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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]

[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?

[themostfun]

Barely feel them.

[ And maybe Root thinks them hurting a little wouldn't be so bad. She misbehaved, after all. ]

Mostly wrecked is fine with me.

[ Shaw's hand moves downward, and Root's both move up Shaw's back, mirroring Shaw's pace. ]

[cactusy]

[Hmmmmm. Shaw pauses, stroking her fingers over Root's lower stomach.]

Fifty percent wrecked?

[Negotiation is important!]

[themostfun]

[ Root starts rubbing Shaw's shoulders. ]

Sixty.

[ Aren't you proud she didn't say sixty-nine? ]

[cactusy]

Fifty's already a lot; don't underestimate my skills.

[She cups her palm over Root, pressing down lightly.]

Fifty-two.

[themostfun]

All right. [ She rocks her hips a little, fingers pressing down harder against Shaw's muscles. ] Fifty-two.

[cactusy]

Deal.

[She says, as she sloooooooowly but insistently rubs her thumb over Root's clit.]

You start edging towards fifty-three and I'm shutting this whole thing down.

[themostfun]

[ Root's chuckle comes out shuddery. She keeps working at Shaw's shoulders, and tilts her head enough that she can nip at Shaw's earlobe. ]

Okay. Deal.

[cactusy]

[There's a thing that Shaw has discovered that she really likes to do to Root, and that's combine softness with roughness. So she increases the pressure on Root's clit, dips a finger lower, makes sure Root is worked up and wet enough for a sudden deep thrust in... but she does it right alongside a sweet, gentle kiss to Root's neck, followed by a nuzzle.]

[themostfun]

[ Shaw really likes to do it, and Root really likes that Shaw likes to do it, so it's the best of everything for them both. Root gasps, sharp and loud, and pulls Shaw more up against her. This is not their first time having sex in the shower, so Root is sure enough of her balance and where to lean, to hook a knee over Shaw's hip. ]

[cactusy]

[That acrobatic skill really comes in handy when it comes to balance, goddamn. Shaw lets out a wordless murmur of appreciation against the skin of Root's neck before kissing her there again, then grinds the side of her thigh hard against her, careful to keep her own stance wide so that she doesn't fall over. (It's happened before. It had kind of sucked. She's not interested in a repeat performance.) ]