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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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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?

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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. ]

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

Fifty percent wrecked?

[Negotiation is important!]

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[ Root starts rubbing Shaw's shoulders. ]

Sixty.

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

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

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

Fifty-two.

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

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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.

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[ 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.

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.) ]

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[ Root's grip (or what she can manage of one in the shower) on Shaw's back tightens, hips rolling to grind harder against Shaw's thigh. Yes, she's still sore from that stupid fight and from the acrobatics of the talent show performance, but all she registers right now is Shaw. The way she feels and sounds. How strong and steady she is, physically and otherwise. This beautiful, loving person who gives so much even if she doesn't realize it. Root bends her head to kiss Shaw's shoulder, soft and reverent-- and then bites her hard enough to bruise. ]

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[Wow Root, who gave you permission to try to wreck her in return? Shaw's breath stutters, and a sound catches in the back of her throat.]

Careful.

[She murmurs, her finger still working steadily.]

Fifty-two percent.

[themostfun]

[ But Shaw is so perfect when she makes noises like that, it's so hard not to reciprocate! Ugh, picking fights to prove a point is proving to be more trouble than it's worth... ]

I'm being careful. [ She kisses Shaw where she bit her. ] See?