[If asked if she's had enough, Shaw would not be able to give an answer, but only because she's largely incapable of speech at the moment. She's in sensory overwhelm: her eyes closed, her ears wringing, her muscles sore in the same way they are after a good, long, satisfying run. Root runs her tongue over a mark on her shoulder, and she twitches, involuntarily flexing into it.
So much of how Shaw interacts with people feels deliberate, forced, and calculated, rather than instinctual. She's fine with that. She's proud of herself, even, for the way she's successfully socialized herself into being a mostly-functional human being despite her very obvious limitations. But whether she's in a firefight or having sex, it's so nice to be able to strip all of that away and get down to the brass tacks of her most basic self. So right now, she doesn't mentally sort through a litany of potential affection options, carefully selecting the one that she thinks Root will like the most or that will best convey a particular message that she's trying to send. She just lets her body do whatever the hell it wants, which in this case is pressing her palm hard against the side of Root's neck: not like she's trying to push her away, but like she's trying to sink her hand into her skin, seeking her warmth.]
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So much of how Shaw interacts with people feels deliberate, forced, and calculated, rather than instinctual. She's fine with that. She's proud of herself, even, for the way she's successfully socialized herself into being a mostly-functional human being despite her very obvious limitations. But whether she's in a firefight or having sex, it's so nice to be able to strip all of that away and get down to the brass tacks of her most basic self. So right now, she doesn't mentally sort through a litany of potential affection options, carefully selecting the one that she thinks Root will like the most or that will best convey a particular message that she's trying to send. She just lets her body do whatever the hell it wants, which in this case is pressing her palm hard against the side of Root's neck: not like she's trying to push her away, but like she's trying to sink her hand into her skin, seeking her warmth.]