Eye cocaine
- Do not worry, Sam, I feel great. True! - Root fingered the shoulder Shaw, then she turned her head and looked into her eyes. - It was even better than I imagined, - she put her face close to the face of the primary asset and planted a long tender kiss on her swollen lips. - Thank you.
- At present, medical sex therapy session is over. Get up and get dressed, - a kind of disgust wiped his mouth with his hand, he muttered grumpily Shaw.
- Does my terminator runs from the battlefield?
- Do not flatter yourself, Root. I once fought naked in the shower with twenty naked marines. And I went out on my feet. What can be said about most of them.
- And what about the daily sex marathon? You promised, Sam. And I agreed to stay only on this condition.
- What kind of sex-marathon, Root? Do you laugh? You fainted after the first times, - disparagingly remarked Shaw. - And for this reason, we missed a group therapy session.
- It was better than any group, - Root dreamily closed her eyes and leaned sweet all over.
Shaw barely looked away from her bare chest hacker swallowed, but still found the strength to murmur:
- You seem to have extensive experience of the group? I think that's enough for today.
- I this would be enough for the rest of my life, Sam. I just want to always be with you. Even if between us will never be sex ... Still, I look forward to continuing.
- Maybe someday ... - Shaw grinned and pushed the hacker out of bed. - Get dressed, we're going to play beach volleyball.
They were on the beach when the draw for the pairs participating in the tournament was coming to an end, but Shaw, as usual, was pretty darn convincing, and they put a couple in the end of the list and allowed to draw.
Their first opponent was an elderly married couple, and the team won the Jester them without any labor, though, Root mostly hovered on the second line. But Shaw with interest of offsetting its weakness of his activity and jumping like a lion, beating, it would seem, does not discourage the supply and score a virtuoso balls in the area of the enemy.
More on that day they had no matches, and Shaw pulled Root in a restaurant.
- Exercise in the fresh air help to improve appetite, Root. I hope you finally eat the steak. To your already skinny ass is not completely emaciated.
- Sam, I'm so glad that you care about my skinny ass, - Root grinned.
- I do not care! - Instantly bristled Shaw. - I do not care about your skinny ass, Root! I just want a steak! Because of you, I spent a hell of a lot of calories today and now need at least two steaks! Or even three!
- Well, no, Sam, - Root grinned. - Sex, of course, was good, but still three steak does not pull.
- Sexpert still turn up. Better shut up, Root, - Shaw hissed and grabbed analog interface arm, dragged her inside the restaurant.
The administrator led them to a free table.
Shaw pushed back chair for Root and sat down herself.
Hacker looked at the menu on the tablet, chose the fruit salad and mussels and referred it to the female primary asset.
Shaw triple pressed the firm steak and moved to the tab "wine list".
- What will you drink, Root?
- Something light. Maybe there is some cocktail?
- There is. As many as three. "Symphony of taste", "Towers" and "The whole evening under the table."
- "Symphony of taste" sounds pretty tempting, and not too intimidating - absently looking around, Root said.
Shaw hit the drink and a bottle of single malt whiskey.
Introduced almost immediately the waiter brought their drinks and selected by opening the bottle, poured some whiskey into a glass.
Looking straight into the eyes of Shaw tempting look, Root slowly licked the top end of the tube cocktail, slightly squeezed it with her snow-white teeth with a soft hissing sound of air sucked into itself.
With views of Shaw stunned instantly licked her lips and exhaled sharply, as if conceding a blow to the solar plexus.
- Immediately stop, Root.
- I head that in these cases helps a quick squat, - Root grinned. - Do you want to check?
- No, I just do not want it. But even I was a little embarrassed to exercise my wishlist in the presence of so many spectators.
- Well, we could then kill them, - calmly replied Root, and Shaw could not determine whether she was joking or speaking seriously. - It would be a worthy end of a wonderful day.
Shaw gulp drank her whiskey and thoughtfully nodded in agreement.
The waiter brought the salad for Root and the first steak for Shaw.
Sameen quickly cut it into several pieces and taking the first bite, rolled her eyes in bliss.
- Root, I swear to God, this steak is better than sex! You have to taste it!
Root's face in an instant ran several different expressions of "I'm sorry, you were saying?" to "Is it a challenge?"
- Sameen, it is clear that at this point our opinions do not coincide. But I promise that in time will make you change your attitude toward sex.
- I think that my chances to change your attitude to steaks are much higher.
- The challenge is accepted, Agent Shaw.
After finishing dinner, they returned to Root's number.
- I'm going to shower, and I hope you join me, - to be more convincing analog interface accompanied request puppy eyes, begging for a treat, and Sameen Shaw caught herself on the fact that she could not take eyes off her face.
- Of course, Root. After three steaks I have a strong urge to rub your back. I just can not wait to be with you in the shower, - slightly slurred she murmured. - You seem to me a fantastically beautiful ... I think that never in my life seen anything more beautiful than your smile. Your face is the real cocaine for my eyes.
She took a step toward the hacker, gently swayed and leaned against the wall to steady herself.
- So, it seems the last portion of whiskey was unnecessary ... but that does not mean anything. If I'm bad on my feet, it does not mean that I do not realize what I am saying. Just sober I would never in my life did not say. I know that tomorrow I'll deny everything. But it would be a lie.
- And what is the truth, Sam? - Root quietly asked tearfully.
- Let's go take a shower, cocaine for my eyes, and try to find out experimentally.