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[cactusy]

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[cactusy]

I just don't want you to think I'm regretting it, just because I'm being a little weird right now.

[She rolls her shoulders, trying to loosen them, and tips her forehead against the back of Root's neck for a moment.]

[themostfun]

It's okay if you regret it. And-- [ she trails off for a quiet, kind chuckle ] --I don't think you're being weird. I think you're being really sweet despite not liking what I did last night.

[cactusy]

I really don't like what you did last night. Doesn't mean I'm not gonna patch up your injuries.

[She moves the soap in circles extra-carefully around one of Root's bruises, just to make her point.]

[themostfun]

[ Root's still not sorry, and she'd do it again, but she does feel a little bit badly for making Shaw unhappy, given she braved the Enclosure tonight. Still... Root did this for herself.

The gentle pressure produces a soft ache, one that makes her think not of the fight, but of Shaw. ]

See? You're so much better at showing you care than you think you are.

[cactusy]

I never claimed I wasn't good at patching up injuries...

[She drops a soft, gentle kiss onto a blooming bruise as she cleans around it.]

[themostfun]

[ On the heels of feeling badly for making Shaw unhappy is the twisting, intoxicating prickling of knowing her assumption was right: if she causes problems, people pay more attention to her. Shaw pays more attention to her. Tim gets a little more involved than usual. ]

If I ever need surgery, I want you on the team performing it.

[ She also wants to be asleep for it. That would be nice, for once. ]

[cactusy]

I'm not trained as a surgeon.

[Her fingers brush over Root's bad ear now, pressing into that old scar.]

I'd mess it up.

[themostfun]

[ It's so strange sometimes, to feel sensation there but hear nothing. Root's eyes drift shut, and she takes a slow breath in, focusing on the gentle pressure of Shaw's fingers against her skin. ]

You could make sure the site is clean before the first incision, clean throughout, stitched up right in the end, covered and secured...

[ She's trying to say she trusts you with her life, at her most vulnerable, come on! ]

[cactusy]

And that I'd do a damn good job at.

[Shaw focuses on her own breathing, deliberately matching her inhales and exhales to Root's as she rests her forehead against the back of her neck.]

[themostfun]

[ Root feels the way they synchronize, and after a few seconds of basking in it, she turns around and pulls Shaw in for a slow, gentle kiss. ]

[cactusy]

[It's amazing, really, that they've gotten here at all - not just onto the Barge, but here, to a place where they live together and take tender care of each other and kiss gently under the hot shower spray. Shaw has absolutely had hot shower sex before, and she's sure she will again. But she has never in her life done this.]

Hey.

[She murmurs during a break in the kiss.]

I'm not going anywhere.

[themostfun]

[ Root never expected to have this with anyone, ever, given her line of work and her overall dislike of people in general. To have it now, and to hear Shaw tell her again and again that she wants this too, enough to stick around for the long haul, is... good. So, so good. ]

Neither am I.

[ Now shush and let her take the soap and do your back. ]

[cactusy]

[Okay, fine, Shaw will hand Root the soap when she reaches for it. Instead of letting her move around to her back, though, she's just going to pull her down into another languid kiss.]

[themostfun]

[ That's okay, Root can do two things at the same time... until she gets so wrapped up on kissing Shaw that she stops gently scrubbing and just wraps her arms around her. ]

[cactusy]

[Shaw notices the exact moment when that happens, and it makes her grin against Root's mouth.]

Mm?

[She murmurs, pressing her fingertips a little more firmly into Root's face as she cups it. What's wrong, Root? Is your wife just too good at kissing?]

[themostfun]

[ What can she say? Shaw spoils her in every way. ]

Got distracted. [ She nips at Shaw's upper lip. ] Hope it's not a problem.

[cactusy]

Nope.

[She drops her gaze briefly to Root's lips, her grin widening.]

Just admiring my handiwork.

[themostfun]

You do very good work.

[ So excuse her as she goes back for more gentle kissing. Occasionally she'll soap up Shaw's back and sides, but soon enough she puts the soap on its little shelf and just... touches Shaw all over. Sue her, she's a soapy sap. ]

[cactusy]

And you're a damn good kisser.

[Gentle, rough, slow, fast, hard, soft... she hasn't yet found a thing that Root can't match her at, and that's refreshing. When Root's hands reach the sides of her breasts, she breaks the kiss to exhale, nudging her nose into the hollow of Root's neck.]

[themostfun]

[ Maybe Root will learn not to pick fights because it limits their options here for a day or two. For now, this is nice too. She slowly strokes Shaw's breasts, head tipped back a little. Shaw's breath tickles her skin, cool where the water raining down on them is hot. The contrast makes Root shiver a little. ]

[cactusy]

[When Shaw pulls back, she keeps her focus on Root's face: trailing her eyes over the curve of her cheeks, the peak of her nose, the shape of her mouth.]

A damn good kisser, and my favorite person to just... look at.

[It's confounding, sometimes, how much she enjoys looking at Root.]

[themostfun]

[ Root smiles a little, the soft, shy kind if smile she only ever shows Shaw. ]

I like it when you look at me. [ The person who'd rather live and work in the shadows, being someone else's focus. She never thought it would come to this.

Her hands slide down to Shaw's hips. She steps into her space, so they're pressed together, and goes to kiss her again. ]

[cactusy]

[Well, if she's going to do that, then Shaw is going to sloooooowly back her up towards the shower wall, with the aim of pinning her there. Time to get her own hands roaming a little further south.]

[themostfun]

[ With her back against the wall, Root gasps, and this time it's the good kind of gasp. Her fingers curl, and she digs her nails into Shaw's skin, encouraging and inviting and wanting. ]

[cactusy]

The shower's a bad place to completely wreck you.

[Shaw murmurs into her ear, circling a finger around Root's navel before it continues its downward path. The implication here being: completely wrecking her is off the table, but wrecking her a little bit isn't.]

Injuries feeling okay?