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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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[themostfun]

That's a relief.

[ She teases because she loves. ]

I think so. More to do. Easier to play hide and seek. Small town life isn't really for me.

[cactusy]

Me, neither. Gotta have that hustle and bustle. And you're probably going to be traveling a lot, right?

[She can't imagine that Root is going to want to stop running mysterious missions for the Machine.]

[themostfun]

Hmm. [ Now and then, as she keeps stroking Shaw's scalp, Root uses her nails. ] If the Machine survives, then... yes. I'd want to keep doing what She asks me to.

[cactusy]

I'd never ask you to stop. Just send me a lot of postcards, or bring me with you sometimes.

[themostfun]

She's probably going to have to tell me when you absolutely can't come with me.

[ Juggling two people's lives complicates things, and the Machine is nothing if not dedicated to protecting Her people. ]

We should get a dog of our own.

[cactusy]

Already halfway there; I'm thinking about stealing Jet.

[This is only 25% a joke.]

[themostfun]

Isn't theft bad? i wouldn't want you to get in any trouble.

[cactusy]

He's my inmate.

[Shaw says, muffling a little grin against Root's shoulder.]

I can do whatever I want. We're all about doing whatever we want without rules here.

[themostfun]

[ Root snickers. ]

Sounds like I'll need to keep a really close eye on you.

[cactusy]

Mmmm, I'm a power-mad dictator.

[A power-mad dictator who's kissing Root's neck.]

[themostfun]

I'm gonna have to stage a coup.

[ These authoritarian acts are just unbearable. How can Shaw expect Root to just lie back and take it?

Root strokes Shaw's scalp with her nails. ]

Dictators can't just be allowed to run free.

[cactusy]

You're gonna have to punish me by giving me a nice rug and a bigger bed.

[Horror of horrors.]

[themostfun]

A huge bed, so we can share it with the dog.

[ Root grips Shaw's hair and pulls her head up. She holds her there for a second before leaning up to kiss her. ]

[cactusy]

I kinda like the loft, though...

[What a conundrum. She'll just have to think about it while leisurely kissing Root.]

What about a big couch. Next to the windows.

[Like their couch in this cabin right here. She really likes the way Root set everything up, okay.]

[themostfun]

I can work with that.

[ It is a nice setup. What with the cushions on the floor today, it's more comfortable to be under the loft. Root pushes Shaw onto her back, following along so she's lying atop her. ]

[cactusy]

What else?

[She asks, closing her eyes and arching her chest up against Root.]

A home gym.

[themostfun]

Yes. [ To both the home gym and that delicious skin to skin contact. ]

Quality cookware. More fairy lights.

[ Root hooks a thumb through a loop on Shaw's pants. ]

[cactusy]

[Shaw exhales, lifting her hips a little so that Root can reach her fly if she wants to.]

An indoor gun range for the home gym.

[Are you sensing a theme here.]

[themostfun]

[ Button and fly undone, Root slips her hand into Shaw's underwear and wastes no time finding Shaw's clit, rubbing it. ]

Gonna need a big apartment to fit all that in there

[cactusy]

A girl can dream--

[And a girl can give a full-body shiver, her fingers digging into the pillow underneath her hips.]

[themostfun]

[ Oh that's so good. More of that reaction, please. Root's fingers move in circles against Shaw's clit. ]

I'm sure it can be arranged. We've got rich friends. I can be persuasive when I want to be.

[ She leans in, kissing where Shaw's neck meets her jaw. ]

[cactusy]

Benefits of being the spokesperson for an AI.

[Shaw murmurs, as she trails a hand up Root's side.]

Can it, like. Print money for you when it's not worried about being spotted by Samaritan?

[themostfun]

Do you really wanna talk about God right now?

[ Because Root absolutely will, as she slides one finger inside Shaw. ]

[cactusy]

I'm about to see God right now.

[She tries to say it like it's a joke, casual and tongue-in-cheek, but the effect is probably lessened a bit by the way she shudders on the exhale and grips the cushion tighter.]

[themostfun]

[ It's lessened, but it's so much better too. Root hooks that finger as she fucks Shaw, not letting off the attention she's giving Shaw's clit. ]

Tell me what she looks like. [ Whispered right into Shaw's ear. ]