Author: SoThatHappened

Fuck. The only thought in Root's brain as she opened her eyes and realised she was in Shaw's bed. Fuck. Her brain had that one word stuck on repeat, as she stared up at the peeling paint on the ceiling. The dared to glance down at herself with the tiniest hope that maybe she was fully clothed and or shot. The sheet was tangled around her legs, and thrown loosely across her torso. Underneath, nothing but bare skin. Fuck.

Every time she tried to keep Shaw at distance, this would happen. The only time she managed to catch a break was when The Machine had her tied up (literally), and so she didn't get to see Shaw. But that was one evening out of six. This was becoming too much of a habit for Root's liking. Even though she liked it. Fuck. What was she doing. Had she achieved sex without strings attached? Was this close enough?

"You slept over." Shaw's voice cut through her thoughts. Root couldn't bare to move her eyes of the ceiling, she wasn't humiliated as much as she was feeling a little sore and awkward that she even let this happen in the first place.

"Breakfast in bed would be pushing it, right?" she asked and glanced at Shaw who had just walked out of the bathroom. She was in a sports bra and briefs, nothing else. Root managed to look at her for an entire five seconds without thinking about what it would be like to spend the rest of her life like this with Shaw.

"Depends what you want," Shaw said climbing across the bed so her face was in front of Root's. Root rolled her eyes at the smirk on Shaw's face.

"I should go" Root said, ignoring every instinct she had to throw Shaw onto her back.

"Are you sure?" Shaw asked. "Because despite what you assumed, I'm already good to go again."

"As much as I'm impressed Sam, I'm gonna give those bruises a little time to settle" Root said, ignoring Shaw's hands on her body.

"If you say so" Shaw said her hand snaking under the sheet, the warmth of her hand against Root's inner thigh. Root's toes curled. It took her a second to muster the strength to grab Shaw's hand and push it away.

"I'm going." Root said and Shaw gave up, moving off her and then getting off the bed. Root followed her, glancing around for her clothes and quickly trying to put herself back together, with the occasional glance at Shaw who wasn't making any attempt to get dressed.

Everything inside Root was racing, there was something she hated so much about being submissive around Shaw, it drove her wild even if she was doing her best to keep her at arms length. She watched Shaw closely, Root pulled her top on. Shaw stepped towards the door and pulled it open for Root.

"You don't have to go" Shaw said "I know we said no sleepovers, but it's amusing to know you exhaust yourself too"

Root just stared at her. It was true. They had gone hard last night, and Root had fallen asleep at the same time as Shaw. It wasn't a cute goodnight, there were no words exchanged, there was a final orgasm and then they both fell asleep to the sound of each others panting.

"Yeah, well..." Root started and Shaw quirked an eyebrow as if she already knew there was no good excuse. Root rolled her eyes kicking the door from Shaw's hand so it banged shut, and then pushing her up against it with her body weight and kissing her hard.

Shaw didn't protest. Of course she didn't. But Root thought she felt Shaw smile against her lips. Root's hands found Shaw's waist, digging her nails into her skin. Shaw groaned.

"I knew you didn't want to go" Shaw mumbled into Root's mouth. Root answered by pushing her knee hard into Shaw's crotch.

"Shut the fuck up" she said. Their physical attraction to each other was obvious, but was what surprising was how they never found it in them to say anything about it. There was a reason they could have sex so many times non stop with each other and not have enough.

"I'm gonna fuck you against this door" Root said, their foreheads together. Shaw's breathing had already gone ragged. "And I don't want you to move a fucking muscle." Root ordered.

"That's impossible" Shaw said but was immediately punished by Root twisting her nipple between two fingers.

"Nothing's impossible" Root said and Shaw's eyes flicked up to look at her.

"What happens if I move?"

"I dare you to find out" Root smirked, their faces were so close Shaw could barely resist it. She lunged forward her lips crashing against Root's. Root kissed her for a brief second before slamming her back against the door.

"I said don't move, Sameen" Root said "think, Saltire cross."

Shaw just shook her head and Root grinned devilishly.

"I'm gonna get a muscle spasm" Shaw mumbled and leaned her head back.

Root fucked her, hard. Shaw was shaking after five minutes. But Root had her pinned, tightly against the door. Root glanced at her, everything was tensed.

"How are you doing Sam?" Root teased "you look like you're going to tap out."

"Stop." Shaw growled though gritted teeth, banging her head back on the door. Root smirked. Stop wasn't their safe word. And that's not what Shaw meant.

"I would make this a game" Root said, "but I have a feeling it would be kinda short." she said and at that exact moment, curled her fingers inside Shaw making her hips buck forward unwillingly against Root's hand.

"Fuck" Shaw moaned slumping back against the wall. Root pulled her fingers out and licked them.

"That was fast" she smirked and Shaw just opened her eyes and glared at her.

"What did you expect?" Shaw asked. "I'm shaking."

She wasn't wrong, her muscles were trembling, and her hands had the shakes.

"I might have to put that as your faster orgasm" Root said and Shaw rolled her eyes. She was still leaning against the door, trying to catch her breath.

"Second." Shaw said and Root raised an eyebrow. "You dripped candle wax on me for half an hour and by the time you actually touched me I pretty much came."

Root smirked. "It's cute you remember." Shaw sighed and Root reached forward pushing a piece of Shaw's hair behind her ear. "Now get off the door because I need to go."

"Right" Shaw said pulling herself off the door and stepping towards Root. "You keep saying."

"I would stay all day, but I think you're a little worn out" Root said and went to reach for Shaw again, but Shaw batted her hand away.

"You're full of shit" Shaw said.

Shaw knew that there was something going on under the surface here, but she didn't think that bringing it up was any of her business. If Root wanted to talk to her about something, then she would. Shaw wasn't the type for prying, especially when it came to emotions. If she couldn't help, what was the point. But she couldn't seem to kick the fear that what was going on with Root was exactly what she didn't want to happen. Because that was something she both couldn't fix, and didn't want to deal with. Ever.

But Shaw had grown somewhat used to having Root's company, or at least the sex. She was holding up her end of their little deal, and it was working for her. But every time Root left, it caught up with her almost immediately. The plain and simple fact that this Root, the one who slept with Shaw was a lot different then the other Root who she worked with. The Root that accidentally fell asleep in her bed was a lot more delicate, than the Root who could psychopathically kill a room full of armed men, and walk out with a smile.

The most shocking part of that for Shaw was how much she didn't care, because Root was Root and she could handle it because she wanted to.

Maybe this wasn't even about her Shaw tried to think, but what if it was and she was ignoring it?