"Winner Takes All"
- Honey, I'm home, - a voice so sweet that the Sameen Shaw nearly earned diabetes, Root said, entering the hallway of their two-bedroom apartment - and you have a reason to play doctor with me.
- Honey, I play doctor with you, special occasions is not required - with a slight smile said Sameen, looking out from the kitchen.
- Oh, Sameen, I'm so glad to hear that, but unfortunately, I really need a doctor - wincing, Root said and leaned back against the wall.
Smile fled from the face of Shaw when she saw drops of blood on the floor.
- Honey, are you hurt? We go to the bathroom, and on the way you taught me the details. It looks like I have today will be a reason to shoot at the knees.
- Honey, I assure you, because you shoot them in the knees, deader than it is, they no longer will. But in the process I also slightly perepalo.
The bathroom took from Sameen wall cabinet medicine chest, complete with everything necessary for first aid in case of gunshot and stab wounds, and took off with Samantha robe, looked over her shoulder.
The wound did not look dangerous, and Sameen relieved breath.
- Tell me, Miss Groves, which is the magnet that attracts the bullet is to this place of your divine body? - Treating the wound edges, with a smile she asked Root.
- Oh, Sam, you are doctor, so tell me.
- After a thorough examination, lady.
- I think we can proceed with the survey now, Doc.
- Immediately after dinner. I made your favorite salad and a couple of steaks. I advise you to consider, Miss Groves that the examination will be held as long as one of the sides does not throw the white flag. Winner takes all.
- Surrender, my dear, - a few hours later with a carnivorous grin whispered Shaw, with views looking the absolute champion in the hacker's eyes.
- Rather hell freezes over, - stubbornly biting her lower lip, muttered Root.
Her naked body glistened with sweat. Matted locks spread out on the pillow. The huge honey colored eyes deeply sunk. Chest heaving often. But Root pretended that does not tired of struggling.
- You do not know how to lose, Miss Groves - gleefully stated Shaw. - Admit it - I made you. You barely alive.
- Oh, sweetie, I agree that the eight time in a row a bit much even for me ... Especially because I was wounded. Not fatal, of course, and yet, you have a slight advantage. But if you want to continue, I am ready. You can not call me defeated, until I asked you for mercy.
- Do not cheat, Miss Groves. I can count to ten. It was the seventh.
- I swear to God, Sam, last time I finished twice. But you were too keen on the process, to notice.
- So, for you the favor.
- Oh, honey, you know I always pay debts, but I need a time out. Shower, breakfast, coffee. Maybe a little red wine. And then, if you want, we will continue.
- Good. In the end, even a sex machine needs refueling and maintenance.
Shaw went to the kitchen, pulled out of the freezer, two medium steak and threw them into the pan.
Root already was taking a shower, but Shaw is not too unceremoniously climbed into the cockpit and embraced the hacker behind.
- Rub the back, dear?
- Oh, Sam, your hypersexuality almost scares me.
- Honey, no my personal contribution to this. Next to you, even castrate sex would become world champion.
- Sometimes you say such sweet things, Sam - Root looked over her shoulder and planted Sameen sweetest kiss on the lips.
- Do not start something that you can not finish, Miss Groves. The kitchen fried steak, and if they will burn your fault, you will have me not once but at least five times.
- I'll remember that, sweetie, - artfully smiled Root, gently slipping from the clutches of Shaw, and then out of the booth.
Throwing a silk robe over his naked body, she proceeded to the kitchen, in the course of wiping the wet hair with a towel, and turned the steaks on the other side. Then he pulled out of the fridge salad yesterday and sat at the table, was the breakfast.
After a few minutes, Sameen walked into the kitchen, turn off the stove and laid out ready steaks on a plate.
- Honey, are you really gonna hold out against me a few rounds on his rabbit food? - Ironically she asked Root, cutting the steak into pieces and sank his teeth in grilled meat.
- I'm afraid you'll be begging me for mercy in the first round, - she added mischievously with his mouth full.
- Do not even dream, Miss Shaw. Rather hell freezes.
- I thought would be good in your shoes, Miss Groves, before making such irresponsible statements. You are probably hoping that you will save your Deus ex machina, but it is a vain hope. Harry gave us the day off, so that the numbers are not saved will be your lifeline.
- The machine did not give me a day off and can get in touch at any time - replied Root. - You know that there are rooms that she only gives me. But that you do not reproach me in foul play, I'm ready to turn off the implant, if you want.
- What?! You still did not cut off ?!
- What's wrong, honey? I've never turns off - shook Root healthy shoulder. - It's time to remember that.
- You mean to say that the car we listened all night ?!
- And I listened and watched. I do not exclude that some very successful moments she even wrote down, to scroll through them to me when we'll be apart. But besides us she listened, watched and maybe even burn a few hundred million people around the world who - you just think about it, sweetie! - Made things much worse than we are with you. What, my fearless fur seal no longer wants to have sex with your cat? - Root gently purred. - You are too scared, Miss Shaw to continue?
- Rather hell freezes over, Miss Groves! - Furiously roared Sameen.- I will engage in sex with you as long as you do not ask for mercy, even if all the news agencies of the world will be broadcast live from our bedroom!
- First, you have to ask God for eternal life for us, Miss Shaw! Because I've never - you hear? never! - Do not ask you for mercy!
- Challenge accepted! Never say "never", Miss Groves! I promise I'll make you beg for mercy, but did not promise that you will get it! To the barrier!
- How do you look at it, to dine in the steakhouse? - Slightly up on his elbow, said Root.
- I'm afraid not. It is one thing - a half-hour, including a shower and cooking, snacking at home, and quite another - access to the city. It can take several hours. The series will be interrupted. And all have to start again.
- Sameen Shaw gave up going to the steak house. Am I dreaming or raving? This day should be recorded in the annals of world history. What do you think, honey? Steak is still better than sex?
- What do I say? I say: "Relax, Miss Groves, and start having fun! No steak in the world compares to sex with you! And even more: for sex with you, I will sacrifice all the steaks in the world "!
- Oh, Sam, you just made me experience the most intense orgasm of my life ... I'm even thinking about how to throw the white flag. But first, we'll go to the kitchen and try to find there something edible. Such an irresponsible statement in the future will require from you a lot of energy. Because my main erogenous zone is, as you probably already guessed, in my ears.
- Root, - almost in a whisper said Sameen.
- What, honey? - Samantha glanced at her.
- Let me take you to the bathroom on my hands. You are welcome.
- Of course, Sam. All that my sweet girl wants, - a little bewildered Miss Groves smiled.
Shaw went around the bed, leaned over, slipped his hands under the shoulders and knees, and Root, easily holding her, went to the bathroom. The going was not far, only some 30 feet or so, but Shaw so liked the feel of Samantha's body in his arms, to feel her scent, see her loving eyes so close to his face that she wanted to have these 30-foot turned 30 miles .
- I love you - gently dipping Root on the tile floor in the bathroom, barely audible voice she whispered, and touched his lips to her neck.
Root's eyes flashed brightly, and, without saying a word, she pressed her lips to his cheek Shaw.
Shaw nodded to her and walked out of the bathroom.
Root looked at her reflection in the wall mirror over the sink and saw the face of an absolutely happy woman, just to hear a declaration of love from a loved one.
She turned on the shower and stood under the hot water jet and, turning slowly, trying not to wet hair, let them wash her body with night sweats.
When she entered the kitchen, Shaw already had breakfast steak, and it was waiting for a plate of lettuce, beside which stood a glass with red wine and red apple.
- Bon Appetit, sweetie, - Root sat on the stool and Shaw suddenly put on the edge of her plate big piece of steak.
- Sam, you're with anyone, ever, under any circumstances delishsya their food - with unusual for her timidity recalled Root.
- With no one but you - calmly replied Shaw. - I have no one to sleep more than three times, but you. I do not allow anyone to touch me, but you. I do not let anyone call me Sam, but you. I love no one but you. And I will not confess your love, but you. You - the only exception to all my rules. But do not try to become conceited.
- What are you, Sameen. I'm not conceited. I'm going to be proud of.
Short desperate moan escaped from her lips Root. She bent over the body and leaned back on the pillow. Her lips were bitten in the blood, hair disheveled, the sweat was streaming through the body.
- All right, Sam. I can not do it anymore. I admit complete defeat and asking you for mercy. Are you happy?
- My girlfriend says she does not want to have sex with me - calmly said Shaw. - What is there to be happy?
- Okay, do not ernichayu. Under the condition, the winner takes all. So, what do you want? That I hacked the account of Bill Gates? Shot dead the president of the United States? Or blow up the Empire State Building? Or kidnapped the treasures of the Louvre?
- So cheap you will not get from me, - smiled Shaw. - I'm on the day you do not sweat for such trifles.
- I'm afraid to guess ... Well, Tom does not have, say his condition. And if at all humanly possible, I'll do it.
- I'm going to charge you duty, Miss Groves. A plus. Yet. One. Time.
- Oh, Sam! I said clearly: only if it is at all humanly possible!