Maybe Someday
'This is nice,' Root whispered, as she broke off the kiss to catch her breath.
'Shut up,' Shaw mumbled, 'I don't do nice.' Her cheeks were flushed, even though she'd never admit it, and she felt whole again, after spending weeks feeling like there's an empty hole in her chest, that nothing, or no one, could ever fill. Well, no one except for Root.
And now Root was here, in her arms, and yet again she wouldn't show how much she cared for her. She simply wasn't capable of expressing her feelings the way people do. And she hated herself for it.
Noticing that Shaw was lost in her thoughts, and knowing exactly what those thoughts were-she could read her like an open book- she nudged Shaw lightly, 'It's okay. I understand, plus, I wouldn't have you any other way, Sameen.' She cooed, raising her eyebrows and smirking playfully.
Shaw smiled, thankful for Root's understanding, and she leaned in again to kiss her when she heard someone clear their throat suggestively, she turned, annoyed, to see the redheaded woman staring at them, eyebrows raised, 'Good friends, huh? I can see that.'
Root and Shaw looked at each other and smiled, like highschool teens, caught doing something they shouldn't be doing.
'So I've been informed you'll be allowed to move into a normal bedroom first thing tomorrow.' The woman continued, 'Figured you two might need a larger bed anyway,' she finished, a glint in her eyes.
'Listen, lady, what we do in our bed ain't any of your goddamn....' Shaw growled, who gave this woman the right to comment on her and Root's.. thing? Before she can continue her rant, Root placed her hand on Shaw's chest, stopping her.
She gave the woman an apologetic look, 'That was very thoughtful of you, thanks. Can we have some privacy please?'
'Sure, for now. I'll need to change your bandages soon though, so your.. friend here will need to leave.' The woman huffed, still not letting the 'friend' thing go.
'Why do I need to leave? I've seen her naked before,' Shaw scoffed. She was this close to punching the hag.
Root smiled widely, she was enjoying this more than anything, 'She's my girlfriend,' she said, correcting the woman. 'And,' She smiled, turning to Shaw, 'let the doctor do her job, sweetie. You'll have more than enough time to see me naked.'
' "No time like the present, Sameen" ' Shaw mimicked Root's voice sarcastically, 'What happened to that?'
Root looked at her, one eyebrow raised, surprised at Shaw's sudden enthusiasm, and smiled as she saw the flush creep up Shaw's neck. She loved the way Shaw responded to her.
Sensing the silence that ensued and feeling Root's eyes on her face, Shaw backtracked, 'You know what, whatever, I don't care, change the stupid bandages, just be careful with her.' She groaned, realising she just made things worse by saying that. It was impossible to actually win with Root, and that was one of the reasons Shaw loved their relationship so much; Root challenged her, made her question things she's always taken for granted. She was never the one for feelings, and she didn't care that she didn't care, it never really mattered to her, until she met the perky psycho. Now, she wanted to care for her, wanted to let her know how much she truly meant to her. But then again, the psycho never made it easy with all her flirtations and inappropriate comments.
Exchanging a look with Root, the doctor shrugged and headed towards the door, 'I'll be back shortly.'
As soon as the door closed, Root looked at her little firecracker, who was looking down at the floor, clearly uncomfortable.
'Sameen, it's okay, that was adorable. You don't need to be ashamed for caring, sweetie.'
'Girlfriend, huh?' Shaw shot, ignoring what Root said.
'What am I to you then, a random hook-up?' Root joked halfheartedly, scared of Shaw's answer. She knew the sociopath cared for her, in her own way, she told her so herself, that night at the park, she was ready to die so the hacker wouldn't be harmed. She knew she cared, she just didn't know if Shaw was ready to admit it, to herself, and to the world.
Shaw shook her head, 'No. No, of course not. You're...' She stopped, Samaritan's simulations flashing in her memory, 'You're my safeplace.' She whispered softly, voice threatening to break again.
Root stared at her, touched, and obviously confused, 'I'm you're safeplace? What exactly do you mean by that, sweetie?'
Taking a deep breath, Shaw whispered hoarsely, 'When Samaritan had me, and put me through the simulations, there was one place I could go to in my mind, one place I could trust, to ever feel safe, in a way. With you, Root. It was you. But then they started using you to play with my mind too,' She stopped, realising she'd said too much; she wasn't ready to fully discuss her time with Samaritan yet.
'So I guess we're way beyond the girlfriend phase, we might as well be married,' Root joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Shaw rolled her eyes, 'leave it to you to joke about this.'
'So, back to the girlfriend thing,' Root cleared her throat, trying to sound more serious, 'You once said that maybe someday we'll talk about this.. about us,'
'I think we've done enough talking today to last us a lifetime,' Shaw chuckled, 'But yeah sure, Root, you could refer to me as your girlfriend or whatever, I don't mind,' She said, trying to sound indifferent, but failing; her smiling face betrayed her.
'I'm sure you don't,' smirked Root, her face gloating, as she leaned in to crush their lips together once more.