe open. It's game time. ]

[Shaw hits the wall with a soft thump and a grin, one hand straying towards the hem of Root's shirt.]

You packing anything else?

[She murmurs, curling a finger around fabric.]

Might end up needing it. I put up a fight.

[Did you remember the handcuffs, Root?]

[ The handcuffs are in a pocket in her pants. ]

I'm hoping you will.

[ A wicked grin crosses Root's lips. She presses the business end of the taser into Shaw's side, keeping it off for now. ]

Are you gonna fight me all the way to the couch?

[Shaw inhales quietly - more out of anticipation than anything, but it's a sound that she hadn't planned to make.]

You know? I think I will.

[And she attempts to spin them - aiming, if she isn't stopped, to slam Root up against the wall instead.]

[ Oh. Fun. Root is smiling when her back hits the wall, and she doesn't skip a beat, flipping on the taser for a good, solid shock. ]

[And that gasp comes back in full force as Shaw throws her head back, her muscles going momentarily rigid as the electricity courses through her. It's a low-grade taser, so it's not going to knock her out, but she still feels it.

It's a different kind of pain from the tattoo gun, but no less good and exciting in its own way. She'd made a good choice.]

[ Shaw looks and sounds so good like that. Root's grin is smug as she takes the opportunity to move them to the couch, talking as she goes. ]

It's really cute when you fight back, like you could actually get away. But don't worry. I won't let anything bad happen to you.

Bite me.

[She murmurs once she gets her breath back, as she's shuffled across the room.

... The husky, amused tenor of her voice miiiiiiight make it clear that she means this quite literally.]

[ Root deposits Shaw on the couch and immediately straddles her hips. ]

Gladly.

[ She leans in to bite Shaw's collarbone, all while one hand reaches back to grab the padded handcuffs. ]

[aaaaa, good. Shaw flexes into her teeth, fingers clamping down on the forearm that's still within reach. And she arches upwards - not to try to escape or turn the tables, this time, but to plant her mouth on Root's.]

[ There's no time to tell Shaw to grip her so hard she leaves bruises. Handcuffs in hand, Root kisses back hard. She's not terribly graceful with them, but she manages to cuff one of Shaw's wrists. What exactly she's going to cuff the wrist to, she's not sure, but it had to be done. ]

[Root, you fucking nerd. Shaw's grin turns wolfish, and she nips at Root's ear, breaking character again to say--]

Too bad we don't have a headboard.

[ It definitely wasn't going to be any easier getting Shaw up into their bed, so, you know, Root's doing her best here.

There's just... not much to improvise with. The couch legs are too wide to get the other cuff around. Getting both of Shaw's wrists cuffed doesn't have que the same effect if both her hands are in front of her. Or she could just leave it as it is for now. ]

We don't need one.

[ She lets go of the handcuffs and ~~chooses violence~~ uses the taser again, intent on moving them to the bed, where there are more options for restraining one another. ]

[Godspeed in getting her up that ladder, Root; you've got your work cut out for you.

Shaw all-out shudders as the electricity crackles against the sensitive skin of her bare stomach, her eyes rolling back in her head. She drops heavily back against the couch cushions and her fingers lose their grip on Root's shirt, though she does somehow manage to dig her hips up against her.]

[ Consider: cushions on the floor, hands cuffed around one of the pillars ~~don't @ me idk what they're called don't look at me orz~~ of the bed. No climbing, all the benefits. Which is exactly what Root does after allowing herself a second or two to relish the way Shaw's hips grind against hers.

So there they are, Root getting Shaw settled upright on a cushion, hands cuffed behind her, with at least a little back support from the bed frame. ]

How's that? I think you look really pretty like this.

Get down here.

[Shaw growls, with performative annoyance and very real arousal. She jerks her wrists, rattling the cuffs.]

[ Root sinks down to the floor in front of Shaw, an impish glow in her eyes. ]

No. You're not asking very nicely.

[Shaw's grin widens, and she stretches a leg out and scoots her back down a little - testing how far she can reach.]

Sorry. I don't do nice.

[ Root pins Shaw's leg with a hand just above the knee. She leans forward so their noses are almost touching. ]

We can work on that.

[ She kisses Shaw, biting down hard on her lip. ]

[Ah, but while Shaw's hands may be tied, her mouth is in full fighting form. That means that when Root is close enough to kiss, Shaw enters full attack mode: not just biting back, but also pressing hard enough to bruise, tangling their tongues.]

[ Now it's Root who gasps, delighted by the aggression, the pain that will linger, reminding her of these moments. She pushes back with equal force, then breaks away abruptly, breathless, licking her aching lips. ]

Hm. That all you've got?

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