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[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?

[She bears her teeth, and bucks her hips up hard against Root's. How's that?]

Cute. [ Root all but coos. ] But still not very nice.

[ She trails a finger down Shaw's nose and climbs off of her, kneeling by her side. ]

By the way, you lost. You're here, and nobody noticed it was a kidnapping. What's my prize?

Oh, you think you get a prize? That wasn't a contest. It was a challenge.

[As soon as Root moves off of her, she frowns, wiggling impotently against the cushions.]

Come here, come here--

[It's half cajoling, half order - but it's not quite niceness. Not yet.]

You're in no position to tell me what to do.

[ Root crawls behind her, on all fours like a predator, exaggerating every movement. Once out of Shaw's field of vision, she slides a hand up Shaw's back, up her neck, and grips just hard enough to put pressure on her windpipe. ]

[God, but Shaw has missed this. The fact that she can't see Root is kind of infuriating, though, and she swallows hard against her palm, the movement involuntary.]

You gonna make me beg?

[She murmurs, craning her neck to try to see Root behind her.]

You gonna break me underneath you?

[ Beg, yes. It's been too long. As Shaw tries to look at her, Root tightens her grip a little, for just a second. But break--

For a second, it's just part of the game, a violent but loving way they show each other affection and understanding. And then it's not that. Then it's close to a year tied up and forced to live thousands of lives with the intent to shatter the strong, beautiful spirit that stole Root's heart. ]

N-no.

[ Her hand falters, jerking back to Shaw's shoulder. Is Root... recreating that right now? Because if she is, even if Shaw doesn't mind, Root does. it's all Root can think about, suddenly, chest tight and breath shaking. ]

[Uh-oh. Something is happening here and it's weird as fuck.]

Root?

[Shaw can't really sit up in this position, at least not very well, but she tries anyway, twisting her upper body in another, more determined effort to get a look at Root's face.]

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