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[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[cactusy]

Do I get to look yet?

[Shaw asks, her gaze still directed at the ceiling.]

And do I get to do you next? Hey, you know-- we should try to get our hands on tattoo ink that fades after a short amount of time, for temporary stuff. Otherwise we're gonna run out of real estate.

[Either run out of real estate or put limits on how much Sexy Tattooing they do, and that doesn't sound very fun.]

[themostfun]

You can look. And do me.

[ Win win win win! ]

Is that something the Admiral can get for us? Because we could have do much fun with that.

[cactusy]

I... guess? He got me the taser - which only works on me, by the way. This place is so weird.

[That last bit is muttered as an aside, as she cranes her head down to look at the fresh tattoo - ghosting her fingers over it, without actually touching the raw skin.]

You put in the Morse.

[themostfun]

Oh? Well, that's very safety conscious of him. I wasn't planning on going around tasing people, but I can see how he'd take that precaution.

[ At least she gets to use it on Shaw. Once Root gets over this little hangup, they're going to get a lot of mileage out of it. ]

It's a nice touch, isn't it?

[ She kisses Shaw on the cheek and gets up to get first aid supplies and a fresh needle. ]

[cactusy]

[Shaw tracks Root's movement with her eyes, not saying anything in response: but when Root gets back, before she has a chance to start getting to work on any aftercare, Shaw grabs her by the wrist and tugs her down for a deep kiss.]

[themostfun]

[ Well, at least Root had the time to put down the things she brought with her.

She all but melts into the kiss, a hand on Shaw's bare upper chest, sliding up to her shoulder. She is sharply aware of what a gift this place has given them, and she pours some of that desperate gratitude into the kiss. ]

[cactusy]

[Skin-to-skin contact has numerous physical and psychological benefits, which will be good for Root if she's still feeling vulnerable. (Also, skin-to-skin contact feels really damn good, so it's a double win.) Shaw runs a hand up her neck and into her hair, cradling her head from the back as she lingers in the kiss for several long moments. When she finally pulls back, she does so only just slightly, locking eyes with Root.]

I really did miss you when you were dead.

[She closes her eyes again, just for a second or two.]

I missed you when I was in captivity too, but that was different. I knew you were alive. But when you were dead, and actually gone...

[themostfun]

[ Shaw talks, and Root breathes her in, flushed and breathless from that kiss. ]

I'm here now. [ She strokes Shaw's cheek and cups her jaw. ] And I'm not going anywhere.

[ She is willing to do anything to make that happen. ]

[cactusy]

Better not.

[Shaw inhales, lets her eyes fall shut again, and reaches blindly for the tattoo gun. She's going to do the thing! Just. Give her a minute first.]

I can live without you, but it turns out it really sucks.

[themostfun]

Well, I can't live without you, so. [ Root shrugs. ] Looks like we're stuck with each other.

[ She noticed that reaching, though, so she pulls away and sits across from Shaw. ]

I'm a blank canvas. [ She spreads out her arms.] And it's all yours.

[cactusy]

We should bandage mine up first. Stick to protocol and everything.

[And she can easily do it herself, but--]

You wanna do it?

[Maybe letting Root take tender care of her will help, too.]

[themostfun]

[ Protocol, of course, includes pressing a quick kiss to Shaw's lips before getting to it. Root isn't a doctor, but she knows what to do. She's had ambulatory surgery before. She's got this. She's especially committed to doing it well and gently for Shaw, not rushing through in the least.

When it's done, Root smooths a hand over the edges of the bandage, making sure it's adhered well against Shaw's skin. ]

I'd say I did all right. Thoughts, doctor?

[cactusy]

Perfect.

[Shaw ways, finally opening her eyes.]

Your turn now.

[And Root has a lot more available skin to work with. Sliding a hand up her arm, Shaw's fingers find the collar of her shirt and tug at it, aiming to take it off.]

You could live without me, you know.

[Her eyes flick, briefly, to Root's face.]

I mean, I'm not saying it wouldn't... also suck. But you wouldn't literally die.

[themostfun]

[ Root pulls her shirt off, revealing yet another lacy demi cup bra. ]

Well, I wouldn't want to.

[ Look at who she became after what happened to Hanna. Root doesn't want to imagine who she would turn into if she last Shaw.

She tosses her hair, needlessly baring her neck. ]

Good thing I don't have to.

[cactusy]

[God, she really is both magnificently sexy and achingly beautiful. Shaw pauses for a moment, thumbing her bra strap.]

I could do it right here.

[She murmurs instead of addressing that last comment, letting her hand trail along the lower curve of Root's neck.]

[themostfun]

[ Good. Root doesn't want to talk about it. She wants to forget all the things weighing them down and be present with each other. ]

Okay.

[ Obviously this means that she has to drape herself over Shaw's lap, the proposed stretch of skin facing up. ]

How's that?

[cactusy]

Looks good to me.

[One hand goes to the gun, and the other goes lower: settling on Root's stomach, fingers trailing slowly downward. Can you stay still for a tattooing when you're being touched like this, Root? ]

[themostfun]

[ She'll be good and not take Shaw's hand. ]

Not gonna need both hands?

[cactusy]

[She will when she actually starts inking, but for now... Shaw just smiles, a tad deviously, and draws the needle end of the gun lightly against Root's skin as the fingers of her other hand dip under the waistband of Root's underwear.]

[themostfun]

[ Oooh, okay. Root smirks and relaxes further on Shaw's lap, all but purring under her touch and the gentle scrape of the needle on her skin. ]

[cactusy]

[Shaw still isn't actually tattooing here yet, but she does press the needle in a little harder as her fingers find what they're looking for and her thumb starts to circle slowly around Root's clit.]

We get our hands on some fading ink, and I won't need two hands to hold the thing steady, because it won't matter so much if I mess up.

[themostfun]

Mm. We'll have so much fun with it.

[ Root's eyes drift shut. ]

I'm gonna tie you up and tattoo you all over.

[cactusy]

Mmm. Practicing designs. Testing them out.

[She moves her thumb in a smooth, consistent rhythm, and draws the gun along Root's collarbone.]

Or just doing it because of how it feels.

[The pain; the ache.]

[themostfun]

[ Root sighs contentedly, all of shivering under so much attention. ]

I know how much you like it. The sting. The bleeding.

[ She puts a hand on Shaw's leg, clutching loosely at the fabric of her pants. ]

Patching you up.

[cactusy]

Nobody does any of it like you.

[Not the hurt, and not the patching up.]