Safety first
Shaw woke up because she felt the someone's gaze.
Instinctively putting her hand under the pillow, she opened eyes and saw right in front of the frightened face of Root.
For a moment they looked at each other, then the analog interface quietly asked:
- Sam, why do not I remember anything?
- Why do not you remember, Root? - Pretending to not understand the question, Shaw asked.
- Look carefully around again, - in a low voice to a barely perceptible whisper, said Root.
Shaw did not have to carefully look around, she was enough to look at the hacker to understand the cause of her excitement.
- I looked. What's next?
- Shaw! We are naked! And we're in the same bed! With intertwined limbs! - Panicky whisper cried Root.
- Oh really? - Enjoying her panic, Shaw makes amazed.
- But I do not remember anything! And it scares me. But most of all I was afraid of your reaction, Sam, - frankly Root. - Talk that there was something between us?
- Do you want to hurt me? - Shaw's eyes narrowed. - I assure you, if there was something between us, you'd remember it. After dinner, I, as promised, came to give you a therapeutic massage, and found you in bed, completely naked, wrapped only in a sheet around your waist and sleeping peacefully. I was sorry to wake you, and too lazy to look for my room. Especially because at any time you would need my help. I undressed, lay down and fell asleep. About interwoven limbs I know nothing, but I believe that this has happened during sleep. I sleep pretty hectic.
- Oh, Sam, I'm so glad you behaved like a true knight, not taking advantage of the helpless condition of the girl, to satisfy your basest instincts - with some relief, but at the same time, as it seemed to Shaw, and with some disappointment in voice smiled Root. - And then I was thinking that one of the consequences of injury has become amnesia.
- How do you feel?
- Not bad. Except that I had spent the night in the same bed with Tristan. Although, maybe it was not Tristan and some other medieval idiot.
- I think it was Sigurd. But I'm not strong in the Scandinavian mythology. How about breakfast?
- What makes you so hungry? - Suspiciously looking at her, asked Root. - And what do we actually slept for almost a day?
- Fifteen hours, - Shaw explained. - Well, given your injury and my chronic fatigue, I'm not surprised. I think the guys are too sleep without the hind legs.
- Good morning, Miss Shaw, - sounded in her ear the voice of Harold. - We have already woken up and now we go for breakfast. We reserved a table for the whole group. You can join us, along with Miss Groves. Then scheduled treatment, group therapy, and outdoor games. Miss Groves due to injury, is likely to take part in the games can not, but the rest of the event she needed to visit, as this will speed up the healing process.
Harold passed out, and Shaw had to gather together all herwill, so as not to burst into a volley of curses.
- How to live, when even the toilet is not certain that no one is watching you? - Having waited, when will the attack of rage, she murmured almost calmly. - Let's get dressed. And all these idiots will eat pancakes.
- I hear you clearly, Miss Shaw, - Harold said dryly.
Shaw pulled the jeans and T-shirt and helped Root to dress. Thanks to the experience of the day before, this time the process of dressing of hacker went pretty smoothly.
- Are you going to drive yourself or you?
- I've had enough of yesterday's shame. I'll go myself, but if I may, I would like to rely on your hand. It will give me peace of mind and confidence.
Shaw somehow felt extremely flattered and gallant gesture offered Root her hand.
Upon entering the cafe, they immediately see their colleagues, who occupied a table in the far corner of the room is quite spacious. The waiter has brought them to order, and they, as prophetically predicted Shaw, really eat pancakes.
- How did you sleep, dear Thelma and Louise? - A good-natured grin asked detective Fusco, who never missed an opportunity to pin Root.
Shaw instantly frowned and prepared to answer some rudeness, but Root with an angelic smile squeezed her elbow and quietly asked:
- Do you jealous, detective? Apparently, you do not have enough female attention, otherwise you would not be interested so closely the personal lives of their colleagues.
- I'm just a bit sorry for male. Two of the most beautiful, strong, intelligent, courageous women ever I have seen all the men in the world would prefer each other. I am genuinely sorry that lost in vain so beautiful genes.
- Maybe it's not about us, but in men? Or you would like to see a beautiful, intelligent, strong and brave woman mixed their genes with the genes of the beautiful ugly, stupid, weak and cowardly men, which are abundant in the world? But let us leave this discussion, as to what good it will not. You will begin to convince me that the world is full of beautiful, intelligent, strong and brave man, and you just have to be patient and have a good look. And I answer that I do not want anyone to look. Because I've already found. You will offend for the men again, and we will talk in circles.
Shaw buried in her plate and silently absorbed pancake for pancakes, but her cheeks went a little angry nodules, and narrowed eyes flashed lightning. Root with almost maternal tenderness looked at her and put a hand on her elbow.
- Do not pay attention to Sam. Everything is fine.
- No, Root. Not everything is in fine, if someone thinks he can decide for me who I should be sleeping. I'll sleep with anyone I want. And anyone who thinks that may indicate with whom and how to fuck me, I smear a thin layer on asphalt. I hope nobody doubt that this is not an empty threat.
Awkward silence reigned at the table.
- If my words have touched someone, I'm willing to give satisfaction at any time and in any place - Shaw wiped his lips with a linen napkin and threw it on a plate. - Come on the procedure, Root.
Take Root on inhalation of oxygen therapy session, Shaw went to the gym and beat a punching bag for half an hour, then returned for a hacker.
- Shaw, you should definitely try it! - Enthusiastically exclaimed Root. Her honey-colored eyes shone, and cherry lips stretched into a smile from ear to ear. - I would even tempt you do not have to! You have captured me right on the couch in the treatment room.
- Root, we seem to agree: no sex, no sex talk, until you get well, - Shaw grimaced in annoyance.
- Tell me, Shaw, honestly, when do you thought about sex with me first time?
- If I answer honestly, you will not believe me, - smiled Shaw.
- I believe. People lie out of fear. And you are not afraid of anyone. And that's why you never lie.
- I first thought about sex with you exactly three seconds after being entered in the room 1458 of the hotel "Suffolk".
- Seriously?
- Like cancer in the fourth stage.
- And what did you think?
- "How great it would be to have sex with that damn doll."
- Shaw, you could not think about.
- Well, I thought a little rougher …
- You thought: "How wonderful it would be to fuck this chick right now."
- How do you know?
- Because at the same time I was thinking the same thing. Word by word. In other words, we are dealing with a case of mutual love at first sight.
- Hey, hold your horses, Root! If you want someone to fuck, it does not mean that you love him. Even I understand it, a sociopath with a violation of the axis II.
- Who do you put this stupid diagnosed, Shaw? No one but you most. No you no violation. And I'll prove it.
- How?
- Like two and two. And right now. Today you could fuck me up at night at any time, if you wanted. But you were sorry to wake me up, you're worried about my health condition, you feared that after tsex I'll feel worse and you will not fuck me. That is my well-being you set up your own pleasure. Sociopaths do not behave these. For the sake of momentary pleasure, they do not hesitate will sacrifice the whole world, not to mention individuals. You're not a sociopath, Shaw.
- Okay, enough. What's the next number of our program?
- Sulphide mud baths. Oh my God, I will smell like a public toilet!
- Well. I rub your back in the shower. I'm starting to get used to the role of your baby-sitter available. And its even begins to like me.
- I'm afraid not. Because right after a bath standing in group therapy schedule.
- Then we skip sulfide baths and go into the shower. And after a shower we go to group therapy session.
- This idea I like much more.
- Lock the door, Shaw, and kiss me. I swear I will not die from a kiss. I think even that will not die, and sex. Anyway, not one time - went into the room, whispered Root and put her hands on the shoulders of Shaw.
Shaw silently pressed her attacker to the wall and began to place short, greedy kisses on her neck.
Root with a quiet groan, closed her eyes and fell into her feelings.
Shaw both hands gripped her hips and off the floor, suffered in the bedroom, not stopping to kiss the face and neck of hacker.
Root grabbed her legs around waist of the primary asset, substituting her lips and kissed Shaw began to unbutton her shirt.
Shaw threw her on the bed and began to tear off clothes, keeping her eyes burning with an analog interface.
After removing the short shorts, she has appeared in one swift movement near hacker and jerk freed from her last stay on the toilet parts in the form of lacy panties.
Root reached out and switched off the intoxicating smile earphone main agent.
- Safety first.