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[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]

[Shaw closes her eyes, breathes deeply to make her heart slow its pace a little, and presses her palm flat against Root's stomach.]

No, Root, I mean-- would you want to. Get married, or something.

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[ That's such a Shaw way to say it that it's easy not to break stride. Even so, Root's breath catches, fingers shifting on Shaw's head, her other hand slowing a little as it registers that yes, she heard currently: Shaw is asking her to get married. ]

Yes. Yes, Sameen.

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Yeah?

[She lifts her head from Root's shoulder, a little - not enough to meet her gaze, but enough to let her kiss her shoulder instead.]

Okay.

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[ Shaw will feel more than hear Root laugh, it's so quiet. She's delighted, and she's going to ride this feeling for hours and days and probably longer.

Shaw kisses her shoulder, and Root angles her neck so she can get a good, solid bite under Shaw's ear, because what better way to show how happy she is than marking up her fiancee-- her fiancee!-- in agreed-upon ways? ]

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[Shaw shudders again, and very nearly comes right then and there.]

You're sure?

[She asks, simultaneously lifting her head to make eye contact and grinding her hips up against Root's hand.]

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[ There's not even a flicker of doubt in Root's eyes as she nods. ]

I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

[ She leans in and rests her forehead on Shaw's. ]

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[Shaw exhales, more relieved than she'd thought she would be. It's not that she'd actually expected Root to say no, but all the same, she hadn't quite realized how much she'd wanted her to say yes. A lot of the trappings of weddings are things she has no interest in, and a lot of the practical benefits for marriage don't really apply here - but still, there's something to be said for looking at another person and saying I pick you. Let's make an official pact to stick together. She is, at heart, still a military woman. She understands the value of ceremony, tradition, and formality.]

Then I'm lucky.

[She bumps her forehead lightly into Root's.]

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We both are.

[ And she will not bring her God into this.

Instead Root pulls hard on Shaw's hair and none too gently kisses down her neck. ]

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[And the sting from the hair-pull is what finally pushes her over the edge. She gasps quietly, her breath hot against Root's cheek, and she clenches down around her fingers, going boneless against the cushions.]

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[ Root stays close, and cuddles even closer when she pulls her hand out. She wipes her fingers on the top she took off a while ago and kisses Shaw's cheek. ]

You look really beautiful like this.

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Like what, in post-orgasmic haze?

[She asks, walking her fingers up Root's back.]

-- I had a whole plan. I was gonna tattoo a ring on you.

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Mmhmmm. [ She nuzzles Shaw's cheek. The way Shaw looks satisfied, relaxed, not thinking about someone trying to kill them, certain that this is real. ]

You still should. It'll be the best ring ever.

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Gimme your hand.

[Shaw says, sitting up a little and reaching for the gun.]

I figured there are times when a real ring would be a pain - too many opportunities for it to get lost, or something. But I can get you one. Something small and thin.

[Big diamonds don't really seem like Root's style, at least not on a day-to-day basis.]

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[ This is real. This isn't a dream. This is really happening. She is not dead. Shaw is not being held captive. They are here together, and they are now engaged. aaaaaaa

Root holds out her hand, booping Shaw's nose on the way. ]

Practical and romantic. You sure know how to make me weak in the knees.

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Ow.

[Is all Shaw says to that, though there's absolutely no way that that boop hurt at all. But she leans forward before she turns on the gun, pressing a kiss to Root's cheek.]

Hold still.

[themostfun]

[ She'll kiss it better later. For now, Root keeps her hand still under the needle. They've earned this with blood, sweat, and tears-- literally-- so the sharp, stabbing pain of getting inked feels like nothing, and means everything. ]

I can get you a ring too. And tattoo one on you, of course.

[cactusy]

I'd like that.

[Shaw isn't a professional tattoo artist by any stretch of the imagination, but she's been practicing a lot; she's much better at intricate designs than she was six months ago. The ring she starts tattooing on Root's finger is thin, just like the still-hypothetical metal ring will be, with lines figure-eighting their way around her finger.]

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Infinity.

[ It's personal and quite literally involves blood. That means so much, given their history. Choosing how to bleed, to show they're in this forever... ]

I love it.

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You like it enough for me to do it all the way around?

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[ Root nods and lays her head on Shaw's chest. ]

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[Still holding the tattoo gun in one hand, Shaw pauses to just... look down at her. Carefully, she brushes the fingers of her free hand across Root's forehead, pushing a lock of hair aside.]

Root.

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[ Root could fall asleep like this. She has, before. ]

Hm?

[ Her free hand gently strokes Shaw's side, around the edges of the freshly bandaged tattoo. ]

I'm here.

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I know.

[She closes her eyes for a moment, exhales... and then opens her eyes, lowering the tattoo gun to Root's skin once again.]

[themostfun]

[ Lying like this, with her right ear on Shaw's chest, Root feels Shaw's heartbeat, comforting like an embrace. ]

Idar.

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Yeah.

[You get it, Root. Her hand perfectly steady, she continues the tattoo, not speaking or stopping again until the circle around Root's ring finger is complete.]